He rose and moved towards me, my heart picking up its pace with every step he took. His hand stroked the side of my face, causing a tingle to rush through me and I shivered at his touch just like earlier. He leaned in and his breath fanned over my face, hot, weakening, and mind-numbing.

"You should be running, Zera," he said with a voice so raw it made me shudder against him. "The most sensible thing to do is run from someone like me." 

"I don't want to run." I stubbornly stated, worn out with his long game. It wasn't helping anyone. He wanted me, I could see that, and I wanted him too.

His nose rubbed against mine, and he moved his forehead against mine. "Oh darling, but you should. I won't be like those little boys you've been with. I won't stop when you want me to. I won't stop until I'm completely buried in your mind and soul. You will belong to me."

A Weekend With The Alpha

　　I remember the day Lionel overdosed. I came with Zion to visit, just like we had initially made plans for only to find him unconscious on the floor with a needle plunged into his arm.


　　I called the emergency line immediately to come over to the house. I didn't let Zion in, and neither did I let him see Lionel when the medic came to take him away because I feared that would leave a bad mark on him.


　　We were, fortunately, able to stabilise him and the doctors told him he had injected more dose of heroine than his system could carry. I told them he was clean, but they told me he might have stumbled back into abusing and felt too ashamed to tell me. The doctor told me if I had gotten to him later than the time I had, he wouldn't have made it.


CHAPTER 15: Rights and power