Page 78 of Her Destined Alpha
“Oh, Cheyne, step outside with Delsanra,” Eldridge stated.
“Sure, Mother.”
“Cheyne?” Amoria stood up quickly alongside Cheyne.
“I’ll be fine alone,” I interjected firmly.
Why was I so fucking hot? I ran my hands through my hair as I walked to the door, not caring who followed and who didn’t; right then I needed the cold.
“Sit down, Amoria, we have much to discuss with your acceptance ceremony,” I heard Eldridge say.
Acceptance… which meant one day Amoria would become a high witch. I wished they did a check on a person’s personality and background before placing them in such high power. Someone as evil as Amoria… a high witch?
I walked to the kitchen, heading for the back door. What was wrong with me? I wasn’t in pain, so it couldn’t be poison…
I pushed open the door, relief flooding me when I felt the blistering cold hit me like a wave of relief the moment I stepped outside, but it did little for the fire that was burning through me.Rayhan… The image of him shirtless skimmed through my head, and the urge to find him consumed me. Remembering our kiss, my burning core throbbed with a need. Wait… was I-
“Delsanra!” Cheyne’s voice came. He grabbed my waist as I almost stumbled when he called me. “Careful there…”
“I’m fine…” I said, pushing his hands off of me.
I belonged to Rayhan… yes, he was the only one who could touch me. Where was he? The daze that was settling over me was filling my head with alarm bells. Something was wrong with me.
“Go away, please,” I murmured.
“Let’s go for a walk... you’ll feel better,” he replied. I turned to look at him. His face was slightly hazy, his black hair, his dark eyes. If you partially closed your eyes, you’d think it was Rayhan…
“No… go inside,” I said, trying to tug free, only for him to pull me against him.
“You’ve grown to become rather beautiful... you’re anything but darkness tonight…” he whispered. I frowned, pushing at his chest.
“Okay, whatever, now let go of me,” I murmured.
“What’s the rush, sweetheart?” His hands ran down my waist, and despite the heat in my body, the chilling reminder that I didn’t want him touching me came to the forefront of my mind.
“I said to let go!” I shouted weakly, struggling in his hold. It did nothing but make something hard press against my stomach, making me feel sick.
“Keep struggling... you’re only making me hotter, sweetheart.”
I felt a flare of my power rage within me, and for a moment, the fog in my mind cleared a little. I shoved him back with all my might, but he didn’t budge. He looked confused. His eyes were hooded, and the look in them… I had seen it before far too many times. It was the same look I saw in Horace’s, Dawson’s, and in the eyes of the leader of those werewolves…
The last one made me shiver in disgust.
“Cheyne, let go of me,” I spoke with all the strength I could muster, but my voice sounded weak.
“Delsanra, this is home for you now. You know, my family wants me to settle down soon… I thought it was with Amoria until now, but after seeing you… I realised I was wrong.” His voice was low, and it made me shiver in disgust. My back hit something hard behind me as I tried to move away from him.
“Back off, Cheyne!” I struggled against him, feeling suffocated, the fear settling in once again.
“Stop struggling, Delsanra.” His words were raspy as he crushed his entire body against me. My heart was thundering as I tried to pull free.
“Let go! Please!”
I gasped when he grabbed my jaw. His lips crashed against mine, and I froze in horror. His other hand roughly pulled up my dress as his filthy hand groped my ass.
No! No! No!
Pure fear bled into me, and my head pounded. It wasn’t the first time I was in that position. I was weak, but I was still strong enough to protect myself.
