All Chapters of In His Arms: The Alpha’s Temptress: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MALIA'S POV“Sure you do,” I bit my lower lip, permitting the weight of his body to lead. His lips trailed down my jaw, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of my skin. Each brush of his mouth undid a piece of the anger I’d welded around myself, replacing it with a primal instinct of lust and love, one I couldn't silence anymore.I backed into the cold steel table behind me, knocking a few tools and books aside. Lucas followed without hesitation, hands firm on my hips, grounding me in a way I've ached for.The overhead light flickered slightly, casting shadows across the walls, but I only saw him.“This isn't your desired spot,” he breathed out, even as my fingers pulled at the buttons of his shirt.“I don't care. We could do that some other time” I responded with a racing breath. He hung my legs on his waist, and I wrapped both around, pushing him in. Our clothes came off in heated, tangled movements. His touch was fire, everywhere it landed, it burned, consumed. My back

PENELOPE'S POV The room was a complete mess.Books were everywhere, ripped, scattered, stepped on. Pages lay open, some torn in half. A chair had fallen over, one of its legs broken. The curtains were torn and hanging off, barely clinging to the rail. A shelf had crashed to the floor, spilling its books and glass decorations.In the silence, a clock hanging across the bed ticked. The hands weren't rotating, just forth and back. Carefully, I slipped out of the bed and wrapped my shoulders with the bed sheet. “Daemon,” “You should leave,” “I can't,” I replied. He had his back on me, leaving me wondering what he was staring at in the dark corner ahead of us. As I covered the ground between us, I took a survey of the room. It looked feminine, with the flowers and colors. The wardrobe was empty, shelves were either half broken or laying on the floor, and some parts of the wallpaper was torn, leaving claw prints on the wall. Broken glass glimmered in the corners of the room, and there

ALPHA DAEMON The feeling of satisfaction became unrecognizable after I made my decision to call off the wedding. Zephyr's feelings weren't quite easy to read, like there was something in there anticipating a fall or another betrayal. There was nothing more I could do, because I just carved a turning point in my line of destiny. The news was already spreading around the estate, faster than I anticipated. It made me wonder who could have said something to someone. Celeste was my only option…and maybe my own rageful daughter. The further Bianca and I ventured in our endless walk, the faster the whispers grew around me, until we arrived at the fountain. I halted and gestured toward the bricks, “We could wait here for a moment,”“Outside here? What if someone hears the rest of what I have to tell you?” She asked, with eyes searching through the barely crowded area. “No one's listening,” I sat, tapping the space by my side. “After all we've walked for nearly six minutes yet you haven't

PENELOPE'S POV Callista approached me not long after I walked out of the lounge. Her eyes carried the weight of anger, screaming louder than her unspoken words. We did nothing but stare, digging deep into each other's souls and minds. A weird smile creeped across her cheek. Never seen one like it before, but I could tell it didn't mean well. She crossed me without saying a word and stormed into the house. I followed the tracks down to the Western tower where Daemon said he'd be. He left me with a bunch of keys for the entrance door and several other rooms. My mind drifted back to the lounge, to Julian. The way he'd looked at me like he could see through me and through the armour I'd clothed myself with. I could still feel the effects of his gaze, clawing at my well built and perfected guard to keep any lingering feeling for him buried. His voice–if listened to by a fool, would be enough to draw back all he'd lost from betraying me. I clasped the window rail, closing my eyes to

PENELOPE'S POV The bulbs in my room reflected the perfect embroidery and patterns covering my dress as I fastened my zip before the mirror. A deep red silk delivered to my room by a servant who Daemon sent. My hair fell over my shoulders in a loose wave, and for a moment, I stared at my reflection longer than I should have. For unknown reasons, my chest felt heavier than it should have. It was quite difficult to know the actual reason behind it: Daemon putting me in the spotlight always or the dinner ahead of me which he'd arranged for the household. The lady who delivered the dress returned to my room with a message. “The hall is getting filled. Would you like me to reserve a seat for you…beside the alpha?” I looked at her through the mirror, but she buried her head immediately. “No, thank you. I can handle myself,” She bowed and left the way she came. When I finally descended the stairs, the murmurs from the dining hall met me half way. The long oak table was only half occup