All Chapters of The Alpha's mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

WARNING: SEXUAL SCENE He sat on the bed and I on his lap, straddling his thighs as we made out, completely lost in one another. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth and I moaned, tangling my hands in his hair. I was already so wet,grinding my lower body against his own,which is rock hard against me. This Made him groan into my mouth and it was the hottest sound ever, leading me to do it again and again and again.He lost it, flipping us over and pinning me to the bed, putting his body between my willfully spread thighs. His tongue pushed past my lips again and it made me crazy for him, wrapping my thighs around his waist to get as much contact as I could.The kiss deepened, He rolled his hips into me as the force of his lips on mine increased, hot and heavy. I made a noise of arousal into his mouth, fighting back against his only to be dominated once again."You taste so fucking good," he said,as if he was drunk on me, lust-filled eyes on my swollen lips as I panted, trying to

I was backstage, my stomach full of nervous butterflies. It was not like there was much to be scared of, but big events always gave me anxiety. The play had already started, but we were not even halfway through. "Willow, willow!" I heard the theatre teacher call me from the changing room. I turned as she approached, my palms sweaty. What's happening? "Willow, our actor for the peasant boy, is sick, and the extra just hurt his leg. You studied the lines, right? I need you to do it!" My eyes went wide, my stomach plummeting. "-I don't think-" "Nonsense, sweetie! You can do it!" She aggressively smiled at me, wrapping a brown shawl around me for the costume. I shook my head, looking around for help but what I saw was Adam in the corner, smirking with his arms crossed. I immediately knew how the other Extra 'hurt his leg.' Adam Was behind it. All because he knows I never had it in me to perform and he wanted to humiliate me. But I had no time to confront him because the theatre te

"I'm sorry, willow. I'm sorry," his tone was full of regret. "Are you? Do you-do you even love me?" I sobbed, throwing more and more stuff at the bag, not even looking at what the items are anymore. "What? Why would you even say that?!""Because that man who just fucking shouted at me out there didn't seem like he didn't!" I yell, digging my nails back into the bloody crescents that I previously stamped into my palms. I knew what I was saying wasn't true. I knew he loved me. But the toxic part of me wanted him to feel so guilty and bad for getting mad at me that I didn't care anymore. "I do love you. I love you more than anything," he pleaded as he walked into the room, but I shook my head. "Don't try and stop me. I'm going back to Ralph. To someone I can trust." I knew the last part was a low blow, but I Couldn't stop myself. He went quiet, and I continued grabbing my things around the room, ignoring his presence. Once I deemed my bags packed', I pushed past him out the bedroom