Page 48 of Her Destined Alpha (Alpha #3)
I gasped, shaking as realisation struck.
Kiara had been able to heal me… I sat at the edge of the tub, trembling.
I hadn’t expected this... I stayed there for a good fifteen minutes trying to comprehend it.
To have those marks gone… was a burden off me.
The memories that accompanied those scars would no longer be a constant reminder of all the darkness and pain I had gone through.
Finally, I pulled on the cami and shorts Kiara had given me before returning to the bedroom, wondering if Rayhan would notice. I felt lightheaded. It didn’t feel real. Would I look more attractive to him? No, he already looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing ever.
He turned, watching me through the open doors. I shivered involuntarily as the cold filled the room. He said something on the phone before hanging up.
“Sorry. I made the entire room cold,” he said, stepping inside and closing the doors behind him. He pulled the curtains shut before he walked over to me.
“You can warm me up,” I said with a small smile.
“Oh, I intend to,” he whispered, that small, sexy smirk playing on his lips.
He slipped his hands under my cami, gripping my waist, sending tingles through me.
Leaning down, he kissed me passionately.
I kissed him back, locking my arms around his neck.
The pleasure of his kiss ripped through me and sent electrifying sparks to my core.
We broke apart after a few moments when I needed air, my chest heaving.
“So, your mom’s excited…” I said nervously.
“She is, and I know she’ll love you,” he said, his fingers running through my hair before he cupped the back of my neck. His thumb brushed down the front of my neck, his gaze following his finger for a moment before he looked into my eyes confidently.
“Until she learns my truth,” I said quietly.
“It’s going to be okay. Regardless of anyone else’s opinion, I love you,” he said quietly, suddenly lifting me up bridal style. I yelped, clinging to his neck as he spun me around.
“Rayhan!” I shrieked at how fast he had twirled me around.
“Not scared, are you, Kitten?”
“Not at all,” I said, looking into his grey eyes as he came to a stop. A flash of amusement glittered in those gorgeous orbs of his. I kissed his lips softly before moving back slightly.
“Rayhan… what did the King mean by karma is a bitch?” I asked.
His smile faltered, and my heart sank. Something told me I wasn’t going to like what he was going to say. He looked into my eyes, and I felt my stomach knot painfully. I knew from what I gathered it involved both his uncle, him, and Kiara. I just prayed I was wrong.
“That’s just something that happened years ago… it-”
“What happened? Let’s not skim past what I’m asking, Rayhan,” I interrupted, wishing he wasn’t carrying me when I asked him.
He walked to the bed and sat down, placing me in his lap.
Guilt and hesitation were rolling off him in waves.
“Okay, either you tell me, or I’ll just go ask the King himself,” I said quietly.
He took a deep breath, caressing my thigh.
“It was just a one-night thing. Kiara was upset, and I was just there. They didn’t know they were mates at the time. It shouldn’t have happened, and it meant nothing on either of our parts.”
With every word he spoke, my stomach sank. I felt humiliated… I had been getting all chummy with the woman who had slept with my mate, and they had all known, only I hadn’t. My heart thudded, and my anger was burning through me.
“Kitten… please say something.” I blinked, pulling out of his hold as I turned to glare down at him, my heart thudding hard.
“You should have told me before I came here. Everyone there knew, but I didn’t. I’m not just your ‘little’ mate, Rayhan. I was downstairs talking to her when in fact, she probably had the last laugh, knowing I didn’t know. I feel so stupid right now!”
“Hey, she isn’t like that. You’re angry with me-”
“Don’t defend her!” I snapped. He stood up, and I held my finger up, “Don’t come near me.” I needed to get out of there. I didn’t want to be there, where everyone thought I was a fucking pitiful thing.
“Kitten, please, I didn’t mean it like that. There is nothing between us. Heck, she’s the mother of my cousin. Come on, Delsanra… please don’t do this.” He moved closer, but I backed away.
“I just need some space,” I shot back coldly.
Seeing the flash of hurt in his eyes tugged painfully at my chest. He was trying to respect my warning, but I could see the internal struggle. I knew if he touched me, I’d give in. I ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me.
My heart was pounding as I felt the tears fill my eyes.
I felt so stupid, remembering us talking about Rayhan earlier.
She knew my mate better than I did. Yes, I was jealous and hurt…
but I didn’t care. I suddenly felt so suffocated.
You know what, maybe this was a mistake.
Rayhan and I… It wasn’t going to work. The very thought made me cover my mouth to hide a sob.
“Kitten?”
“I said give me space!” I snapped, my voice breaking, and I wished it didn’t.
“I love you, Delsanra... no one else. Please, Kitten.”
“Just go away, Rayhan.”
I looked around the bathroom, my eyes pausing on the window.
My heart thundered as I glanced back at the bathroom door.
Standing up, I opened the tap before unlocking the window and looked down.
I didn’t want to stay here anymore. Especially not in the house of one of my so-called mate’s ex-one-night stands.
I wrinkled my nose in disgust and anger.
I climbed out. I’d probably break something if I jumped…
but I didn’t actually care. I didn’t want her help by healing me either, acting all innocent and sweet.
Okay, maybe that was unfair of me because she did seem genuine, but…
just imagining her and Rayhan together sent a flare of anger rushing through me.
It hurt… so fucking much…
Taking a deep breath, I glanced back at the bathroom door. My eyes blurred with tears when I took a deep breath and jumped, getting ready for the impact. The wind rushed through my hair, the bitter cold piercing my bones, and just when I thought I’d hit the ground, a pair of strong arms caught me.
My heart thudded as I gasped, staring into the glowing blood-red eyes of the Lycan King himself.