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

　　A week or two weeks ago, the very thought of Aaron disappearing from our lives would have given me so much joy I would have thrown a party, but now knowing what I know, I felt like a horrible person for everything. I was a horrible person.


　　I cheated him; I cheated him of the years he could have gotten to know his son. I knew he would have given anything to be a part of Zion's life.


　　"I can't," I said with a small voice. It was the truth, I couldn't bring myself to leave. My legs felt stuck.


　　I wanted to ask many questions, but I couldn't ask why he didn't tell me of his condition because we weren't even friends, to begin with. Last I checked, I hated him. The only thing that joined us was our son, and that wasn't enough reason to open himself up to me. Besides, there was nothing I would or could have done to help.


　　"I want to be alone." he said, "please leave."


CHAPTER 44: Cards on the table