Her Cursed Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 56

Desmond’s POVCold fear seizes me instantly.But then I catch a glimpse of chestnut hair from the corner of my eye, and see she’s on the balcony.Nothing happened to her. She didn’t somehow escape or run away. She’s still here. I approach silently, seeing that she’s bent over something. Her phone? The breeze is carrying her scent to me, but not mine to hers. She doesn’t notice me even though I’m just two steps away now. I move quietly against the backdrop of noises that disguise my approach: the scurry of a coyote in the underbrush, autumn leaves rustling in the wind, an owl hooting from the branches of a redwood. I’m not above sneaking around right now. What if she’s texting her ex? Good thing I had a tap put on her phone. If she’s texting him, I’ll know. But her long hair ripples in the breeze, and I see what she’s holding for the first time. In her hands, she has a circle with some fabric stretched over it, and she’s pulling a needle and threadthrough the canvas. Flowers.

Desmond’s POVI must be a glutton for punishment.The water splashes a little as she gets in. “Okay. You can turn now.”The bubbles hide her body from view. She gives me a smile. “You can wash my hair, but I’m taking care of the rest.”“Don’t trust me? Or yourself?”“It’s you I don’t trust. Of course.” She can’t even maintain eye contact while she spouts this obvious falsehood. I’m starting to think she is, in fact, a terrible liar.I pull up a wood stool to the edge of the bathtub and take a seat, close enough to feel the steam rising from the water. My wolf paces under my skin, keyed to the sound of her breathing, the bead of water sliding down her throat. As rain begins to patter against the fogged window, I steel myself for the most excruciating and wonderful moment of self-denial in my life.“Dip your head in the water,” I tell her, my fingers already flexing in anticipation of touching her. She does as I ask, the water lapping softly around her shoulders.I warm the shampoo i

Desmond’s POVI try to think of the dullest things I can to calm my raging erection. Spreadsheets. Council meetings. Her ex.The question explodes from me before I can stop it. “Why were you with that shithead? You don’t seem like you’d put up with being treated like that.”She stiffens in surprise at the question before taking a deep breath, her shoulders rounding, almost in defeat. “I’d just started at Neuroworks,” she says. “Ben came into the office one day and started chatting to me. I had no idea who he was. That charmed him, I think.”I scowl. “You charmed him.”I can just see it. Wendy, looking sexy as hell in some little pencil skirt and heels. The entitled little lordling, so used to people falling all over him, encountering… her. Lured in by her beauty, enchanted by her warmth and wit. Maybe she flirted with him in return, maybe she held him at arm’s length.I wonder how desperately she made him work for her attention, her favor. I wonder how long it took her to wrap him a