All Chapters of I Hate You, Alpha... Yet I Crave You. : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I have dealt with too much today to let Katrina get under my skin again. Still, the moment she steps into my room like she owns the damn place, something ugly twists inside me. What the actual fuck is her problem? Why does she always feel the need to make my life harder? My head already aches. Too many emotions, thoughts. And somehow, she is the last thing I want to deal with. “Get out.” The words come out sharp and cold. I point toward the door without even opening my eyes. “Right now.” The room goes quiet. There are no footsteps nor signs that she is leaving. I let out a slow breath before opening my eyes. “You know what?” I say, already turning toward the door. “I think I should inform the Alpha that you’re standing in my room uninvited.” That finally gets a reaction. I hear sudden movement, fast enough to make me glance back. Katrina is already on her feet. Her face is tight, eyes glossy with something that looks dangerously close to anger or hurt. “You

That is all the invitation he needs to hear. My panties are ripped before I can even blink, and he pushes inside me in one brutal thrust, burying himself like he is meant to stay there, like he belongs. A sharp gasp leaves my lips. Goddess, it has been two weeks since he last touched me like this, and somehow, this feels like home. When he starts to move, it feels like every thrust sends wave after wave of dizzying pleasure through me. I cannot help it as my nails dig into his shoulders. The vanity table creaks, the things on top shifting with the force of him as he pounds into me, ruining every thought in my head. His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises, but I am too far gone to notice. His mouth never stays still, moving across my neck, my jaw, my lips. It is fast, furious, desperate in a way I cannot explain, as if we have both been starving and this is the only thing keeping us alive. “Aiden,” I gasp against his mouth, my head falling back. At this point, I do not e

I bite the inside of my cheek hard before I can stop myself from taking it back. Before I can chicken out. Before I can let him see the truth written all over my face. “It’s a lie.” The words leave my mouth, but even I almost don’t believe them. Aiden goes completely still. His eyes widen slightly as he stares at me, like I just knocked the air out of his lungs. For a second, he looks lost. Like he doesn’t understand how we got here. I hate that expression. Because it almost makes me weak. I swallow hard, my throat suddenly too dry. My pulse pounds loudly in my ears. I want to say something, anything. “I’m not your mate,” I say again, forcing the words out before courage leaves me. “And honestly? That’s probably better for everyone.” His jaw tightens. I keep going before I lose my nerve. “Just because you come here and suddenly act like you care doesn’t mean I’m going to throw myself at you.” I cross my arms tightly across my chest, like somehow it can keep my hea

I wake up with a sharp breath, my body jerking as pain shoots through my neck. For a second, I don’t know where I am. The room feels too quiet. Then everything crashes back. My hand flies to my neck, and my fingers tremble before they even touch the spot. The moment I feel the raised skin, my stomach twists. No. No. No. I rush out of bed so quickly my legs almost give out beneath me. My chest feels tight, like something is pressed against it so hard I can barely breathe. I hate this. I hate that a small part of me still remembers the look in his eyes before everything went wrong. I stumble toward the mirror, my heartbeat loud in my ears. The room is a mess. The vanity chair is tipped sideways. A lamp lies broken on the floor. Drawers are left half-open, like a storm swept through here. My stomach sinks. Rhoda could walk in any minute. I kneel quickly, hands shaking as I gather things from the floor. A brush, scattered papers, a bottle knocked on its side. Bu

The moment I step into the hallway, my chest tightens. The mansion is too quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet either. This feels heavy, like the walls are holding their breath.I stop walking and glance down the empty corridor. Maybe I should go back to my room. But something deep inside me refuses to settle.My fingers brush against the turtleneck covering my neck. Maybe it's the mark.The thought alone makes my stomach twist.Or maybe it's Damon. The past few days, he hasn't seemed like himself. Every time I look at him, he wears the same tired expression. His smiles don't quite reach his eyes anymore, and there are moments when he stares into nothing, like the weight of the world is sitting on his shoulders.And then there is the guilt. The ugly kind that creeps in when I least expect it. Because no matter how hard I try to hate Alpha Aiden, some stubborn part of me still feels him.I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. I am done with him.Damon has been good to me. He listen