Page 28 of Her Destined Alpha
The deadly auras that filled the air made me look up sharply. Oh, he sure asked for it. Lola and Rose were both staring murderously at him, and even Chris gulped.
“Look, ladies… I didn’t mean- ow!”
Lola lunged at him, dropping the tray that, luckily, a glowering Rose caught. He dived, rushing for the door and banging his shoulder in the process as he ran for his life.Serves him right.The door shut with an ominous thud, and I had a feeling Chris was going to pay for that comment. I smirked, shaking my head as I looked back down at Delsanra.
Wake up, Kitten, I’m sure you’ll learn to love my friends... to see that we’re not all as bad as you think.
I kissed her hand once more before I decided to put a shirt on. I didn’t want her to wake up and get upset. I sat down on the bed again and took hold of her hand once more, resting it against my chest and turning off the lamp as I leaned against the headboard, half sitting. I stroked her hair, hoping she felt better soon.
Fresh Temptation
Delsanra
The pain was gone… I felt at ease. Warmth enveloped me, and I was at peace. I had never felt so comforted in my life. Was that it? Did I die? My stomach fluttered as I tried to move my heavy eyelids to see where I was. I frowned, cracking them open a little. With a sudden rush, the splitting headache, the pain in my body and bones screamed loudly. I flinched.
I definitely was not dead.
Trying to reach for my head, I realised my hand was trapped.
I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was the six-pack of a Greek god peeking out from a t-shirt that had ridden up. My heart thundered as I took in the situation. I was all warm and cocooned in the blanket whilst… Rayhan was sitting on top of it, asleep. His head was resting against the headboard, his shoulder-length, soft, black curls falling in front of his face. One of his hands was resting on my head, the other held one of my hands captive against his chest. His chest rose and fell steadily, his muscles stretching against the fabric of the t-shirt. He was even more perfect up close than he was from afar.
A dull ache throbbed within me as I yanked my hand away. Everything from the previous night rushed back.How did I get here?I jolted up, realising I was wearing an oversized shirt. His shirt…
His eyes opened. He looked at me before looking down at himself and getting off the bed.
Had he followed me to the graveyard? Obviously.
“Why am I here?”
“You were out cold. I didn’t want you to get ill.” His sexy voice was thick with sleep, making my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t deal with it.
“It didn’t matter if I got ill,” I said, wincing at how croaky my voice came out. My entire throat was parched.
“I’ll get you something to drink,” he offered, moving away from the bed and going to the door, exiting swiftly.
I frowned. He was acting as if I was something that was about to go off. A sliver of guilt filled me. He had every right to act like that. I constantly told him I didn’t want him anywhere near me… and after showing him that memory, I had hoped he’d understood. But did understanding mean letting me leave? No. He seemed to have understood I needed space, but he wasn’t backing off.
I sighed deeply, looking around the large room. It was what dreams were made of. Everything in it was like one of those billionaire fantasies. The floor was a plush carpet that I itched to walk on. On top of the carpet was a silk shimmering teal rug. The walls were painted a soft beige, and the ceiling was covered in spotlights. There was a huge TV on the far wall and a wall of wardrobes.
The bed itself was large enough to hold several people. The covers were made of a rich deep teal Egyptian cotton. I ran my fingers along the pattern. I’d never experience this luxury again. My first and last time.
What would it feel like to sleep in this bed every day? To watch TV and eat lots and lots? Heavenly. The only nightmare in this fantasy was the werewolf alpha, in the form of a sizzling, handsome male. I shuddered at the thought, coming back to reality with a brutal slap.
I pushed the blanket off, looking down at the large T-shirt. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if he had changed me. My cheeks burned at the thought, but then again, I was disgusting. If he didn’t think that first, he’d surely think that after seeing me. Did it repulse him? I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling extremely self-conscious. I didn’t care either way.
What do I do now?I looked towards the large window, realising we were high up. Great, there was no way for me to leave. Would he kindly let me go if I asked?
I got off the bed, groaning at the pain in my body. My vision spun slightly, and I placed a hand to my head. I wasn’t well at all…Just great.
I spotted my dirty, muddy suitcase standing in the corner and realised he must have brought it; it had left a stain on the carpet too. I walked over to it, my legs feeling so much heavier than normal, and dropped to my knees as I gingerly opened the suitcase, glad it was waterproof and everything inside was dry.
I wasn’t wearing anything but his shirt. I took out some panties and leggings and put them on quickly. I had just grabbed a bra when the door opened, and I quickly hid it behind my back. His eyes ran over me, and I saw a hint of a smile on his lips. I frowned.
“What are you smirking at?”
“Nothing at all, glad to see you up,” he replied with one of those deadly smiles.
I noticed the tray in his hand held some toast, some pastries, a mug of steaming coffee, and a glass of juice. I wondered how he got toast so quickly. The smell alone was making my stomach rumble.
