*Danika*
“She fell into the pool as a result of my idiocy. She nearly drowned, so I went in to help her out,” Lance hurried to explain to the irate man standing away from us, his eyes drilling holes into me.
I sensed a hot air of embarrassment wash over me, as my mind went to what he had said earlier about me trying to seduce Lance.
Now the same day, he is catching us in the most awkward posture possible. He must surely agree that I am nothing short of a helpless desperado.
“What were you two doing by the poolside by this time of the day in the first place, Lancelot?” he quizzed further, instead of bothering about what Lance said about me close to drowning.
“I found her here, dude, chill you are acting weird.” Lance made to stand up, and my cheeks ignited in flames as my attention was drawn presently to the fact that my entire body was a feast to any licentious eyes willing to observe.
I coiled myself on the floor, abruptly regretting coming out of my room that evening to make a fool of myself. Here I am thinking of how to find myself a comfortable station while still in this my new mate ordeal, and here I am still giving myself a free ticket to his majesty’s black books.
Just perfect!
“Cover her up, Lancelot, and take her to her bloody room!” he bit out through gritted teeth, his fist balling at his side. He raised his arm up to place on his forehead as if striving hard to control himself from doing something. “What manner of ill-luck is this that can befall a person?” he clamored, his voice carrying deep into the cold air as he walked away, apparently in disgust of someone like me as a mate.
I can’t even swim.
“Don’t mind him, hold unto me let me take you inside,” Lance said, comforting me as he stooped to scoop me into his arms and walked through another entrance that was much secluded from wandering eyes, up to my room.
I was saturated with grief, lulling back to the point when I caught the horrific look on the face of the Alpha King when he saw me in Lance’s arm back in the pool. I was filled with a raw pang, and I can swear he was deeply upset. If he feels the same as I do, why is he fighting it? Mates are supposed to be inseparable because of how powerful our bond can be. Why would he not just save us both the misery and accept me?
Bonding is milder among other ranks of wolves. I learned that with the Alphas, it is a triple effect such the aura inherent in them is more profound.
So if he is affected as much as me why would he try to hide away from what is inevitable?
“Here we are, I will have to leave now. I will look for what I can lay my hand on around this pack. Shower. Do something. Anything. Until I get back,” he urged me, looking around the place in a frenzy. I saw his cheek spotting red splotches and knew he was probably blushing as a result of my dress state.
“Thanks,” I told him and began walking towards the bathroom hastily. Lance is a very nice man and I wish he was my mate instead of Alpha Alonso. No one has ever treated me with an ounce of kindness the way he has done since we left on this trip.
But, he is not mine. Does he even have a mate? I will ask him once I gather the courage.
I was about to close the bathroom door, and our eyes met. He smiled at me, his enchanting greens orbs illuminated by the room light. “Stay close to the fire after your bath. I’m coming.” He ambled backward until he was by the door, opened it, and puff! Was out of it.
I exhaled loudly, batted my agonizing eyes, and bounced the bathroom door closed.
I sat in the wide white tub, allowing the aromatic sandalwood essence to soak into my skin. My palm was on my forehead as my other hand was sprawled at the top of the tub, with my head. I enjoyed watching the steam rise into the sky slowly, before dissipating through the window.
I blew out tensed air, the act offsetting the bubbles on top of my bathing water. I watched a whitish-blue transparent bubble burst and smiled. If only I could have the privilege of flying into the sky and bursting that way. But, here I am, wanting someone who doesn’t want me.
There was a huge bang somewhere, and I jolted up as fast as the wind from the tub, my orbs trained at the door, craning my ears.
The knock came yet again. “Oh, my. It must be Lance. He came back early.” I stood from the tub, taking the faucet and positioning it on my body to wash off the bubbles.
The knock was invigorated over the air, “I’m coming, Lance. One minute!” I reeled, picking up my towel and tying it recklessly over my sizable bosom. I cringed my nose as I perceived something sweet.
Something familiar.
I am becoming delusional and stupid, that I am now perceiving my mate’s scent everywhere.
I didn’t bother putting on something else since I will just take the dress from Lance at the door. So I strolled to the entrance hurriedly, and peeled the barrier open, my eyes almost falling off my sockets.
Alonso thrust through rashly, storming right to the fireplace, his hand to his waist, giving him a scorned cowboy look.
I stood there at the door stupefied at his presence, but mostly very aware of my half-naked state around him and how that knowledge made me crave dirty things I have only sneaked a look at in alluring magazines, but have never known personally how it feels like.
“Danika!”
I jumped back, my worried eyes meeting the lethal look in the eyes of my mate. He was seething with rage, heated air oozing from him, making me almost whimper. His aura around the room was affecting me, dulling my senses and making me feel the wrong warmth.
“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered, still not moving from the door. I was so deep-seated in my thought not to realize the door was still partially open.
The next minute he was barging across the room in full force. I contemplated bolting, but my feet couldn’t move and remained pinned to the spot, our eyes not wavering.
When he was close, his forearm shot out and snatched the door from me, smashing it close on my face. I whimpered and tilted back in fright.
He is so angry. What if he hits me? I was lingering for him to. I readied my cheek for him, my eyes falling close.
Nothing happened.
Instead, his hand clasped around my wrist and dragged me deeper into the room.
When we were at the bed, he pushed me furiously on top of it, and I landed butt first, my towel falling off my body. I gasped and made for the towel but he made it before me, picked it up, and yanked the remaining still clinging to my body rapidly, leaving me as naked as the day I was born.
My chest heaved up and down as overwhelming tears formed in my eyes-hunger too.
“You will remain like that and listen to me. Since you are a slut, I might as well address you while naked. Isn’t that what you wanted when you ran to open the door? Thinking it was Lance?” He bent to snide straight at my face, batting his lashes disgustingly at my flushed body. “You are lonely and wretched, and now you want to whore for attention, huh?”
“I’m sorry,” I yelped out, letting out squeaks of misery. Why would he think so poorly of me? I have never made any lascivious move towards any man in my entire life. Not to mention my mate’s Beta. Why would he have such an impression of me?
“You are sorry? What were you doing by the poolside?”
I didn’t say anything. Is that even what he is supposed to be asking me? Isn’t he supposed to be worried that I nearly drowned, instead of being so verbally malevolent? Is he jealous?
“Answer me!”
“Nothing. Nothing. Please, I just went there to… to stroll,”
He chuckled whimsically, the next thing stooping to capture me, tearing me off the bed to face him.
His red-rimmed dark eyes trailed along my face in a regard filled with great contempt and once more, that look I’m still yet to discern its meaning: misty, hungry, lusty even.
I was very much aware of him and his potent scent by now. I now understand why I had smelt him back then in the bathroom. It was because he was near. Just like now.
My body yearned for him to do something to me. Anything. As far as his hand is on me. My eyes became blurry, goosebumps scattering all over my nude flesh. The skin where his arm was wrapped burnt the most with alluring fire.
My legs fell apart gently, noticing a certain stickiness in my vagina.
He was bending into me, his arm becoming tougher around my arm. I leaned in too, the electrical effect too thick to ignore.
His nose found my neck and breathe me in, brushing it to the dipped point of my neck to swipe his tongue through it. I whimpered, my head falling back, and my eyes falling close. I wanted to touch him. Feel him. Beg him… just to touch me… if only for a second. Anything to have those tremendous hands all over me.
Then he broke the spell by whispering huskily, “Are you so much in need of a man, that you will use this…” He nudged me away slowly to let his condescending dark eyes take me in. I heard a low growl from down his throat but didn’t think much about it. “To seduce my best friend.”
I flinched back, a gasp leaving my mouth. How could he even think that I am capable of that? I will never do that to him.
“You are a slut,” he sneered without care. “A weak, clumsy and good-for-nothing slut. And if you think I will allow you to embarrass me by throwing yourself at any man that comes close to you ’cause of your loneliness, then you better think twice.” He ripped off me, left me in such a delicate state and strolled a few feet away from the bed.
He twisted briefly to say before he left the room, “Dress up properly and stop acting like a deprived whore.”
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