Page 29 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
I should feel embarrassed at being so vulnerable to him, but once again, I am too weak to care.As he washes my chest, the sensation increases exponentially, making it difficult for me to ignore the deep ache within myself that craves something more than this small diversion from reality provided by Dion’s touch.
When he is done bathing me, he helps me dry and dress.He then puts me in bed.It’s awkward, yet he acts like this is the most normal thing in the world.
He pads across the room, his movements as fluid and predatory as a panther.Even the fading welts on my wrists, the soreness lingering in my body, and the bitter taste of my own submission can’t overshadow the allure Dion holds.
This man had shackled me and punished me.Still, there’s a pull toward him I can’t ignore.It scares me.
My gaze travels along his muscular back, across his broad shoulders and down to the curve of his waist.
I shake my head, trying to clear the thoughts that have no right to be there.However, the memory of his touch lingers, branding me as his in the most disturbing way.When he turns around, I notice what he was getting from the guard outside.Handcuffs.My heartbeat rises and tears prick and burn my eyes.
“Going to behave now?”His voice slices through my thoughts, his eyes glinting with a sense of victory.
“I’ll be good,” I croak out, the words feeling foreign on my tongue.
“Good,” he murmurs, strutting toward the bed.The familiar sound of handcuffs jingles in his hands.But the thought of being alone, chained and vulnerable, sends an unexpected wave of panic washing over me.
“No, Dion,” I protest, “Please don’t leave me alone.”
He pauses, the cuffs dangling loosely in his grip.“You knew you’d be in trouble if caught,” he tells me.My tears roll down my cheeks, he’s still punishing me, hasn’t he enough already?“Fine, but you sleep in my room tonight.”
His room is nothing short of a palatial suite, and I find something new to look at, no matter how many times I take in the vast space.High ceilings adorned with intricate carvings, lavish, silk drapes, and a massive king-size bed with an ebony frame that’s engulfed by pillows of various shapes and sizes.
The atmosphere exudes dominance, just like Dion himself.His scent permeates the space.It’s both calming and maddening at the same time.
In one corner, a grand, wooden door leads to an equally opulent bathroom.An enormous sunken bathtub with silverclaw-foot detailing, a separate glass shower stall that’s large enough to hold a small party, and a vanity that extends across one wall, filled with an array of products.Still I refuse to look in the direction of his torture chamber.
He places me on his bed, his movements gentle, almost caring.The juxtaposition is unnerving.One moment, he’s an unforgiving Alpha, the next, he’s displaying the barest hint of tenderness.It’s disconcerting how easily he transitions between the two.
“Do you still see me as your enemy, Emery?”he questions, his voice barely a whisper.I remain silent, not trusting myself to answer truthfully.His gaze hardens, a glimmer of sadness seeping into his eyes.
A fresh wave of guilt washes over me.I despise his control over me, yet I find myself increasingly attached to this complex, dangerous man.A man who somehow managed to make me hate him just as I crave him.
In the stillness of Dion’s room, surrounded by his scent and the disquieting concern etched in his gaze, a part of me wonders if I am destined to be trapped here, never to see my brother again, never to see Grandma.Will I always be trapped by him, shackled to his side?And what of my parents?Will there be a funeral?Where do they rest?
Turning my head, I stare at the man to whom I’ve fallen prey.Despite his restful face, I know the monster that lurks barely below his surface, the man who wants to claim me tomorrow.That thought makes my heart beat faster, not knowing what his reaction will be when he realizes I won’t shift.
The conflicting emotions within me only reaffirm that I’m treading a fine line, one that could easily lead to my downfall.Even as I recognize this, I can’t seem to pull myself away.I’m tethered to him, drawn by an attachment that’s as disturbing as it is compelling.
The sound of snoring wakes me early in the morning.My eyes flutter open and I peer up at the ceiling.The room is dark still, so I know it must be super early.Turning my head, I seeDion is fast asleep still, his face restful and handsome in a way that chills me.
I take in his strong jawline and perfectly tousled hair.There’s something different about him, though; perhaps it’s his scent that has become more inviting, more tempting.I find my mouth watering at the smell of him, instincts urging me to lean closer and breathe him in.I turn my face away from him, desperate to escape the pull of his intoxicating scent.
Emery, get a grip of yourself,I mentally scold myself, pulling away sharply before doing something I’ll regret.His arm rests lazily across my waist, making my bladder ache for relief.
My gaze adjusts to the minimal light, finding the bathroom across the room.Chewing my lip, I carefully lift his arm from my waist before tiptoeing over and slipping inside.The cool, crisp air makes goosebumps rise on my arms as I stand there, feeling naked and vulnerable in his oversized shirt.After finishing my business, I debate whether or not to sneak back to my room to retrieve some clothes.Looking in his direction, I find him snoring up a storm.
“Stupid sexy Hybrid,” I grumble, hating how conflicted he makes me feel.
Glancing back at his sleeping form one last time, I clench my fists and tiptoe toward the door.
Silently, I make my way to the door and slowly open it, but just as I’m about to slip through, a strong hand shoves it closed.
“Where do you think you’re going?”Dion’s low voice rumbles in my ear, his body presses against my back.His breath skates along my neck and my heart races.
“I-I was just going to get some clothes,” I stammer.
Without a word, he turns me around, pushing me against the door.His muscular frame presses against mine, and I can feel his heart beating calmly in his chest while mine continues its frantic pace.“Did I say you could leave the room?”he questions.I shake my head.
