All Chapters of Right Love, Wrong Alpha: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

VioletHe settled between my legs, his hardness pressing gently against me, as I stared at his tattoos."Tell me if you want to stop," he said softly, his forehead resting against mine, our breaths mingling."I don't," I whispered, pulling him closer. "I need this. I need you."His eyes searched mine one last time, then he kissed me again, slow and deep, as he shifted his hips. The tip of him nudged at my entrance, and I gasped at the intimate contact, my body already slick with anticipation. He entered me inch by inch, so carefully, giving me time to adjust to the fullness of him. It was a connection, a slow burn that built from my toes to the tips of my fingers.Elijah's arms braced on either side of me, let me breathe in for a moment and began to move with gentle thrusts that rocked us together in a steady rhythm, each one drawing a soft sigh from my lips. My hands roamed his back, nails grazing lightly, urging him on without words.Pleasure coiled low in my belly, as he kissed my

VioletSometime later in the night, I woke up and mindlessly reached for Elijah. But he wasn’t there. I forced my sleepy eyes to open and looked around to realize that he had left sometime ago, probably when I was fast asleep.I couldn't sleep after waking up because my brain started playing the conversation with Elijah on an endless loop, his words echoing in the darkness of my room. Whatever this is between us, it's worth fighting for. The memory of his kiss, tender and desperate all at once, lingered on my lips like a brand.But underneath the warmth of those memories, guilt coiled tight in my chest like a serpent. The clock on the nightstand read 3:47 AM, its red digits glowing in the darkness like accusing eyes. I threw off the covers and sat up, my heart pounding from anxiety rather than any real threat. The room felt too small suddenly, the walls closing in. I needed air and something to clear my head before I went completely insane.I slipped out of bed, my bare feet silent

VioletThe corridor behind my reflection started to fade, the familiar walls and windows dissolving like watercolors in rain. In their place, another location materialized, emerging from the darkness as the shadows parted.A room, large and opulent, with furniture that belonged to another era entirely appeared. The pieces were massive and ornate, carved from dark wood that gleamed in candlelight. A four-poster bed dominated one wall, its curtains pulled back to reveal silk sheets. A wardrobe stood against another wall, its doors slightly ajar. A writing desk sat beneath a narrow window, covered in papers and what looked like a quill pen and inkwell.Tapestries hung on stone walls, their threads depicting hunting scenes and more symbols I couldn't quite make out. The floor was made of large stone slabs, sparsely covered with thick rugs that muffled sound. Candles burned in iron sconces, their flames dancing and throwing shadows that moved eerily.It felt like a bedroom of some old cas

VioletThe morning after the mirror incident passed in a blur of exhaustion and paranoia. Every shadow seemed darker, every reflection in every surface made me jump. I'd managed maybe two hours of fitful sleep before giving up entirely and spending the rest of the dawn hours sketching mindlessly in my notebook, to give myself something to do.But my hands were shaking too badly to capture it accurately, and eventually I'd given up, shoving the notebook under my pillow and forcing myself to get dressed for the day.Elijah had knocked on my door around nine, his face tight with concern when he saw the dark circles under my eyes."You look like you haven't slept at all," he'd said, reaching out to cup my face."Bad dreams," I'd lied, leaning into his touch despite the guilt that gnawed at me. "Just stress about everything."I didn’t know why I couldn’t tell him anything, why my lips refused to form those words. Part of me was simply too afraid to say it out loud.He'd studied me with th

Violet"Well," Nicole said brightly, clearly trying to redirect before things got awkward. "What about that time Cassie tried to dye her hair? I heard that story was hilarious."Rosy seized the lifeline gratefully. "Oh yes! She'd seen someone in a magazine with pink hair and decided she wanted the same thing. But instead of asking an adult or going to a salon, she tried to use berry juice.""Crushed up half the strawberries and Goddess knows whatever else was in the kitchen," Thelma added with a laugh. "Made this awful paste and smeared it all over her head.""It turned her hair orange instead," Aurelia said. "A horrible, traffic-cone orange. And her skin stayed stained for weeks. She looked like a little orange goblin."More laughter, and this time even Elijah's lips twitched again. The tension eased somewhat, the dangerous moment passing."She cried for days," Rosy continued. "Absolutely convinced she'd be orange forever. Wouldn't leave her room, wouldn't let anyone except Elijah se