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

　　Lionel had given me information about the venue of the funeral service and though he sent me the address, I couldn’t locate it on the map and so he came and take me. The service would start by nine a.m. and he instructed me to be ready before seven-thirty a.m., so we could go on time.


　　I woke earlier than I had most days and got ready in my black square-necked gown, hat, and veil. These were my moaning attires. Aaron also woke up after a while of sleeping soundly and asked if he could come with. I told him no. I was going because Tia was my sister and I knew Betty would not be happy to see me, much less seeing him. Falling out with her because she was rude to Aaron or Zion was the last thing I wanted to do at Tia’s funeral, so I insisted he stayed home to take care of Zion.


CHAPTER 88: It doesn't get better