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 was in a red polka-dot sundress that reached my knee and a pair of black slip-on I found in the wardrobe, which was the perfect match. I figured Aaron had gotten them for me because they fit so well. My curly hair I make into a ponytail and once done, I stared at myself in the dressing mirror one last time to make sure I looked okay. I did and now the next was waiting for Aaron to call for me.


　　Leaving gave me a bittersweet feeling. Bitter because it meant I wouldn’t have the Harts around me anymore, especially Aaron, and sweet because this was what I always wanted.


　　Not long after I finished dressing up, the male servant, Blake, came to usher me out of the room. I came downstairs for the second time in the days I’ve been here and I found the three younger Harts standing close, waiting. It warmed my heart to know that despite the chaos I caused while here; they were still here to say farewell.


CHAPTER 47: Problematic reality