Chasing the rejected Luna novel Chapter 52

Sophia's POV

It was time for me to address the people of Alexander's pack. I honestly didn't know if I could do it. I had always wanted to be up there, giving speeches but it had always been a dream I knew wouldn't come true. 

How wrong I was. 

Here I was in my room, or Alexander's room rather, getting my face done for the ceremony ahead. Two days ago, Alexander and I had a conversation about who truly killed Rudolph. Although, it wasn't yet confirmed that Susan really killed him. But with the information he had been able to gather, he was confident he would be able to sway the public with what he had gathered. And for some reason, I also had faith in him. 

I was no longer mad at him. He explained to me why he behaved the way he did. But I still couldn't let go of the past, I couldn't forget it. 

It still hurts especially when I remember what he told me when he rejected me. I stifled the sigh that tried to escape my lips that had been painted with a bright red color, like that of pepper. 

It complimented my skin. I looked at the reflection and was amazed at how fast I changed. I still couldn't get over it. I knew it was somewhat childish of me but I just couldn't help it not when I am always reminded by it. 

It had been twenty minutes since the maid left me to go tell Alexander I was ready. As I stared at my reflection, my heart pounded away in my chest. Maybe it was because I would be standing in front of a huge crowd. Or it was because Alexander would be informing the pack I was his mate. 

I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't hear Alexander come in. His silky voice startled me out of it. 

"Hey," he said, breathlessly. I had to turn around to him to know why his voice sounded that way. Although I could see his reflection from the mirror in front of me, I wanted to see everything from his eyes to his toes. 

But when I turned around, my breath left me. Alexander looked…

"Gorgeous," he whispered and I blushed hard because I knew he meant it. I also knew he didn't know when the word had left his mouth. His mouth was left agape as he trailed his eyes on every exposed skin on my body. 

The skin on my neck and around my ears burned from embarrassment. His gaze was like a soft caress as it trailed from my eyes to my feet before making its way back up. 

"You don't look bad yourself," my words came out weak and breathy, in direct contrast to how I wanted it to sound. 

He smirked when he caught the look in my eyes. Hell, I couldn't help it. He was putting on a blue tuxedo which highlighted his massive frame, with bulging muscles and lean legs. 

While my eyes trailed down all of him, it lingered just below his waist where I noticed a little bulge. Dirty pig. I cursed in my mind. Although it warmed me greatly that setting his eyes on me could bring such a reaction. 

"Ready?" He asked me and I nodded my head but still stayed in my position, my face to the ground. I had a feeling that wasn't the question at the tip of his tongue with the way he looked at me like he wanted to…

"Don't look at me that way. I might jump you which I know you wouldn't appreciate," he said like he could read my thoughts. But he was wrong somewhere. I would appreciate it if he jumped me. How nice would it be if those lips could devour mine once more? 

"Sophia," he called slowly, his voice thick with lust that was just swirling in his eyes. 

Unconsciously, I traced my eyes downward and it caught the bulge in his pants growing bigger. I wondered how big it would be if it rose to its highest point. Would it be able to fit in my hands? The last time we had sex which happened to be the first time, I didn't get a chance to see it. But from what I felt, it was massive and a whole lot more satisfying. 

A low growl made me look up and I found his eyes pitch black and I stiffened. I had been so lost in my lewd thoughts I haven't thought about what he would do with my eyes literally raping him. 

"I'm sorry," I said hurriedly while he stalked towards me but the deed was done already. As soon as he reached where I stood, his hands came around my waist while his lips met mine in a passionate kiss. 

The kiss wasn't slow and romantic. It was fast and hot like he wanted to taste all of me. I didn't struggle against him as I let him lead me, my lips moving in sync with his.

But after some time, his tempo increased and I couldn't follow up. But that didn't mean I could not feel the emotion. I was consumed by them, my knees grew weak and buckled beneath me. But Alexander was quick to tighten his hold on me. 

It was like he had predicted it. Butterflies went riot in my stomach as heat pulled in my lower belly. And when I felt I might die from lack of air, Alexander released me with a growl.