Alpha's sinful mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

I watch her turn away from me once more and the stab of pain that shoots through my heart does not go unnoticed this time. She has made sure to confide herself in this apartment we could have both called home, with thick walls made of anger and resent. At this point, I had no idea how to approach her anymore, and Knox did not bother to even try anymore. We were both focused on something else right now. Or so we thought. Because no matter how much we tried to force her into a dark corner of our mind, at the end of the day, we craved nothing else but the comfort of her scent, of her hold, of her warmth and her gentle voice.The smell of cinnamon, oranges and pine tree was heavy in the house, all mixed with spices and sugar she used to bake and cook. For whom did she cook and bother so much? I knew that if I walked in the kitchen, I'd find food prepared for my dinner, just as usual, and lots of other things ready for tomorrow.Did she have guests coming over? Was this all for her? Who d

Killian remains utterly silent as I try to figure out what the hell I wanted right now. Did I want to run away? Spit some more venom his way? Add more to the list of crimes he had did and push him to the very edge and have him -No… I could not be thinking about this!A few deep breaths and I push myself up. He is still processing the blasphemy I spit at him and he does not seem very eager to speak out right now.“I said what I said. Take it or leave it. I don’t care anymore. You turned me into a damn prisoner in your own little world. I honestly did not expect something different from a forced marriage to someone like you. Mate or not, marked or not, I’d rather be rejected than spending my life like this.” I admit with a heavy heart, barely holding back the little sobs that escape me as I speak.He does not answer, so I walk away, to the bedroom, without even looking back. I crawl into the bed that still smells like him even if he had not been sleeping in it for long enough to even f

Morning rolls round and with it, so does my mood as I wake up. It’s Christmass and I was bound to be alone once more. This was the first thought I had as I opened my eyes and crawled out of bed.I had gotten used to it, but somehow, I still despised knowing I was nothing but alone. A tool. A puppet or whatever else I was considered to be. Even after plenty of hours of sleep, I still felt tired and I am dragging my feet as I walk out of the room.I hear sounds coming out of the kitchen and I pause, a little confused. It was Christmas day. The maid was not supposed to be here! I was supposed to be alone.Then who was in the house? An intruder?!My pulse spikes and I don’t really know what to do besides cowering behind the banister and peering through the openings of the carved wood, in hope of seeing who the intruder was.Who could have broken in? Who could have snuck past the guards and the security team -I feel my heart drum faster and faster, deafening my ears and quickenning my bre

I’m not sure when was the last time I got to properly enjoy the Christmas market. The sea of people was never ending and to navigate it, made me a little too self conscious. I was throning above most of the people, but the woman at my side was small enough to get lost.And that put me a little on edge. She was easy to be swept away and I’m not sure if I could trust myself to keep cool if we got separated. I was glad when we finally broke off from the swarm of visitors and found a more secluded place.But that was when it hit me. Hard. Like a damn baseball bat in the back of my head, clouding all my thoughts and bringing all my hunter instincts out. The smell of ripen fruits, or arousal and late spring flowers, mixed oddly with the cinnamon and chocolate from her little snack.At first, I thought it was some sort of odd spice mix from the market, or that maybe this was some new perfume I did not notice until now, but as we were alone, it settled deep into my mind that this was her. It

/ If I don’t get my lips on her skin soon, I feel like I am going to fucking die soon-/I’m not sure when or how the black thick tights that cover my legs fly off my body and Killian’s lips press harshly against my skin, against my inner thighs, his hands taking hold on my hips, his thumb hooking on the bones and tugging me forward.A short yelp escapes me again and I swallow harshly as i fall on my back and he moves closer, upwards, getting on his knees in front of me, his lips moving the kisses up my thighs, towards my core.He breathes in deeply, his nose brushing over my panties and I move both my hands over my face, covering my redness, my blush and my shyness. This was insane! This was beyond decency and I could not help but feel like a damn whore for actually getting excited for this.I felt like nothing but a common whore because I was sure as hell that my panties were already hella wet and he could not only smell it, but also feel it.I feel his tongue brush over my core and