《Fated to my Alpha nemesis 》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

MICHAELA'S POVDamon still hasn't woken up.Five days.Five entire days.The healing sleep is taking longer than Dorion anticipated.For werewolves, it is rare.For an Alpha, rarer still.From what I've understood, the body shuts everything else down and focuses on one thing only.Survival.Repair.Healing.At least, that's what Dorion says.Right now, I am having a very difficult time believing any of it.Because healing should look like improvement.Healing should look like progress.Healing should look like waking up.Damon does none of those things.He just lies there.Day after day.Hour after hour.Unmoving.Silent.Too still.I have discovered there are very few things more terrifying than the silence of someone who should not be silent.The first day, I barely left his side.The second day, I don't think I slept properly.By the third day, I found myself checking his breathing every few minutes despite knowing perfectly well that he was alive.I still do it anyway.I find my h

DAMON'S POV I place one kiss on her forehead. Then another on her brow. She stirs. A small sound escapes her as she buries her face deeper into the sheets. Still asleep. I brush my lips against her temple. Then the bridge of her nose. “Michaela,” I whisper. A sleepy frown appears between her brows. “Damon,” she mumbles. A strange warmth settles beneath my ribs. The sound of my name on her lips still feels unreal. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it. But I know for certain that I'll never stop wanting it. For a moment, I simply stare at her. Because I wasn’t expecting this. Wasn’t expecting her. Wasn’t expecting anything. The last thing I remember is pain. Venom burning through my veins. Dizziness. Her voice. Darkness. Then nothing. Endless, suffocating nothing. And now… I wake up to find her curled beside me. Warm. Beautiful. Close enough to touch. For one ridiculous moment, I wonder if I’ve finally lost my mind. Maybe I’m

MICHAELA'S POV “Good morning,” Damon says. I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. Which is unfortunate. Because I had several perfectly reasonable responses prepared. Then he takes another step into the room. I vaguely register the brush of wet feet against the plush carpet. And every single one of my responses vanishes. My gaze betrays me. Just for a second. A very brief second. Unfortunately, that second is enough. I look down. That was my first mistake. My second mistake was continuing to look. My third mistake was having functioning eyes. Because Damon is standing in nothing but a towel. A towel. One towel. One extremely unhelpful towel. The morning light filters through the half-open window behind him, cutting across his shoulders in pale gold. Dust motes drift lazily through the beam like they’ve forgotten how to fall. My eyes immediately dart back to his face. His mouth doesn’t twitch. He doesn’t smile. He just watches me. Still. Patient. Like he has al

MICHAELA'S POVSlowly, carefully, he leans down, brushing a kiss down the line of my jaw.I can feel the edge of the table pushing against my lower back. I crane my neck to give him more access without even thinking.My eyes slam shut as he moves lower, tongue dragging a trail of fire down my throat.And then lower.And lower…I inhale a sharp breath, biting on my lower lip to stop from making any sound as he sucks, teeth grazing flesh.I'm a compilation of tightly wound nerves and violently raging hormones. I don't even realise when my arms find their way around his neck, pulling him closer and yet, somehow, it isn’t close enough.I don't even realise when his left hand finds its way underneath my right thigh, lifting me so I'm perched on the table.I don't even realise how he got there, hips shoved completely in between my legs, one hand still firmly on my right thigh, the other braced against the table by my hips.His face is flushed completely against my skin, breathing nothing bu

DAMON'S POV There's something very important that I should be remembering right now but it currently seems entirely impossible to hold on to any thought for more than half a second. Because every time I try to think, Michaela moves against me and everything vanishes from my head. Completely. She does it the first time. Then again. And there's no chance I'm remembering anything after that. All I can comprehend at this very moment is the sensation of her, everywhere at once, until even the idea of standing apart feels foreign. Her arms around my neck. Her legs around my waist. Her breathe heavy against my neck Her breasts moving against my bare chest as she chases her pleasure unapologetically. All I can comprehend is resolving this overwhelming longing — this need— into something full and complete. It feels like inevitability. Like everything has led up to this very moment. Having her in my arms. To myself wholly. I can't imagine it any other way. I gro