Page 49 of Her Destined Alpha (Alpha #3)

Delsanra

“ W ell, well, well, look what we have here. A fucking stray cat trying to escape,” he said. That cold smirk of his made me shiver. I scampered out of his arms, almost tumbling to the ground when he let go of me suddenly.

“Who told you to catch me?” I frowned.

“You’re right. If you cracked that fucking skull of yours, we would have to deal with one less idiot in the world,” he mocked, taking out one of his cigarettes.

I frowned and turned away, ready to walk out of the gates of this mansion.

“Did Rayhan calling you kitten get you thinking you had nine fucking lives?”

“I probably do because after the amount of crap I’ve been through, I’m surprised I’m still here,” I shot back.

I walked to the gates, and to my surprise, they swung open. I glanced at the guard, who simply gave me a polite nod. I had to admit that the one thing that truly warmed my heart was that they didn’t try to keep me here against my will…

“So, care to share why the fuck you’re acting like a kid?” I cast a glance at him, annoyed that he was following.

“Actually, you’re the reason,” I said coldly.

I had to remember that he was the King. If he wanted to kill me… I’d be dead before it even registered.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes.” I crossed my arm, trying not to show how cold I felt. Was I stupid to step out in such a thin cami and shorts in this icy weather?

“No fucking idea why you’re upset. I walked in on them at the time. Just imagine how I felt,” he said after a moment, and although he sounded normal, I could sense the tinge of pain at the memory coming from him.

I wondered if it still hurt him. He seemed to get on fine with Rayhan, though. I didn’t reply, rubbing my arms as we walked through his pack grounds. I had no idea where I was going, I just needed space and air. How had he known what had pissed me off?

“I pushed Kiara to that. I hurt her several fucking times even when I knew she was my mate.”

“So, you are to blame for that,” I added. What an annoying, arrogant, egotistical burrito!

“Guess so.” He shrugged. I stopped and glared at him.

“Why are you following me?”

“Cause I made you run, and you look like something anyone could squish in two seconds flat,” he retorted coldly. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m actually not that small. You wolves are just overgrown giants,” I muttered. Despite my attitude, I did ponder his words. It was clear he wasn’t blaming Rayhan, which meant I shouldn’t either…

“Listen, you little spitfire. You don’t have anything to be fucking jealous about. I would be the first one fucking tearing Rayhan limb from limb if there were anything between the two.” His words made my anger flare inside me, that burning power tugging at my chest. I glared up at him.

“Don’t talk about him like that,” I hissed. A smirk crossed his face.

“Oh yeah? I assure you, my words probably hurt way less than the shit he’s probably feeling right now, knowing you tried to run away from him,” he taunted coldly. His words sank in, and my stomach plummeted. That was true… I looked back towards the mansion, guilt filling me. I had reacted stupidly…

“I don’t need you to tell me that,” I muttered, shivering as I stared at the mansion.

I never realised I had so much jealousy in me... but the anger I felt when I saw other women flirting with him or imagining him with other women… the intensity of the emotions I felt scared even me. What if someday I ended up hurting someone because of them? What would Rayhan think of me?

“Feeling jealous is fucking normal. The only thing that ever held me back from castrating a few fuckers was Kiara,” he said, taking off his shirt and, to my surprise, placing it around my shoulders.

I looked away from his body. Were werewolves really so shameless that they stripped any chance they got?

“Who said I was thinking about that?” I asked, shivering as I clutched the shirt around me for any warmth. It wasn’t that thick, though. He raised an eyebrow as we began walking back toward the mansion.

“I’m not fucking dumb,” he growled. I sighed.

“I was told I was born from darkness. I don’t know what that means, I was never told who my mother was or why I was given this title. There is darkness within me, and I know there is… I feel it when I’m angry or jealous.”

“Isn’t there fucking darkness in all of us?

” he countered, taking a drag on his cigarette.

“I’ve always considered myself a monster, and I believed it up until she came into my life.

I know there is still darkness there, but she’s shown me there’s more to me than the monster within.

I’m sure Rayhan’s the same for you. We can both agree that he’s definitely the calmer one of the two of you.

” I frowned, but it was the truth, I couldn’t deny that.

“Guess we needed people as kind and selfless as them…” I murmured, silently apologising for the jealousy and anger I felt towards Kiara.

“Are you comparing me to yourself?” He narrowed his eyes. I simply glared back.

“You did first,” I stated.

“I’m nothing like you, spitfire.”

“And I’m nothing like you.” We both glared at each other, and a small smirk crossed his lips. I looked away in annoyance. We were more similar than either of us would admit.

“You’re not too bad for a stray cat.”

“And you’re not as scary as I thought,” I countered.

Yes, somehow, I didn’t mind the man before me. He was different inside than he showed. Even the fact that he followed me out… gave me his shirt… subtly defended Rayhan… yes, he cared for those he loved dearly.

“I was different and didn’t fucking fit in, but I found my place. It just took me some time to realise I deserved some happiness and shit. Guess you fucking need to learn that too.”

I smiled, his words hitting home. Yes, I needed to believe I was worthy of this. Of Rayhan. He frowned.

“What are you smirking at?”

“Nothing at all.”

I looked ahead as the mansion gates swung open, and my heart sank, seeing Rayhan standing there, one hand in his pocket, one hand running through his hair.

Something told me he knew his uncle had gone after me, and it took him a lot to not run after me too.

The worry in his eyes made my heart clench.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, ashamed as I walked over to him. The King walked off without another word, leaving the two of us alone.

Rayhan didn’t reply, pulling me into his arms and hugging me tightly. I closed my eyes, slowly wrapping my arms around his waist. The heat from his body warmed my ice-cold body.

He said he loved me. He had proved that, yet there I was, doubting him and getting angry at him. I didn’t speak as he lifted me bridal style, looking at my feet that were rather red from the cold. A frown crossed his face as he walked inside into the warmth and up to our bedroom.

I looked at the broken bathroom door, feeling guilty as he placed me on the bed silently. Walking over to the door, he locked it before returning to me. That frown still remained, and I realised I had never seen Rayhan so quiet.

He crouched down before me, rubbing his hands over my feet, warming them. His hair curtained his face, but I really wanted to see his expression. My heart was thudding, and I wondered what was going through that mind of his.

“You don’t need to do that,” I said quietly.

I wasn’t used to that sort of treatment.

He was an alpha, yet there he was, treating me like a queen, even after I had treated him like that.

He didn’t reply. His warm hands enveloped my feet completely as he massaged them, bringing warmth back into them.

The dim lighting of the room cast a warm glow around us.

“Tell me, Delsanra. What can I do for you to make you believe that you are the only one for me?” he asked quietly, his hands still massaging my feet.

He didn’t look up, and I hated how I could sense the pain he was trying to hide.

It hurt, knowing I subjected him to it, but I needed to know the truth too rather than find out in a horrible way.

I cupped his face, tilting it up, my stomach knotting with guilt. My heart thudded as I looked into his eyes, eyes that held such a storm of emotions that my heart clenched.

“I need to know these things before I learn them from someone else. How do you think it feels to be the only one in the room who wasn’t in on it?” I questioned quietly. He nodded, his hands stroking my cold thighs.

“You’re right. It won’t happen again. It didn’t even cross my mind when we were coming here. Kiara’s just a friend, a family member. I didn’t think.” I nodded as he cupped the back of my neck and pulled me close. “I’m sorry, Kitten.” His nose brushed mine, and my breath hitched.

I nodded, looking into his eyes. His scent made me lightheaded. His lips brushed mine softly, sending pleasant tingles through me. His lips caressed mine slowly, his grip tightening on me as he forced himself back.

“I’m sorry, too…” I sighed, looking down for a second, then back into his eyes. “Mark me.” His eyes widened in surprise. My words surprised even me... but I also knew it was what I wanted.

“That’s a big decision, Kitten,” he said, caressing my upper arms before he reached up and kissed my forehead.

“I know,” I admitted quietly. “And I want this.” His eyes flashed green, but it was gone as soon as it came. He took my hands, caressing my knuckles as he looked at me.

“Okay,” he agreed softly. “Tomorrow.”

I frowned. What’s wrong with tonight? He stood up, removing the King’s shirt from my shoulders and tossed it aside with a small frown. He then pulled his own shirt off and dropped it to the ground. Moving the blanket back, he lifted me, scooting me over and getting in.

“Why not now?” I asked stubbornly. He raised an eyebrow, and I frowned at him, making him chuckle.

“Because…” he said, pulling me close. I gasped when my head hit the pillow, only to find him straddling me.

“When I’ve marked you… I’m going to want a lot more.

You weakened the bond when you tried to reject me, though it didn’t sever it.

Once I mark you, that bond will be replaced, and when it does…

these feelings between us will strengthen, too.

Everything will feel tenfold more…” He took my wrists, pinning them to the bed.

His hair curtained his face, and the look in his eyes made my stomach flutter.

“In other words, your possessive, dominant side will just become more obvious?” I asked curiously.

“And one who will want to devour you twenty-four-seven,” he murmured.

His finger brushed over my lips before he slipped a finger into my mouth.

I sucked on it slowly, my core throbbing.

His eyes darkened with lust. “It’s a big decision, Kitten, and no matter how much I want to mark you, I need you to be ready because once I do, there’s no going back.

” My heart skipped a beat. He meant to accept him in every way… to go all the way…

“Have a think about that, Kitten.” He kissed me deeply, my hardened nipples grazing his chest through the thin fabric of the cami I was wearing. A soft moan left my lips as he pulled back, breathing hard. His eyes flickered from green to grey. I licked my lips. No, I was ready for that.

“I have. I want you to mark me tomorrow,” I whispered firmly. A gorgeous smile crossed his lips, and he nodded slightly.

“Then, tomorrow night, I’m taking you out,” he murmured, kissing my neck sensually, making my heart thud crazily.

“Sounds perfect. I can’t wait,” I whispered.

“Perfect.”

He pulled me into his arms, and I snuggled into him.

I knew that after tomorrow, things were going to change.

.. but I was ready. I kissed his bare chest. The urge to lick his nipple overtook me, and I flicked it lightly before kissing him there.

I felt him stiffen, something hard pressing against my thigh. I smiled innocently up at him.

“Down, boy.”

“You’re a tease, Kitten.”

Oh, I was going to enjoy teasing him because no matter how tough and strong he was as an alpha, when it came to me, he was like putty in my hand.