Page 30 of Chained By the Alpha
“If I wanted to fuck you, I could have easily. You’re just lucky that I’m not into somnophilia with drunk girls.” My heart hammers in my chest, and I try to process what he is saying. “Stress less, I never stole your virginity,” he mocks with a roll of his eyes.
My mind races, searching for any signs that I’d had too much to drink. All I can remember is arguing with Zayn, then after that, nothing. Why don’t I remember anything after speaking with him?
I mull that over for a second. Oh, my, what does Deacon think? Did he see me leave with him? Why didn’t he stop me? My eyes move to Zayn, who is watching me. The intensity in his gaze holds me for a few seconds before a thought flickers through my head and comes out of my lips in a snarl.
“What did you do to me?”
He seems taken aback by my words.
“Did you drug me? Is this some sick revenge to get back at my father?” I accuse, outraged that he would… he would… not steal my virginity?
“You did not just accuse me of raping you!” he scoffs. I say nothing, just stare at him, not knowing what else to do. I don’t remember coming back here, I don’t remember anything after seeing him. I shake my head, only the motion makes my head pound worse, and I clutch it, regretting the action instantly.
“Why don’t I remember anything then?” I mutter, panic coursing through me. When I open my eyes, Zayn presses his hands on either side of my hips. I move away from him as he leans closer. I swallow at how close he is, his scent overwhelming my senses.
“Maybe ask Deacon that question?”
I furrow my brows, and he shoves off the bed.
“Your so-called boyfriend is great at watching over you. Someone slipped something in your drink while he was grinding against your sister on the dance floor,” he spits, anger seeping through his words.
“She is not my sister, and I told you they are—” I start to say. He cuts me off.
“Yeah, I know they’re just friends right, the kind that rub genitals together on a dance floor? I saved your ass, just in case you’re wondering. I could have left you, I…” he doesn’t finish, just shakes his head.
In the overwhelming silence following Zayn’s words, my mind races with a whirlwind of emotions. His gaze lingers on me, intense and unsettling, as if he’s trying to decipher my thoughts. The air between us is charged with a tension I can almost touch.
His proximity is disarming, the heat from his body mingling with mine. Despite my turmoil, I notice the way his muscles move under his skin, the way his eyes hold mine witha fierce intensity. It’s a dangerous dance, this push and pull between us, and I find myself both repelled and drawn to him at the same time.
I wrap my arms around myself, feeling suddenly vulnerable in the oversized shirt. “Why should I believe you? You could be making all this up just to… to get back at me for something.”
Zayn’s eyes darken, and he runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “I have no reason to lie to you, Cleo. You should be thanking me, not accusing me of lying or accusing me of… I saved you, that is all that matters.”
“Saved me how?” My voice shakes, and I fight back the tears that threaten to
spill.
“Someone slipped something in your drink,” he tells me. “I found you in the parking lot... trying to drive home,” he answers. Why would anyone drug me? And why did he care enough to help me?
I open my mouth to say something, then close it again, not knowing what to say.
“And Deacon, just let me try to drive?” I ask him.
He shrugs. “No idea. He was too busy, not dry-fucking your stepsister and his ex.”
“Stop saying that! You make it sound like he was doing something wrong!” I snap.
His eyebrows raise almost into his hairline.
“Because he is wrong! You shouldn’t be with him! You’re not his!” he snarls.
“What the heck are you talking about?” I growl back at him, and why is he getting so mad? Of course, I would assume he did something when I woke up, not remembering how I got here! Zayn sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a deep breath.
I struggle to process everything he’s saying about Deacon and Lydia. It feels like a betrayal, a wound that’s too fresh and raw. “You’re wrong,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. “Deacon wouldn’t allow someone to do that to me, and nothing is going on with him and Lydia!”
Zayn’s expression softens slightly, and he takes a tentative step closer. “Cleo, I’m just telling you what I saw. He abandoned you. I wish it weren’t true, but I can’t change the facts.”
“You have a mate out there. One that wouldn’t abandon you. Deacon isn’t yours, so I don’t get why you’re with that loser, or he would have told you, you were his mate.” He shakes his head.
