Page 54 of Rejected by My Stepbrother Alpha (Billionaire Shifter Club #1)

And damn, I see it happening to him too. It’s in the way his thrusts lose control. The way he becomes rapid, rabid… like madness overwhelms him and all he wants to do, all he exists for, is to fuck me with every drop of energy he can muster.

He’s fucking railing into me at this point.

And I’m taking it. I’m taking all of it with absolute relish.

I look again into his wild eyes, it’s filled with desperation and hunger. It’s so beautiful.

And then he roars, his frantic thrusts reaching its peak, sending a loud piercing scream out of me as my body submits to a tsunami level orgasm.

I can feel his warm cum jutting into me, filling me up. .

“I love you Alexander,” I declare as our bodies collapse, shaking with the aftershock of what’s just run through us.His body softens against mine for a moment, heavy and warm, and I just lie there—letting myself feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, the rise and fall of his breath.

For the first time all night, everything feels still.

Then he moves, rolling onto his side beside me.

His hand finds mine, gentle, like I’m something fragile. His fingers move slowly across the back of my hand, and I swear I can feel every brush in my chest.

That’s when it hits me.

Oh my God.

Is this the mate bond?

This feeling… that moment. The way he looked at me after the jug fell. The way I feel tethered to him, like some invisible thread just snapped into place.

The way I knew he was thirsty before he even said a word.

But… how?

I’ve been in his life for two years and this spark… this pull, never happened. And he just felt the mate bond with Celeste Garcia.

So how is this happening now?

My wolf is practically purring, completely at ease with him lying next to me like this. And even through the confusion, something warm begins to bloom in my chest.

It swells fast, soft but certain, and before I can stop it, the truth rises up. The words press against my lips, and I can’t hold them back anymore.

“Alexander…” I say, softly. His finger is still tracing slow circles over my hand.

“I heard about what happened earlier. At the mating ceremony. Everyone’s been talking about it…

and when I found out you didn’t go through with it, I felt this…

. joy. This impossible joy. And I didn’t understand it then, but I do now. ”

His hand pauses. Still. His entire body seems to tense, like he’s listening differently now, closer.

I go on.

“These last two years… I’ve come to understand what this thing between us is. I know it started as a contract. We told ourselves that. But…”

My voice trembles. I breathe through it and keep going.

“I broke the rules. I started to care. And then it became something else. Something real. Love. The kind that’s terrifying. The kind that keeps me up at night because I can’t shut it off.”

He turns his face toward me. I search his expression, desperate to read him, but he’s a wall—calm on the surface, unreadable. And it makes my pulse spike.

Still, I push forward.

“I love you, Alexander. I’ve loved you for so long. And now it’s like… fate confirmed it. Everything I’ve been feeling… everything I tried to bury… it’s real.”

Silence.

His stare holds mine, but there’s no softness in it. There’s something sharp in his eyes. Cold.

And then he moves.

Without a word, he sits up and climbs out of the bed.

I blink, frozen for a beat. My mind goes blank, like I’ve just been dropped into a different room and nothing makes sense anymore.

He picks up his clothes. Starts putting them on. Fast. Harsh. His movements clipped, angry.

I feel the panic start to rise, crawling up my throat. The lump forming, the heat in my chest.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” I ask. My voice is quiet, but it feels like a scream inside me. “You feel what I….”

“Stop.”

The word slams into me.

He doesn’t look at me. Just buttons his shirt, eyes on the floor, jaw locked.

I stare at him, breath caught in my chest.

“Just… stop fucking talking.”

The words hit like ice water. My lips part, but nothing comes out. Everything inside me goes still.

His eyes finally meet mine, and they’re like stone.

“Whatever you feel doesn’t change a damn thing,” he spits. His voice sharp. Final.

“Alexander, I…” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. His name is the only thing I can hold on to. It tumbles out, broken.

But he cuts me off again.

“I said stop. Fucking. Talking.”

Each word is like a blow.

“You don’t get it, do you?”.

He’s furious. And I don’t get why. I honestly don’t. Nothing makes sense right now. His face is twisted in anger, his eyes hard and cold, his whole body vibrating with this rage that feels so… wrong.

“I was clear,” he says, jabbing his words at me like knives. “I told you. I didn’t sugarcoat shit. This is a contract marriage. That’s what it always was. That’s all it was ever going to be.”

The words hit like pins to the chest. Like he’s taken a handful and just thrown them straight at my heart.

And it’s not just what he’s saying—it’s how he’s saying it. Like none of it matters. Like the thing clawing at my chest, this pull, this bond that feels like it’s tying me to him—like that’s just… nothing.

“But… the bond,” I whisper, barely able to speak past the ache in my throat. “I feel—”

“I don’t give a damn what you feel!” he yells, his voice booming, wild, like he’s barely holding himself together. He throws his arm out, waving me off like my words are trash in the air.

“I don’t give a damn what you feel, and I sure as hell don’t give a damn about any bond.”

My chest feels tight, my eyes feel hot, and I think I might actually be shaking.

He stands there, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling fast, like he just ran through fire.

And then he turns.

Just like that.

He walks out of the room.

The sound of the door slamming behind him feels like the final nail in something I didn’t even realize was dying until just now.

I just sit there, motionless on the bed.. My chest feels like it’s sinking. Confusion rips through me, but more than that, more than anything, I am completely shattered.