Why Does Alastor Hate Being Touched Novels & Stories

She held an accusing finger at his chest as tears started to gather in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. One second he was apologizing, the very next one she was chugging down alcohol like it was water. He knew what she was trying to do. Vampires and werewolves could not get drunk, but they could be less on edge, and bring themselves to feel less. She was testing that theory, it would seem. Aiden was merely watching Anastasia dance, having already figured out by scents alone that his mate was not in the house, when a guy made a beeline towards her but stopped at a few feet from her.

his orbs were focused on my not so big belly, his fingers brushing against the fabric lightly. The energy he was giving me wasn't right. I could feel it. And whatever it was seemed to be nagging at him a lot. It was that same energy I felt when he would act strange then leave. I didn't like it, neither did Lena and we wanted to do everything we could to help him. My hands went up to cup his jaw to lift his face to me, "Are you sure?" he closed his eyes and raised his hands to grab my wrists. He pushed them away from his face and it hurt me that he didn't want my touch, "Yes, I'm fine." he reopened his eyes with a sigh, the color flashing a bright hazel.

A bald head with a deep scar running from the corner of his right eye to his jaw, one of the many scars he had gotten from battle. He was thickly muscled. Heavy metal chains adorned his biceps and his fists, and even when he shifted, the chains remained around his lycan form, giving him a terrible look. Talon was taking a walk around his territory, his face twisted into a vicious scowl. His hands were clasped behind him, the metals clinking with every step he took. His ruthless dark eyes observed a group of rogues as they dug into the hard earth, creating a well where they would store more water. It hadn't been easy living in these barren land, and with each passing day, his hatred for Alpha

“What I want is irrelevant. What matters is what I will do.” Every instinct I have tells me to run, to scream, to do anything but stand here and let this man get any closer. But it’s like I’m in a trance, unable to move, unable to do anything but watch as he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from my face. His touch is surprisingly gentle, and it sends a jolt of electricity through me, like a current of dark energy that I can’t escape. “Don’t worry, little human,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet over steel. “You’ll understand soon enough.”

“Can you leave me already? I will never want you or anything that has to do with you. You disgust me.” He slapped me hard across the face. I was already getting numb to the pain he was inflicting on me. “Don't test me today, I am pissed already. I lost good soldiers to vampires. I will make sure I crush that stupid Alpha of yours.” He held onto my throat and I began to choke. I hit and scratched at his arms. I was choking already. “I wonder what you see in him. You remind me of my brother's mate, she wanted nothing to do with me. I felt like she would be more drawn to me and no one else.”

“I don’t have time for you.” I tried to pass him, but he caught my wrist. His grip wasn’t hard, but it burned. “You should be careful,” he whispered. “The council is losing patience. They’re starting to think the Alpha’s bond is… broken.” I yanked my hand free. “Stay away from me.” He chuckled. “Oh, I won’t. One slip. One word. That’s all it will take. And Marcus will see you for what you are.” My heart pounded. He circled me like a wolf waiting to strike.

“Thornwood protects its own. But it tests them too.” His scent cold stone and dark pine wrapped around me. The bond flared, sending a pulse of heat straight to my core. I was still slick from last night, and my body responded instantly, traitorously. Silas noticed. His steel-gray eyes darkened. “You’re sore,” he murmured, but there was no real apology in it. Just hunger. He backed me against the altar, lifting me onto the cold stone like I weighed nothing. The robe fell open. “Yet you still smell like you need us.”

She looked confused at first and with the sudden change in power stances she asked, “W-What are you doing?” “I don’t think your mouth is clean enough Vevina, I think it needs something special in it to remind it who it belongs to,” Alastor said, taking her hand and placing it atop his pants that he still hadn’t changed out of. “But I don’t like it,” she said, distracted from the numerous blowjobs she had given to the others. “I don’t want to do it.” Alastor knew what had happened and he knew how much this particular stance hurt her. He had therefore never tried to get her to give him a blow job but he believed that if he pushed her a little more today she would be able to overcome another on

It was as if he was pouring all his emotions into this one hug as if he was trying to convey the depth of his feelings without words. How can he love me this much even though he was made to be evil? I felt a lump form in my throat as I realized the intensity of Alastor's love for me. He trusted me completely, without reservation or hesitation. He loved me with a ferocity that was almost overwhelming, and yet, here I am with my heavy feet and mouldy heart, about to kill him. The hug seemed to last forever, and yet, it was over all too soon. As we pulled back, I saw tears shining in Alastor's eyes, and I knew that he had been feeling exactly what I had been feeling.

I said, bracing myself. She straightened in her seat, looking at me with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "Ashtar knew that Baltazar had always been an old, conservative fool. That wolf wanted to kill me once, too. He said that drinking my witchy blood would make Ashtar tainted, as if the descendant of the fallen had ever been pure." With a sneer on her lips, she turned her eyes to the window and the crescent moon in the sky. "I guess taking you to the summer estate was yet another way to manipulate you into giving him your blood." Dry laughter escaped my throat. "I would have given it to him if he'd asked me! If he needed to become stronger, all he had to do was ask! Why the fuck would he do