Semua Bab Baby For My Bully Alpha : Bab 121 - Bab 130

Erus’ POVShe doesn't know how long I have waited to hold her in my arms again. She doesn't know how long I have waited to kiss those pretty lips again. I have dreamt of this day since the last time I fucked her, and I know I will be looking forward to the next time she will fall into my trap after this. I can tell that she is trying to resist me, and it's not because she doesn't want this, but because she doesn't want to look like a slut. She's my slut though, and I'm the biggest simp for her. I alone get to bully Naya Woods, and I alone get to wreck her in bed. “Ohhh…” she moans into my mouth, I press her warm body against mine. God, may this day never end. “What if…Jordan sees us.” She heaves, her fingers going through my hair. “She's asleep. We are alone here.” I kiss her neck. “And the servants. They are going to gossip–”“Then we better put on a good show for them,” I smirk as I slip the spaghetti strap of her dress off. Her naked body is the most perfect thing in the

Naya's POV The phone slips out of my hand as soon as I hear the terrible news. I hear the Chief's authoritative voice in my head, and my heart squeezes, knowing that I will never hear it again. Erus walks back into the room, and from the look on his face, I can tell that he just got the same news. “Baron is dead.” I breathe. “I'm sorry, Naya.” Erus pulls me into a hug. My chest feels heavy and painful, and my hands curl up because I don't know what to do with all of this terrible, sad feeling. I have to go to the hospital immediately, even though I haven't been there in months. Thankfully, Erus is heading there too. Sherry will pick Jordan up from school, I know that she is going to be safe with her, so I can go and do whatever it is that I have to. As Erus drives the car, I try to keep myself calm. My eyes are stinging with the urge to shed tears, but I don't want to cry. Erus keeps glancing at me. It's like he can read my mind. Is it because he spent so much time inside o

Naya's POV I and the rest of my colleagues work for three days straight without taking more than a few hours to rest a little. At the end of the longest shift of my life, I still have to get into my car and drive myself slowly into the road. My hands are shaking from fatigue. I haven't seen my daughter in three days too, but I'm not breaking down– not yet. I don't drive to my house, no, I drive all the way to the other side of the city, where my best friend's apartment is. Once Sherry opens the door, her eyes squint with pity once she sees me. “Oh Lord, poor you.” She leads me into the house. I ignore the chairs, but sit on the ground, kicking off my shoes. “Mummy!!” Jordan jumps into my arms. I'm so sore that her hug slightly hurts, but I'd allow her to do it tentimes again. I miss my daughter. I kiss her head and stroke her hair. Sherry sits in front of me, her kind eyes never getting off me. “How are you feeling?” She whispers softly, holding my left hand. “Terrible.” I

Erus’ POV In the fall of the night, I drive alone to Devon Greene’s house. It's a small duplex in the quiet side of Moonclaw, where most of the foreigners lived in luxury. The lights are turned on, and his cars are packed in the front. Thank the goddess that he is home, because I didn't call before coming. When I pack the car next to his may batch, then I ring the bell. The door opens, and Devon's eyes widen once he sees me. “Alpha Erus is at my doorstep. Who would have thought this day would come?” He snorts. “Are you going to let me in or not?” I roll my eyes. “Please, be my guest.” He opens the door even wider, and steps aside to allow him to pass. Devon seems to be a sort of minimalist, even though he is a billionaire like myself. His house does scream of luxury the way mine does, but he barely has anything interesting going on. His walls are painted a boring kind of Gray, and he has just two arts displayed on the wall. Allen Fisher's art work. They aren't cheap at al

Erus' POV “You should stop saying so much crazy things, girl.” “I'm not crazy.” She snaps. “I need your help since you need mine. We can help each other, but you have to swear to me that you are going to keep your word.” “Why do you have to die with your master?” Devon asks her in a stern voice. “You are a young girl who has probably dedicated many years to learn the ways of a healer. Do you think Valarie would want you to do this?” The girl looks down without a single tear in her eyes. She is such a petite and innocent looking girl, but she has the heart of a lion.Her request is very strange, nothing like anything I have ever heard before. “Take me to see the grave.” I instruct her. She heaves, but turns around and leads the way. Devon and I don't say a word as she leads us to the back of the cabin. A few steps deeper into the bushes, we come to a fresh mould of sand. The young girl takes her clasps hands together and whispers some prayers to her late master. "Who buried