Why Does Alastor Hate Being Touched Novels & Stories

"Because you did it to me. I don't understand why other people find physical contact so easy. I mean, I clearly don't like being touched by others. I hate being touched.” “You hate being touched? By anyone? Even by your own family?” "Yeah." Aslan thought that after Skylar found out how much he hated being touched by others, he would back off. However, the man reached out and touched Aslan’s cheek again. “Do you mean this kind of touch that you hate?” he asked.

The vision ends with them sharing a kiss. I drop my hands from Alastor’s head and he backs away, pacing the room. He picks up a glass from a desk and throws it across the room. The glass shatters, making me jump. I haven’t moved from my position on the floor. I don’t want to draw any attention to myself while he is in this state of anger. “You will show me what decision I need to make to change this!” I don’t know where this courage came from but I shake my head no. I scream in pain as he has shifted his hand into his claw and shoved one of his enormous claws into my shoulder.

And far behind her, Alpha Kael Nightfang stood on his balcony, staring west—toward rogue lands—with a growing certainty gnawing at his soul. He had not simply rejected a mate. He had unleashed something he did not understand. And someday soon, it would come back to face him

"Finally, you're here. I thought you would take longer since your Alpha depends on you to stay alive." "Well, that doesn't matter to me. It's his torment for trying to hold me against my will. He should have thought it through. Just because my body accepts him doesn't mean I'm obligated to be tied to him. As far as I'm concerned, he could die tomorrow, and it's none of my concern." "Now I understand what that filthy rat Lafebvre was saying. You're nothing like us; you're more cruel—a fascinating blend of Lycan, Alcano, and Licántropos. You're a fascinating hybrid, Anastasia."

Five years ago, I disappeared without a trace, leaving my mate Alpha Rene Beck to believe I was dead. Now I've been found. And Rene isn't the young man I left behind anymore. He's stronger. Colder. Crueler. More dangerous. The kind of Alpha who can command a room with a single look, and make my body remember exactly what it felt like to belong to him. But for him now, I am just his runaway mate who shattered him and vanished without explanation. And he is just the Alpha who calls my 4 years old boy a bastard, who has no idea he's looking at his own flesh and blood. He drags us back to his pack and informs me that in four months he's marrying my half-sister, the woman who helped ruin my

She could sense the desire in my eyes, but I couldn't let it consume me. "I can't," I muttered, averting my gaze. "What do you mean?" she asked, confusion evident on her face. "I can't do this with you. I can't afford to risk your life," I replied, my voice filled with agony. "What are you talking about? Risk my life?" Ayra's brows furrowed with confusion. "I am an alpha werewolf. I have a curse that turns any girl I am intimate with into ashes. Just like it happened with Jade," I explained, my voice laced with sadness.

She didn't like to be ordered around , and above all she despised being disrespected. "Damn him and his perfume" She screamed inwardly and mentally rolled her eyes at the impossibly arrogant and charming man he was. Mr. Doyle kneeled at her feet and slid his hand to the inner of her thigh, Jessica trembled at his touch, as a wave of warmth transpierced her body

“That was the only reason I ever played. But then I got good. Then I started… liking it. Wanting it.” A beat. A broken laugh. “And then I let myself dream about it.” He finally looks at me, and God—there’s nothing left of the boy who strutted through campus like he owned the damn place. His eyes are rimmed red. Tired. Empty. “I hate him,” Alistair whispers. “I hate how much power he has over me. I hate that I let myself believe I could be more than a Morano.” I shift closer. Barely. “You are more,” I say. Quiet. Steady.

Was the reason he wouldn't touch me because he thought that I had willingly chosen Xavier over him? Did he find being with Xavier's seconds so repulsive? Alpha Jaxon's hand came underneath my chin turning my head slightly so that I would meet his gaze. "Astrid," He said and I shivered at the sensation that erupted in my body at the sound of my name rolling off his tongue. "When I take you, I want to break you, ruin you, it's no fun if you are already broken already." To emphasize his point, he poked his finger on an uninjured patch of my back that hurt almost as much as the hurt part, making me gasp slightly.

I need to punish her so fucking badly that she thinks twice before letting another man touch her; with that thought, I drove towards my penthouse. The guards opened the gate and I drove inside. I got out of the car and banged the door hard, not caring about my favorite car. I moved towards her, put her semi-conscious body over my shoulder, and looked at the guards. “I don't want anyone to put a single foot inside the house until I say so!” I ordered them harshly and moved inside at a fast pace. I was climbing the stairs while holding her tightly and she started mumbling something. “Uncle Hunter, you are a very very bad person. You always boss me around. I will never talk to you. I hate you.”