The Alpha With a Heart of Stone のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Nivia’s povAnd there he goes again being a fucking dreamboat of a man…But I don’t trust it!‘You enjoyed it, though….’ Gwyn sounded weaker than normal, and I hated that I had to keep her like this to ensure my ankle would heal properly.‘It’s fine,’ Gwyn reassured me. ‘What did I miss while I was gone?’My wolf was able to peek through my memories; we literally share a mind, so she knew exactly what happened yesterday and the night before.She knew how angry I was at Ford and how I had held back from yelling at home, knowing there was no point. But she wanted to talk about it all and convince me it wasn't so bad.It’s why I was quiet yesterday instead of getting angry at Ford for being such a dick to his kids.And the sad thing is… I think Ford is actually nicer to me because of it.‘Why is that sad? It makes sense he is nicer when you two don’t argue that much?’ Gwyn asked.I sighed, ‘because it means we’re not meant to be. It means he would never like the real me.’‘You’re jumping

Nivia’s povI haven’t been carried like this since I was a child. Being this close to Ford surrounds me with his scent, but beneath that delicious scent lies something else.Fear.Ford is scared of that alpha Fletcher guy, and despite everything, I still can’t seem to stop myself from feeling protective of my mate.It’s funny, really. He’s so arrogant and sure of himself, so unwilling to compromise, yet he lets the council walk all over him. Will it be the same with Fletcher? Or will I finally see the dangerous side of him I’ve been hearing about?People fear Ford, and it’s not just because he knows how to insult people well. You don’t get a reputation like he does without earning it.Even inside his pack, people seem to fear him. Which isn’t a good thing in my opinion.I scratched his neck without thinking, hoping to take away some of that fear and replace it with comfort.Since I needed time to find out more about this pack’s finances, I might as well help out Ford while Fletcher vis

Nivia’s pov“Luna Nivia, to what do I owe this pleasure? I thought we weren’t scheduled to meet until later this week.” The packdoctor asked.I had stayed in the bathroom trying to come up with a plan after that disaster last night.It all started with Ford having a nightmare about Fletcher. He might deny it and pretend he doesn’t remember, but while he was flailing around like a madman, he yelled out Fletcher's name.It was sad, really. Ford looked so scared, and he was practically begging Fletcher to let him go.Maybe that’s why I didn’t move away immediately after he woke up.‘Sure, keep telling yourself that… Is it also why you started rubbing yourself against him?’ Gwyn said.It’s dry humping, basically what I did. What we did. And it’s crazy to think I did that. It’s not like me at all!I’m a fucking virgin, for crying out loud!Which I’m not telling Ford, because he’ll either mock me or see it as a challenge.‘Are you pretending it didn’t feel good?’ Gwyn asked.‘No! It felt ama

Nivia’s pov My curiosity got the best of me. First, by asking the question that had been on my mind for a while now, and then by pressing my feet against his crotch. Ford never actually admitted he had a foot fetish, so I wanted to test my theory. It was just science, basically, and once his dick grew underneath my feet, I had my answer and stopped. ‘Sure… Science….’ Gwyn teased. If things were different, I might have continued. I don’t mind the idea of Ford having a foot fetish. I mean, I’m not that familiar with sex, but I’m willing to try whatever. The idea of him touching my feet or licking them is kind of hot, actually. As long as I don’t need to touch his. would spend a lot of time on my feet during my shower, so I might have done some research online, seeing what it actually meant to incorporate feet into one’s sex life. For research purposes, of course. After the tantrum Ford threw after I went to the doctor, it wasn’t really something I considered. I mean, I’m n

Nivia's pov By the time I had put my dress, shoes, and makeup on, Ford was finished as well. He helped zip my dress up, and off to dinner we went. I sat down next to Ford, and Fletcher took the seat beside me. He grabbed a piece of my hair and spun it around his finger, “I did not picture Ruthie with such a young and bold mate.” “Opposites attract,” I replied, “right, Ford?” “Yes, darling.” Ford replied. “So, tell me the story of how you two met.” Fletcher said as he began eating. I looked at Ford, who softly sighed, “we met at a party at the Iron River pack.” “What a way with words, right?” Fletcher took a sip of his drink. He moved my hair to the side, and I wanted to break his hand for touching me. Ford growled lowly, but didn’t say anything, so I kept calm. “No mark yet, huh? Is it those little baseborns that are holding you back, love?” I swallowed as I counted to ten and joked, “no, I like those kids more than I like Ford.” “Where are those little bastards anyway? I tho