Todos os capítulos de The Price of a Second Chance: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

“You're the alpha, Casper,” I said indignantly. “How can you be submitting to these things when you're the one who should be in charge of all this?” I asked him.“Like I said before, it's complicated and difficult to explain, Naomi,” he said, playing with his food. Maybe I didn't know Casper as well as I thought I did.“Did you like me, Casper?” I asked directly, pushing his plate away a little, wanting him to focus his attention on me. “Be honest, please,” I asked. His eyes met mine. We stared at each other for a few seconds.“Yes, I did,” Casper said. He spoke with such precision and calm that I knew it was true; I didn't even need to hear his heartbeat to know. “Did you really like me?” he asked me. Did he still have doubts?“Casper, I loved you,” I replied. My memories were tormenting me, but I wasn't going to cry in the restaurant, no way. “Did you love me?” I asked, throwing the question back at him.At that moment, for no reason, Casper leaned toward me and gave me a peck on th

“I'm not taking you to Lancelot's, Naomi,” he said. Casper looked angry. “If you don't want to go back to your place, you can come to mine,” he said. “What do you think?” he asked. In the past, that question might have sounded like a sexual invitation, but at that moment, I knew it wasn't. I mean, later I knew it wasn't.“Are you jealous?” I asked, laughing. Casper then opened the car door and put me in the passenger seat. “Don't be like that; don't be so rough with me,” I said, as if he had assaulted me by putting me in the car.“Stop talking, Naomi. Let me help you. Let's go to a hotel, okay?” he said, walking around the car and getting into the driver's seat. “Let's go anywhere but Lancelot's house,” he said, starting the vehicle.“It doesn't have to be his house; it can be the coffee shop,” I said. It seemed like I was provoking him, but I wasn't. At least now he knew what not to do when he took me on a date. Not too much wine.“Naomi, if I could, I wouldn't even let you get close

“Naomi?” I heard Lancelot call me as I fell to the ground, completely off balance. “Naomi, are you okay?” he repeated. Casper also bent down to check on me, but I was so dizzy that I didn't know what was happening. All I could feel was my hearing becoming extremely sharp. At that moment, I didn't even remember that the car had stopped for some reason. Something must have happened between the vehicles in front, which is why it was so noisy. My body was burning up, and I couldn't speak; I just wanted to try to see. I couldn't tell Casper from Lancelot.“Shit, she's changing,” I heard Casper's voice say. “Naomi, not here, not now,” he said. I understood his words, but I had no control. There was too much interference and too much going on, and I just had no control. “Try to hold on,” he repeated. I tried, but it was difficult. My skin was burning even more.“She won't make it; she needs to get off the street,” Lancelot said to him. “Help me carry her,” he asked. Then I felt my body being

“If it were up to me, we'd be in separate rooms. Actually, I'm fine now, so you don't even need to be here with me. Why don't you leave?” I asked. I didn't even know if I was flirting with him or not, but I was going to see where this conversation would take us.“Because you're here,” he said. “I care about you, Naomi,” he said. Casper seemed sincere, and his scent intensified even more, as did the rate of his pheromones. Despite the amount, there was something about it that made it no better than Lancelot's, but he had his charm, I had to admit.“Do you really care about me, Casper?” I asked, staring at him seriously, without joking. “Or are you just doing this because you feel you have no control over me and my decisions, since you did not make them?” I asked him. “Is all this because Lancelot is winning me over and not you?” I asked, being bold. The red glow in his eyes intensified, indicating that the phrase had had some effect.“I don't need to win you over, Naomi. You were alrea

“If you're not sure the wall will hold, can I invite you to test it?” he said, already grabbing me tightly, squeezing my body even more, and taking me to the bed. I said nothing, just felt his movements. He laid me down on the bed, aggressively, and climbed on top of me. The smell was even stronger, his eyes redder, and his pheromones agitated. He kissed me again, and I longed for it, longed for his tongue. What I felt in the elevator was being repeated, and if it were up to me, it would be repeated countless times. I grabbed his back, feeling the smooth, warm skin exposed. I crossed my arms, as if to prevent him from getting up, even though he was twice as strong as I.“I don't see any test,” I said, still pressing my arms, making his body stick to mine. I remained fully clothed, but the heat of his body was so intense that even with my clothes on, I could feel it. “Just heat,” I said, looking at him. The yellow tones of my eyes appeared, and then a new pheromone was sensed. My phero