All Chapters of The Alpha's Bodyguard Is a Woman : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

VioletThe bathhouse smelled like cedar and old stone.Martha had been talking about it all week — their Thursday tradition, she called it, the one thing she and Elias never missed no matter what. She'd packed a small bag for me without asking, slipping in a towel and a change of clothes with the kind of quiet efficiency that made my chest feel strange. I hadn't told her I didn't do things like this. That I hadn't done anything like this in a very long time.The women's side of the place was small and warm, nothing like I expected. I sat on the wooden bench and let the heat crawl into my skin, into the spaces between my ribs where I'd been holding tension for so long I'd forgotten it wasn't supposed to be there. My shoulder still ached at the edges of the bandage but I chose to ignore it.Nala stirred almost immediately.‘He's close’, she said. ‘I can feel him through the wall’."I don't care. You can feel him even if there's an ocean between you both," I muttered under my breath.‘W

VioletMy body was still trembling, aftershocks rippling through me like electric currents, when Dante’s low, gravelly voice cut through the thick steam and straight into my core.“I need you to ride me, Violet. Right now.”The command hit me like a live wire. My pussy clenched hard around nothing, a fresh rush of wetness slipping down my thighs. I was already wrecked—skin flushed, nipples tight and aching from his mouth, the red mark on my neck throbbing like a brand he’d claimed me with. And still, I wanted more. Needed more.I lifted my head from his shoulder, locking eyes with him through the hazy, heated air. Dante’s gaze was feral—dark pupils swallowing the amber of his irises, jaw locked tight, chest heaving with barely restrained hunger. His cock stood thick and heavy between us, flushed deep red, veins pulsing along the shaft, the broad head slick and glistening with precum. It twitched under my stare, as if it had a mind of its own, begging to be inside me.My hands shook wi

Dante’s POVThe word blood still sat heavy on my tongue as I stepped fully into the room, and everything inside me went quiet. I didn’t move at first because my body needed a second to accept what my eyes were seeing.Violet stayed behind me, and I could feel her grip tightening on my clothes as her breathing turned uneven and shallow, and I knew she was already close to breaking even though she hadn’t made a sound yet.I walked further in because standing at the door wouldn’t change anything, and I forced myself to look properly at Elias and Martha as I took in the details that mattered, and the ones I wished I didn’t notice at all. Elias had been killed cleanly and efficiently, which told me this wasn’t random and it wasn’t messy anger, and Martha had been caught in the aftermath, which made my jaw tighten as I ran through possibilities faster than I could sort them.“Dante…” Violet whispered behind me, and her voice sounded thin like it was coming from somewhere far away.“Stay t

VioletThe second the door clicked shut behind Bret, my heart slammed against my ribs.Dante didn’t waste a single second.He crossed the room in three powerful strides and crowded me against the wall before I could even speak. His hand fisted in the short hair at the back of my head, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat. His mouth crashed down on mine — hot, demanding, almost punishing. There was no gentleness, no warm-up. Just raw, starving need.I whimpered into his mouth as his tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me completely. My hands flew up to grip his shoulders, but he was already pressing his entire body against mine, pinning me to the wall with his weight. The hard, thick ridge of his cock strained against his pants and ground into my stomach, letting me feel exactly how badly he wanted me.When he finally tore his mouth away, I was already panting.“Dante…” I breathed.His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust. “You have no idea how long I’ve been t

VioletThe other side of the bed was empty.I looked at it for a moment, at the flat undisturbed sheet, and then I looked at the ceiling and let out a slow breath and smiled to myself. It wasn't a real smile. It was self deprivating and bitter. I was a fool.I sat up carefully, mindful of my stitches which were almost healed by the way, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The room was quiet and grey with early morning light. His side of the bed was cold, which meant he hadn't just stepped out. He had been gone for a while.*He probably had work,* Nala said from somewhere in the back of my head. *That's all it is. You're reading into—*I shut her out because I didn't really want to hear it right now. she went quiet but she didn't go away. I found my clothes and got dressed without turning the lamp on. The sex was good. That was the truth of it and I wasn't going to pretend otherwise. But good sex and something real were two entirely different things and I had spent enough of