Todos os capítulos de Alpha Rafael: Chasing My Ex Wife: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Rafael POV I'm watching her sleep, listening to each rise and fall of her chest.How did we ever get to this? Me and her in the same bed.She's curled up against me, her soft body wrapped around mine. So much for "I want to take care of you." Well, I actually won't blame her... Last night had been a hell of a night, and the fact that she had actually survived-saw my raging beast and still made it through-still has me amazed. She isn't even freaking out. She survived my storm and didn't flinch.I called work and canceled every appointment I had. We'll just have to take the day off. I might be revenge-bent, but I'm not irrational enough to give her a fright disorder.Seeing her half-clad before me sent a feral heat tearing through my veins. She lay so close, her breathing soft and even.My gaze dragged up her face, slow and reluctant, like I was trying to remind myself why I hated her. For the first time, I noticed her facial features... for the first time, my eyes took her in not as L

RAFAEL POV I inhaled, exhaled. The wafting smell of brewing coffee penetrated through my nose. I'm in a daze-I can barely tell what's going on. What had happened? And why did this coffee smell so fucking nice?My tummy grumbled, and I let out a grumpy sound.What had happened? Flashes by flashes... The smell of tequila refreshed my memory as I recalled every incident-last night's attack, the tequila induction, and then another panic attack.The memories were fresh. This was the first time I was getting a panic attack twice in such a short span. The major trigger had always been darkness. But this morning was awkward-there was light, and still, it occurred.How did I get out of it? How...? I stilled at the realization.She was here.My eyes propped open, still sleep-filled. Ace howled gently. Ace wasn't a wolf that spoke too much-injured, battered, and restless. He's more vicious than I am. And the only way he vents is by being ruthless. He's a beast that's beyond taming.And now? Let

RAFAEL POV If there's anything I never knew, it's that passion was such a huge deal.And sexual passion? That's a whole different kind of war.It doesn't knock politely. It crashes in, uninvited setting every inch of you on fire until you can't tell the difference between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, sanity and obsession.I certainly didn't remember walking her to the bed.I just remember the heat. The taste of her still lingering on my tongue. The fire curling deep in my gut, setting my veins ablaze like gasoline had been poured into every inch of me, and she was the fucking match.She laid there, breath ragged, lips parted, neck flushed pink. Sexy was on word. Fucking beautiful was another. How could she be this beautiful? How could she affect me this much? No one dares to bring out this part of me. No fucking one.Her eyes wide with something between want and wonder... but one thing I was sure of, there was no fear. No hesitation.She wasn't scared of me.Why the fuck isn't

LILA'S POV Fresh air. Cool breeze.I didn't know where I was going, but I wasn't a stranger in this town.You know that cliché moment when Rapunzel's feet touch the grass for the first time? Yeah, that was me right now... except this wasn't my first time touching grass. This was my first time doing something simply because I wanted to.Screw his punishment. Screw him too.The lights flash red and gold as I step into the bar. It's loud. Crowded. Smells like whiskey, sweat, cologne, and maybe desperation. Perfect. This is the last place I would've picked for myself, but tell me about your least favorite place being the only damn option you've got. Well, that was me.I push the door shut behind me, not even blinking when some drunk idiot whistles. I walk past the stares, chin high, eyes forward, heart pounding like a war drum. My heels click against the floor like a challenge.I'm not supposed to be here. But that's the whole damn point.I slide onto a barstool like I own the place, eve

RAFAEL POV Work? It's a fucking joke right now. Everything feels like a damn pretense. I couldn't focus if my life depended on it. All my thoughts have narrowed down to one person-her.I've never been this pissed in my entire life.Ace won't shut up. He's been clawing at my sanity-pacing, growling, restless as hell. He's mad at me. And I'm mad at myself. I don't even know what he wants... One minute, he wants to rip her apart, the next... he's mad at me for the silent treatment she's giving me?I'm not supposed to give a damn about whatever attitude she's putting up, but why the fuck am I restless? Why the fuck can't I just work without thinking about her... without my thoughts clawing at me... like there's a missing chess piece I need to find?"I want her," Ace growled again. Same words he's been repeating over and fucking over, making those guttural sounds.I sigh. "We hate her, remember?" I mean, he just can't come up with an attitude all of a fucking sudden when he knows better.