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

　　My heart doubled a beat when my eyes returned to rest on him and I found him watching me, but unlike others, he wasn't clapping; he was just watching me intently like I owed him like I took something that was his.


　　I wasn't hallucinating when I saw him at the restaurant many days ago. Seeing him here today told me what I had seen was him. He was there that afternoon, watching me like he was doing now.


　　He looked the same way he did when I had seen him at domino restaurants and also in my dream. He had longer hair length and trimmed beards unlike five years ago, but didn't look to have aged a bit since then.


　　His appearance now meant I was no longer safe with my son. Five years ago, I said goodbyes to him and thought I would never see him again, but here he was at the place I least expected.


　　This was my nightmare becoming a reality and there was nothing I could do.


CHAPTER 20: Staying afloat