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

　　Returning to consciousness took a slow pace and bringing my body to respond to my brain was harder. My lashes fluttered, and I was on the bed in a room looking like the replica of the one I had woken up in during the weekend over five years ago. White curtains and walls, massive bed and expensive interiors. There was a cherry wood shelf close to the window on my right and a mahogany wardrobe to the left and beside it was a door I guess had to lead to the bathroom.


　　My eyes could barely keep up and my eyes and head began to ache, making me shut them briefly. I wonder what could have caused me such pain. I had no meaningful last memory that would explain the pain or my location. The last thing I remember was leaving Diya’s wedding and taking Zion home.


　　My heart skipped a little, and I feared something bad had happened to him.


CHAPTER 36: Awakening into chaos