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 stopped by the bookstore to get Zion a few new books since we were all done with the bedtime stories we had at home. Last week, he asked if I was about to read him the ninja turtle where the short, bad guy got caught in the end.


　　I didn’t need another clue to know he was tired of the always-repeated story already.


　　I made plans to branch out at the bookstore today before going home. I would get four new storybooks for now and once they get exhausted, I would go for another.


　　“Good evening, ma’am,” the older lady behind the counter spoke at my entrance into the bookstore, her eyes staying on me.


　　I flashed a bright smile. “Good evening.” I moved over to the counter where she stood behind and placed my hands on it.


　　“What can I get you?” the polite lady asked.


　　“I need at least four intriguing story books for a five-year-old boy.”


　　Her brow rose in interest. “Ah, the ever-curious five-year-old boys, eh?”


CHAPTER 70: What's real and what's not