All Chapters of Alpha Rafael: Chasing My Ex Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LILA'S POV "One!"Fuck. I don't move.I should. I should be running. But my body betrays me, my feet rooted to the spot like I'm waiting, like I want to see what he'll do."Two!"His eyes burn red, molten with warning, and, a promise. A threat that makes my breath catch.I take one step back. Just one. And then another. "Three!"His body shifts violently, muscles snapping, twisting underneath his skin. Half-man, half-monstrous Alpha. His control is fading, the beast bleeding through, and still, still I stay rooted to the ground.Why the fuck am I so stubborn?"Four..."My pulse hammers. His face distorts, his bones cracking as his body gives in to the shift. His wolf is here now.And fuck-he's big. This is the first time I'm seeing his wolf. Dark Maroon.His fur is thick, like blood-stained shadows, deep red that almost glows in the night. His muscles ripple beneath it, huge, powerful. Eyes burning amber, sharp as knives.He's everything a wolf should be-and more.Too big. Too fast.

LILA POV"Straight black coffee. No sugar. No cream. No room for any fucking mistakes." Seated in his office, his commanding voice boomed. I was standing across him, my hands folded together.My hands are clammy, my deets are trembling,n but all I fucking did was put on a brave front. A brave cover. Of course, he can't see me weak.Staring at him, he looked so serious, so official... Who would ever guess that an innocent looking man like him housed a raging demon? And by demon, I mean last night. The way he proved just how dangerous he could be. The wrench. The torture. The knife. I've heard of masochists, sure-but I never imagined I'd be one. Cold shivers ran down my spine as flashes of last night played in my mind. His exact touches. The orgasm he ripped out of me while all I could do was beg, plead, and scream until my throat went raw. Fuck, just remembering it made my core clench and drip all over again. I might have forgotten what it felt like during those nights back at his pa

LILA POV They say jealousy creeps in like a shadow at dusk-quiet, unnoticed, until it's wrapped around your throat. I never believed it, not really. Not until now.Not until I saw Rafael, fists clenched, rage burning in his eyes as he watched Mr. Verax flash that playful, reckless grin at me.And in that moment, all I could see was an ambulance. Siren wailing. People dressed in black, lowering a coffin into the ground.If Rafael could do it to Cole... he could do it again.It happened fast-so fast I barely registered his movement... until Rafael was across the boardroom table, his hand gripping Verax by the collar, lifting him halfway off the floor with a force no normal man should've possessed. He's an Alpha, and he's meant to possess such power. However, Mr. Verax and others people that are present here are humans. Fucking humans."You slimy bastard." He didn't yell-he didn't need to. The venom in his voice was enough to make everyone's blood run cold. "I warned you.Every board me

Lila's POV If this is hell...Why does it feel so damn good to burn?I'm not thinking anymore. Just feeling. Just wanting. His breath against my skin, his hands on my thighs, his presence alone makes me feel things I'm supposed to feel. I'm supposed to hate him. Fucking hate him for what he did to me. But why the fuck was I feeling this way?My fingers twitch at my sides, aching to touch him. To pull him closer. To dare him.His fingers tug the towel just a little, 'just enough to remind me how little space exists between us, how little fabric is keeping me from being completely exposed.Still, he doesn't rush. His touch was deliberate. Controlled. And that somehow makes it so much worse. So much better."Say something," he says, voice low, eyes locked on mine.I finally manage a breath. "What do you want from me?"He lets out a short, dark laugh. "That's the thing, Lila... I don't know. One minute I want to destroy you. The next..."He trails off. His eyes drop to my lips. The hunge

Rafael POVSilence... They say silence is golden.But what they don't tell you... is that silence is also deadly.It's the weapon of those who have seen too much, felt too deep, and learned that words-words often fall on deaf ears.Aristotle... or maybe it was some other wise man-he wasn't joking when he warned: "Never mistake a person's silence for ignorance, their calmness for acceptance, or their kindness for weakness."Because the quiet ones?They're the ones who watched. Waited. Endured.Just like I have, waiting to roll the game up my sleeve and-like a predator waiting for its prey-attack.Little by little, I was going to break her. What she doesn't know yet is that it's my world against hers. My rules against hers.She thinks she's the only one trapped in this car.But I've been trapped in a cage for years. Every second carved into my skin, every night haunted by the stench of cold iron, silver chains, and her mother's voice.And now, she's here.Her.The daughter of the woman