บททั้งหมดของ BITTEN BY THE ALPHA: ALPHA ZANE: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

KatarinaI wake up feeling my body move slowly. As my eyes open, the first thing I remember is Zane. I look over at him, still lying there. He’s not awake yet. He seems to be in a deep sleep, and I can’t help but stare at him. My eyes trace over his face. How could someone so good-looking be so wicked?I try to resist the temptation to touch him, but not for long. My hand reaches out, almost of its own accord, and I gently caress his cheek, feeling the smoothness of his skin, his chiseled cheekbones, and his straight nose. My fingers outline the shape of his lips, tender yet resilient. Gosh, I want to kiss him.My hand slides down his chest, moving under his shirt to feel the hard muscles of his body. His chest is perfectly sculpted, every inch of him is firm and strong. I can feel the outline of his abs, and my hand keeps trailing lower. My curiosity grows, and my hand moves toward his belt, my fingers brushing against the leather.Then, I stop. My eyes catch on the bulge in his pant

ZaneRoselyn comes into the room, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. She knows something is wrong. She always does.“What really happened, Alpha Zane?” she asks, her tone probing.“You know me too well, don’t you?” I ask rhetorically.“Alpha Zane, I’ve taken care of you since you were just a boy. You might be a man now but…you’re still my sweet boy,” she says, her hand gripping my chin as she lets out a faint, wrinkled smile. Roselyn went from being just my nanny to being family when my parents died. She never left or got married, she stood by me.I let out a deep breath, knowing I can’t hide the truth anymore. “Katarina laced my water with wolfsbane,” I admit.Roselyn’s eyes widen in shock, her mouth dropping open. “I thought she was doing better. She seemed calm last night,” she says, struggling to believe what she’s hearing.“Well, calm isn’t exactly the word I’d use. She almost drove a silver dagger into my chest. It’s probably still lying on the floor somewhere,” I reply

ZaneKatarina leaves the room and I let out a heavy sigh. My mind is still processing everything that just happened. Adam’s visit, Katarina standing up to him, and her ridiculous notion that there’s some good in me. I glance toward the door, half expecting Adam to come charging back in, but I know he won’t. He’ll be waiting for me to come running to him. And if I don’t meet him soon, he’ll think I’ve avoided him on purpose, and his rage will be unbearable.I shift my position on the bed, my body still weak from the wolfsbane, though I can feel my strength slowly returning. My wolf, Kris, has been quiet, but I can sense his restlessness. He never stays down for long. He’s always ready for a fight. The wolfsbane in my body doesn’t stand a chance against him. Kris wouldn’t let it torment him for long.“Good in me,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head. The idea is laughable. I’ve done horrible things even though I’ve only ever destroyed my enemies. I single-handedly wiped out all the wolv

KatarinaI sit in the pavilion, watching students pass by, nervously twisting my hands in my lap. I can’t stop my mind from spinning with endless thoughts. After everything he’s done, I still feel this strange happiness that Zane didn’t die. Why do I feel this guilt? Why do I regret wanting to take his life when that’s the very reason I’m here? The plan was simple: kill the Alpha and find a cure. Yet, the thought that I could have killed him scares me more than death. I don’t understand why I feel this way. He stormed into my room yesterday to threaten me like he always does. He’s mean most of the time, and when he’s not, I’m scared it won’t last. My mind flashes back to moments when we kissed and how excited I felt afterward. Then, I remember our time at Glando, Zane’s family’s private lake. That was a different Alpha Zane—one my heart opened up to. My mind reminisces about how we kissed in the water, how he opened up to me, the words he said. I felt like I was talking to the real Za

KatarinaHis body is solid, strong, and the heat radiating off him spreads through me instantly. His lips are hot on mine, sending sparks of electricity through my entire body. The kiss is deep, hungry, like he’s trying to consume me, to make me feel every ounce of the pain and desire he feels inside. His lips taste like whiskey, rich and bitter at the same time. Beneath the alcohol, his lips are so sweet that kissing him makes my head spin.I let go in the kiss, not holding back, my fingers clutching at his shirt, pulling him even closer. His mouth moves over mine with such intensity, and it’s like his lips are saying everything his words never could. It’s more than just a kiss—it’s like he’s trying to tell me something, something he’s too proud to admit. Somehow, my body understands. It’s like my skin responds to his touch, like it’s always been waiting for him.His lips press harder against mine, and I can feel the desperation in them, the need. He doesn’t let go, like he can’t hel