Page 33 of The Alpha Wolf's Bullied Bride

“If you hate me so much, Alpha Flynn, why don’t you just throw me out of this pack?” she grates out valiantly, sharp beads of blue piercing my vision and blurring it, sending me over the edge of my sanity.

“I have a better idea,” I grunt, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her forward. I crush my lips to hers with a force to be reckoned with, a force to reinstate my dominance as the Alpha of the pack when I’m clearly losing my mind.

I shouldn’t be this weak, caving in and exploring why I cannot be away from her. But it’s as if her lips carry a lifeforce that has me clambering for more, fervently kissing her lips in search of the answers.

All I can find is that I’m no longer weak. I feel stronger than ever, my hands finding purchase on her hips to pull her flush against my body. Her supple, ample curves mold to my hard frame, a stark contrast, but one that feels like a perfect fit. When she moans into the kiss, it’s the epitome of the lifeforce I crave, and I drink it in as if it’s my only source of sustenance.

“Mate…”my inner wolf hums, snapping me from the moment to abruptly break the kiss. I stare dubiously at Lila’s flushed face, my brows furrowing as I attempt to center my mind and thoughts again.

Of course, she’s my mate. That’s what my inner wolf chose for me. Lila breathes heavily, her chest rising and fallingunsteadily as the mounds of her breasts threaten to break free from the towel.

“You have to stop this, Flynn,” she pleads, her bottom lip trembling and swollen from the hungry kiss. She tries wriggling free from my arms, but I clutch her more tightly.

“I don’t need to stop anything, Lila,” I say with a rumble that reverberates in my chest. A sound so primal, it’s energized by my inner wolf—that inner voice and inner power that I stop fighting. How can I, when feral desire courses through my veins and gives strength to my manhood?

My baser urges win, my inner wolf taking the reins and leaving no space for logic.

“You are my mate, and I am your Alpha. I can do as I please.”

Chapter 11 - Lila

I bat my eyelids in disbelief, staring at Flynn as if he’s gone mad. He’s crazy, once again going from icy cold to as fiery as a furnace in a split second.

So have I, intoxicated by the addicting effect of his minty kisses and the way his large, strong hands grip my waist possessively.

There’s a feral glint in his eyes, dark now with ravenous lust. The towel hugging my body does little to protect me from his radiating presence, or from the rigidness of his manhood that swells against my belly.

I press my knees together when I feel warmth ooze from my core and slip down my inner thighs. A shiver passes through me, shuddering my body into pliancy against his hard frame. He doesn’t stop staring fiercely into my eyes, a brow raised expectantly in anticipation of more resistance from me.

I wish I had the strength to fight him, to hold those walls that I built high enough and keep him out so I wouldn’t have to feel so weak. Without a wolf, I feel so defenseless against him, against his contradictory behavior changing with at a flip of an imaginary switch. I’m vulnerable to face the feelings I’ve buried away, feelings that I've tried to convince myself that he doesn't deserve.

Right now, none of that matters. It’s almost as if what happened two years ago is wiped from existence, leaving behind only the remnants of those emotions I felt when I saw his reflection on the surface of the shallow body of water. The sensations I felt then return now, my fingers tingling, my ears ringing, and my heart racing as if reaching out for his.

I’m practically melting toward him, an unseen force magnetizing me forward as my eyes flutter closed. I’m inebriated by this moment, my last-ditch attempt to fight the inevitable surrender the only reason I murmur, “I can’t stand you, Flynn…I hate you…”

“I know,” he drawls, his voice dark and brooding as he hitches a hand beneath the edge of the towel where it hangs over my breasts. “But you want me, nonetheless,” he purrs as he rips the towel from my body, leaving me fully exposed in front of him.

Instinctively, my hands fly up to cover my bare breasts, my breath hitching in my throat when he groans and stares at my naked body, with all its voluptuous curves and rolls that I’m not particularly proud of, but Flynn’s eyes sparkle with marveling wonder.

“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, ogling me with a clenched jaw and lust darkening his eyes. A small frown grows on his face when he spots the remnants of the burn marks from the accident with Cynthia. His eyes flicker back to mine, sending a shiver down my spine.

It’s not as if it’s true concern that contorts his face. He must be revolted by the appearance of the ghastly scars that haven’t healed fully, even as he reaches out and touches the nasty abrasion on the top of my right breast.

“What happened?” he asks with the frown still tugging his brows.

I shrug, bashfully turning my face away as heat crawls up my cheeks. “Nothing,” I say, not seeing the need to tell him the truth.

It’s not like it matters now, anyway.

Flynn hooks a finger under my chin, shaking his head slowly and stepping forward. I can’t tell if he’s disgusted by the horrid burn marks, but he grabs the back of my neck to pull me in for a ravenous kiss.

It doesn’t matter when he’s consumed by lust. Even I lose the cloak of shame when his kisses are so hungry, allowing myself to ease into the promises of pleasure.

Flynn greedily devours my lips, primal groans vibrating down my throat as he walks me backward. When the backs of my knees hit the bed, he abruptly breaks the kiss and pushes me onto the bed with the gentle but firm force of his hands on my shoulders. I gulp as I lie down in surrender, legs draped over the edge of the bed, my thighs falling open naturally.

My breathing staggers in my throat as I witness the Alpha become possessed by lust that consumes his eyes and turns them devilish as he rakes his gaze down my body. With a long inhale, he breathes in the scent in the air when his eyes settle on the apex of my thighs, another animalistic rumble permeating from his chest.

Flynn bites his bottom lip when he meets my eyes again, shaking his head in disbelief. “You have to stop me,” he practically pleads, face contorting with the strain of fighting his instincts.

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