Chapter 0228
Seraphina
Alpha Ryan will contact Alpha Alexander to inform him the Rogue is dead. He might have already made the call before we even departed Crestwood City.
It would completely expose my and Julian’s cover. I specifically told him and Athena that I hadn’t seen Julian for months. But it will be worth the risk. His death should throw them into confusion.
Perhaps I could spin this. Make Athena and her mate believe I did it for them. Convince them it was a gesture to earn their trust. They would be absolute fools to fall for it. Yet sometimes, the simplest plans work best. I just need to get close enough to completely shatter her world.
“I still can’t believe you just shot him.” Julian is muttering, more to himself than to me. His dark eyes fix on me. “He can’t heal from that? Come back?”
“No one comes back when their brains are blown out the back of their skull.” I smile. The thought always brings me immense satisfaction.
He sets my dinner down in front of me and slides into the chair opposite. “Do you always use a gun? It’s just… firearms are rarely used within packs.”
“I don’t belong to a pack. The gun is a last resort.” I add. “I prefer to slice them apart. Tear them to pieces. But Rogues anticipate that.”
He falls silent, shoving roast chicken into his mouth. We truly came from different worlds. Yet he had reached a point where I simply couldn’t let him go. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Can I ask you something?” He mutters through a mouthful.
“You don’t usually hold back.”
“Why didn’t you shift? Do you ever shift? I’ve never seen your Lycan form. You’ve seen my Wolf. You know about Aspen. But I still know very little about you. Other than your impressive skill with my cock.”
“That’s more than one question.” I smirk. “But I’ll play along. There was no need for me to shift. There rarely is. I maintain better control in human form.”
“You lose control?”
“Eat your dinner.”
He pauses over his potatoes, eyeing me carefully. He chooses not to press further. He doesn’t bring it up again for the rest of the evening.
In bed, he lies with his hand resting just above my pussy. Deep snores vibrate against my neck where his face is buried.
I had never allowed anyone this close. The mere idea of having a lifelong partner always seemed like a distant dream. Or perhaps a nightmare. His questions at dinner made me realize he was getting too close. Uncovering things I never discussed. A past long buried. A past I wanted to remain buried.
Would he even understand, given what happened to his first mate? Maybe it was time to let him go.
His lips graze my neck. His hand moves further south, cupping my pussy. “Why are you still awake?” He whispers into the darkness, his breath warm on my skin. “Did I not fuck you thoroughly enough earlier?”
He slides the tip of his finger across my folds. My wetness answers for me. I part my legs slightly to give him better access. But he continues at an agonizingly slow, steady pace, stroking back and forth.
I push my hips up toward his hand. The rhythm doesn’t change.
“I want more, Seraphina.” He mutters against my neck, leaving tantalizing kisses.
“More?” I whisper back, thrown by his demand.
“I want you to be mine.” His teeth scrape my skin. I freeze. Claiming me means more than just partnership. It means a lifelong bond. Him knowing my every thought. Including my past. A past far deeper than my father abandoning my mother and me.
I slide out from under his hand. As much as I craved a good fuck, I couldn’t let him mark me.