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

　　Yes, we arrived at the church three minutes later than the time expected of the bride. Greg was already waiting at the altar for his to-be bride and at the sight of her, relief washed over his face. In the end, the wedding was a success. With the hungover headache gone, I could carry out my duties as a maid of honour and deliver.


　　We moved to the reception, the massive, well-decorated Charis Hall and Diya and Greg got to dance and play the silly couples games, which made the whole hall cheer and applaud them. They were the definition of a couple's goal and their happiness brought so much joy to me. I had watched them meet and fall in love over six years ago and seeing how much their story had come was perfect. I could only wish them the best from here.


CHAPTER 33: Out of control