Semua Bab Seeking the Love of an Alpha: Bab 61 - Bab 70

I expected it, waited for it even. I think a part of me already knew he would come—he always had to—yet that didn’t stop my heart from betraying me, pounding so loud it echoed throughout the room.His presence rooted me to a spot, his gaze piercing my back so much it would have combusted if I were made of a light material.I sucked in enough breath to carry me through what could just break me, and slowly I turned, facing him.If I had thought I had felt how angry he was, it was nothing compared to seeing how angry my actions have made him.His face was a subtle shade of red, but his ears told me everything they needed to. They were an angry red, competing for the shade of a ripe tomato. His fingers were balled into fists, his breath coming out like the puff of a dragon.And I was grateful to the goddess we were not of the species that breathed fire, as I would be nothing but a pile of ashes before him.“What are you doing here? ” He barked in a barely unrestrained rage, his voice hard

“Explain what?” I asked, confusion lining my furrowed brows. My eyes fluttered from the brown ones of Freya and Owen, the dark one of Matt, to the light blue ones of Lia, then to the grey ones of Becca, and finally to Lydia.They exchanged knowing looks before looking at me with a guarded expression, but their eyes betrayed them, telling more than their mouths would, and I huffed in frustration.“Just tell me,” I snapped. The words came out sharper than I intended, and guilt rushed in as their startled faces stared back at me. “I apologize. I am just frustrated and annoyed. Lucan had been so closed off that getting anything out of him felt like snatching prey from a beast, and I can’t handle being treated like that.” I said through gritted teeth, my fist curling tightly.“The alpha has always been like that; it only got worse.” Lydia finally said, coming to my rescue, and I shot her a grateful look.“What happened to him?” I asked, pulling the ottoman closer to the bed. “I understand

I watched him leave, every second stretching the distance between us, my heart rioting while my legs begged to follow.However, I stuck my foot on the ground, refusing to give in to whatever the rapidly beating organ was telling me to do. He had made his choice, which was to not share the same air I breathe, and I would have to respect it despite the bond that was tugging between us.I turned away, painfully. Every step sent my heart into a frenzy, my breath hitching as the bond clawed at my chest. Still, I pushed on, dragging myself toward my room like it was the only safe place left.The thought of dinner was long forgotten; I had no interest in putting anything in my stomach. I finally reached my room, jerking the door open, and I stared at the empty space in front of me.As a child, I had always craved the freedom that comes with having my own space and had had to fight with my parents to create one for me, but now?I loathed it; having tasted what it meant to be with someone, sta

His baritone washed over me, a slow, deep rumble that slid down my spine and pooled low enough to make me shiver.I could blame it on the black walls that ignite the dark pleasures in me, bringing out something I had thought was buried. But I knew it was only him. This male in front of me, who was mine, only not fully. “Oh, hello mate.” I perked up, sitting up in bed. His shirt was a little too big for my frame, and it slipped from one hand, exposing milky skin.A slow smile curled my lips as his gaze dragged over my skin, scorching a trail, and I trembled seeing him look at me with another expression that was anger.I think it was the three expressions he was showing me. A new record. If I were bold enough, I could unlock three more today and just call it a night.“How are you doing?” I asked in a sultry voice.“I asked you a question, Raya. What are you doing here?” He growled, his eyes in slits, and I perked up like fireworks.“Dearest mate.” I began in a cool voice that betrayed

I had begun to settle into my new pack little by little. Although the memory of Micah still lingered in my heart as he plagued my waking thoughts.He still lay somewhere, cold in his grave, and it was even crazy that I had no idea where he was laid to rest.I was his mate after all, and I deserved to even lay flowers at his tomb site, offer prayers, and probably beg for forgiveness, but it was nearly impossible now.Each day, the guilt loosened its grip a little. My chest felt lighter, my steps steadier. It was easy to say the changes were because of Lucan, but he was too much of an asshole to take such credit.Nothing really had changed between us, except blessing me with new expressions and, of course, the change of underwear.He was a menace. Every day he added another layer to his ridiculous pile of clothes, as if he knew it irritated me.But so far so good; I was around him, inhaling his scent, literally sleeping on it, so I couldn’t be ungrateful.I had begun my new job at the j