Page 66 of The Alpha Under My Bed

He was enjoying this.

My alpha was watching me fall apart, and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.

I sucked in a desperate, shuddering breath, my eyes burning as I forced out a whisper. “S-Stop.”

I didn’t even know what I was begging for.

The vibrations cut off instantly.

The silence was worse.

I panted, my body trembling, my skin flushed and oversensitive, the lingering heat still buzzing through my veins. My pulse pounded in my throat, my muscles tensed so tight I thought I might snap.

Then, finally?—

He spoke.

“Tell me, sweetheart…”

Oh, God.

That voice.

Deep. Steady. Unshaken.

Like he had every ounce of power in this room, and I had none.

He was in complete control.

He took his time, stepping into the room with slow, deliberate movements, his head tilting just slightly. His fingers trailed up to adjust the mask, as if he were making himself more comfortable.

Like he had every intention of staying.

Like he belonged here.

My breath came in short, panicked little gasps, my body betraying me—still aching, still shaking, still wanting?—

“Do you still want him?”

My heart stopped.

The words were slow, mocking, dripping with amusement.

He took another step closer, and I pressed back into my nest, my instincts screaming at me to run, hide, submit?—

Just the weight of his presence pressing down on me like a collar around my throat.

I shook my head, fresh panic licking up my spine.

No.

No, no, no?—

The belt pulsed again.

I detonated.

Eighteen

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