The Dead Alpha

BRUNO’s POV….

Once again, like most nights, I was broken. Not because I had lost a war or because I had lost a dear friend, but because of the mere reason of my wife, my Luna, the woman I loved, Dawn, not wanting me.

Thinking about this always made my heart clench, and I hated this feeling. It felt like I wasn’t important to her, and I wished to be the most important person to her. Most nights, she either complained of being too tired or of me stressing her, and those times, I would understand because she had a stressful day, but today, I was damn sure she didn’t do anything.

If she hadn’t done anything, why was she so tired?

I stared at the stars. I had decided to leave the room and go get some fresh air because it had become a little bit too suffocating for me. Being rejected by your own wife when you were actually in the mood to make hot love to her was enough to suffocate a person, it was even enough to kill that person.

I sighed as the memories of how the whole thing happened played back in my mind.

"Shit!" I cursed as I recalled how she’d turned away from me.

It still hurt so freaking badly!

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"Baby, I love you," I’d told her as I caressed her hair.

Gosh, I just loved her silky blonde hair, and whenever I caressed it, I just always found myself soothed. I had been expecting her to tell me she loved me too, but she didn’t say so, all she said was,

"I know you do."

It didn’t matter to me that she didn’t say she loved me too because we were together, and to me, that was all that mattered. I smiled as I continued to caress her hair, and then I raised her head so she could stare at me, and damn, looking into those rare green eyes of hers always reminded me why I was so madly in love with her.

Everything about her was so freaking unique—her hair, her face, her body, and more importantly, those eyes of hers—that she was just a full option, one that any man would kill to have, and I was the lucky man who had her.

Staring into her eyes, I moved my face closer to hers as I claimed her lips, slowly sucking on her lower lips as I begged for access into her mouth, but then she didn’t reciprocate, and I withdrew my lips from hers as I stared at her, wondering if there was any problem with her.

"Is everything fine?" I asked her as she slowly turned away while I buried my face in her neck, giving her little kisses as I caressed her arms to her thigh..

"I’m fine, just tired. Let’s do this another day, please," she said as she raised the bedsheet to her chest, indicating she wanted to sleep, but I would not have it. I had already been put in the mood, and I wouldn't just get disappointed like that.

I had been craving her touch for a whole week now, and now that I finally have her, after all the preparations I’d made for this, especially after I made sure she didn’t do any work so she would not be tired. She wanted to refute?

Hell no!

I slowly turned her back to myself as I started planting kisses on her chest, rubbing her back slowly as I did so. I was hungry for her, and I had every right to be. After all, she was my wife!

"Bruno, please don’t," she muttered slowly as I moved my hands around her, but I would not listen. She had deprived me of herself for too long already.

Didn’t she know I was a man—a wolf at that? I had done enough by enduring the postponements for a whole week. There was no way I would continue to endure it now.

I planted kisses slowly down her chest as I took the bedsheets down, planting little kisses on her nape as I slowly sucked hard on it, and that was when she turned away from me.

"Please stop!" She told me, and it broke me to hear those words from her.

"Why should I? For goodness sake, Dawn, we’re married, and we’re not even a newly married couple. We’ve been married for three freaking years, yet you choose to do this? What is it that you even want? Three years, Dawn. We’ve been married for three years, yet I can even count the number of times we’ve had sex. Is that supposed to be this way?" I asked, trying to conceal the anger that was now building in me.

I had lost it, I had borne enough of this already. I'd had enough of the rejection. Either she was tired at night or she was not in the mood, and as usual, I would respect her wishes, but this time around, I was getting frustrated. Had I not done enough already? I had already reached my limit. I really needed her, and here she was, not in the mood?

"And how is it my fault?" She asked as she turned to stare at me, tucking that beautiful blonde hair of hers behind her ear as she looked into my eyes, making me weaker with those alluring eyes of hers. "I’m sick of this, Bruno. Do you think I deliberately want to hurt you?" She sniffled, and I was starting to feel bad, but it wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened, and as such, I didn’t let myself get carried away. "You know I always want to please you, but then, do you think I should displease myself in wanting to do so?" She asked me, and I hissed.

"I never said that, but it has become too much for me to bear. First, it’s had to even get you to make love with me and when you eventually do, you don’t want me to release. Is this torture or what?" I asked her because, honestly, it didn’t matter how hard I tried, it was becoming way too difficult for me to handle.

"We’ll talk about this tomorrow," she said, and without even waiting for my response, she turned and switched off the lights. "Goodnight!" She told me.

Angrily, I got off the bed and went to the balcony. I needed to clear my mind.