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

　　Ivan spent the first hours educating Zera and Aaron on how the ritual would go, just like he had done the last two times, and it was a success in those times. They listened and Aaron always took his advice seriously because he was the wise one and looked out for their best interest.


　　Just like the name of the last ritual showed, it would be a blood ritual under the Crimson moon. It would be a unifying ritual to sync their union before the moon goddess. Their palms would be sliced open with a silver blade and as the blood flows out, they will lock hands with each other, sealing the bond faster and making them one in blood, mind, and soul.


CHAPTER 102: Clarity