Novel & Cerita Why Does Alastor Hate Being Touched

"What? I thought you wanted it. I can sense your arousal." "Your sensor is broken," I murmured. "Impossible," he said and started to explore my body under my shirt, but I smacked his hand away. "No way, Jose. I won't let you touch me tonight. You are banned from touching me. Unless you apologize," I turned and stared at him expectantly. "No." Ugh! I was feeling frustrated with this guy. Why did he always have to be so hot and cold? "Hey Ambrose. I really am sorry about your father," I turned to him and whispered softly.

Tears had started to slip out of his eyes, “I need… crap. Get me some fucking water!” My body tremled hearing his angry command. Lucinda was scary. Peter was terrifying. But the alpha’s son… he made my soul shiver with his one growl. And I definitely did not want to hear more of it. Get him well, serve him water, turn him around, and send him off before anyone notices he was even here. I immediately ran up to grab his arm and led the way. His arm was warm and robust. It felt like blasphemy just by touching it. I kept telling myself “don’t sweat. Don’t Sweat”. I didn’t want to touch him with sweaty hands!!

Alex tried to touch her, but Ashly took a step back, shaking her head. Alex felt the pain coming from his omega, but it was ten times worse. With a shaky hand, Ashly reached into her pocket, pulling it out, but then she put it back again. Alex doesn't deserve to know. She slammed her hand into Alex's chest with so much force that Alex hissed in pain.

ALORA Someone was watching me. His dark eyes and the smile on his lips made me want to turn around and run, but my legs refused to cooperate. He lifted his hand and beckoned to me with a sickening smile that made my body twist with unease. “My doll,” his grimy voice called, “I’m coming for you, Alora. You belong to me." My eyes prickled with frustrated tears. I hated how helpless I felt towards this stranger. All the alarm bells in my head were going crazy, but I couldn’t move.

He was too precious. “Still pretending you don’t want this?” he said with a grin, tilting his head like the smug little brat he was. "Your scent says otherwise, Alpha." he murmured against my skin, fingers curling around my half-hard cock. Ohhh goodness, not the name. I hated it when we're suddenly going to be intimate and he teases me with the Alpha shit. I glared down at him, cold and unmoved. "Touch me and you’ll regret it."

And when she begged me to make her understand, I almost did. I almost told her everything, and the only thing that held me back was the thought of her hating me for what I truly am. A beast. A werewolf. I almost told her everything, and the only thing that held me back was the thought of her hating me for what I truly am. A beast. A werewolf. I know I don't deserve her; she's too good for me. Every time I touch her, I'm reminded of the blood I've spilled with these very hands, the countless lives I've taken. I couldn't bear to taint her innocence. Her skin is so soft, so smooth, and so fragile, and I know I could kill her without even trying. I couldn't live that. It's better for us both if

My protective instincts surge forth, urging me to hold her close, to shield her from further harm. The sight of dark scars that crisscross her body sends a tremor of anguish through my Lycan being. Each mark tells a story of pain and suffering, a testament to the horrors she has endured. A surge of anger rises within me, a primal rage fueled by the knowledge that no one should endure such cruelty, regardless of any crimes they may have committed. As the doctor murmurs observations, her voice laced with sympathy, I move closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing me toward my mate.

he said. "If it's not about staying in the dark, then I can do it!" Cindy replied. "You're afraid of the dark?" She nodded. Alex just stared at her. Should he tell her he was the master of darkness himself? He felt sorry for her and regretted that this pure soul had met him. He didn't want to taint her light with his darkness. "You can't handle me, Cindy," he said again. Cindy sighed softly. What exactly did this man want her to do?

Goddess, she was beautiful—especially when she was mad. I tried to embrace her. She turned away. I pressed my chest against her back, and she startled when she felt my arousal. “No touching, Renzo.” “Call me Alpha, little one,” I murmured, my hand cupping her breast. She slapped it away. Still, I pushed, desperate. “How long will you keep punishing me? At least let me taste you. I’m starving for you.” Her scent betrayed her, her arousal crashing into me like a tidal wave. I put my hand inside her shorts. One touch told me the truth—she was soaking. She gasped, shoved me away, but her eyes darkened, wavering. I licked my finger clean.

I snap, almost surprised by myself. His eyes narrow at me and my fingers slowly retreat. Alpha Zane holds his hands up. “You said you were not hurt, but I see a bruise, hidden by makeup.” “And?” I frown at him “Who?” “Does it matter?!” “It should have healed by now.” “And?” I spit “Names!” He demands “Just fuck off!” I hear the man in front suck in a big breath. Alpha Zane’s fingers grab my face, squeezing my cheeks until they are rubbing against my teeth. I barely knew him and already I hated him.