Page 100 of Alpha's Forbidden Fate

She looks away, a hint of shame in her eyes. “I’m trying to feed less,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “The blood bags are so few now.”

I don’t know if I should say more, but I have to.

If she is not healing enough, then she is in even more danger if she is attacked.

It’s not right.

“Follow me.”

She looks up at me. “Where?”

I take Selene’s hand and lead her into the kitchen. “Why are we here?” she asks curiously.

I turn to face her, my gaze softening as I search for the right words. “I want to believe that you would not hurt humans, but there’s something I don’t understand. What, or who, were you feeding on before the blood bags?” I say gently. “I know you have to have blood for sustenance, and the missing blood bags are recent, so what changed?”

Selene sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Until recently, I would feed on the blood of animals. I did, for so many years, but after Mia… After all that. I had to come up with another option. Animal blood only makes me weaker, Liam,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “And I could never bring myself to feed on people. Never.”

Her words tug at my heartstrings. “I understand,” I say softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “But there has to be another way. You need to heal faster. It is not safe for you like this.”

I watch as her eyes flicker with uncertainty. “Can you feed on me?” I ask, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

Selene’s eyes widen in surprise, her lips parting slightly. “No, Liam,” she says firmly, shaking her head. “I couldn’t.”

Without another word, I reach for a nearby knife and slice my palm, ignoring the sting of pain as I watch her reaction. Selene’s eyes widen in shock, her fangs protruding as she fights the urge to feed.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice tinged with disbelief.

“Feeding you,” I reply simply, holding out my hand to her.

Selene calls me foolish, but I can see the hunger in her eyes as she leans forward, her lips and teeth finding the cut on my palm.

I gently hold her hair in a ponytail, feeling a rush of exhilaration as she feeds.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she pulls away, her eyes meeting mine.

Her lips and teeth are smeared in blood.

Her eyes rimmed with desire.

She is spectacular.

Without hesitation, I lean in and kiss her, feeling her melt into me.

She tastes like blood and mint and her.

I deepen the kiss and our tongues begin that beautiful dance.

She moans, sucking it in deeper.

Her lips are soft against mine, her breath warm and inviting as we melt together in a silent symphony of desire. I lose myself in the taste of her. The sweetness of her kiss is intoxicating.

Mine.

With each passing moment, the intensity of our connection grows, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed. I press her against the countertop, our bodies melding together as if they were made for each other.

She is mine.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as we lose ourselves in the moment. Her passion matches mine with every fleeting second.

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