Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 12

Elias, fresh from his own shower, droplets of water tracing rivulets down his sculpted chest. His dark hair was damp, slicked back haphazardly, and he wore only a pair of loose trousers slung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V of muscle that disappeared beneath the fabric. His pheromones hit me immediately–intense, dominant, like thunder rolling over a forest fire. O

It stirred something primal in me, a flicker of that heat I’d just endured, making my knees weak. He was on the phone, his back partially turned, one hand holding the device to his ear while the other rummaged through a drawer.

“…yes, bring the contract tomorrow. And make sure it’s ironclad. No loopholes.” His voice was low, authoritative, the kind that commanded packs and crushed rivals.

I froze in the doorway, my heart pounding. This was awkward. My interruption must have been obvious because he glanced over his shoulder, those cold gray eyes locking onto mine. A smirk tugged at his lips, but it wasn’t warm; it was calculating, like a predator spotting easy prey.

He didn’t hang up. Instead, he motioned me closer with a curt flick of his fingers, as if I

were a servant.

“Hold on,” he muttered into the phone, then turned his attention to me fully. In his free hand, he held a cigarette, unlit, and a lighter rested on the dresser beside a

half–buttoned shirt draped over a chair.

“Light this,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument. He extended the cigarette toward me, expecting obedience.

I hesitated, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and residual heat. Being this close to him after everything–after begging, after his mockery–made my stomach twist. But his eyes narrowed, a warning glint in them.

“Now, Naomi,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “Or do I need to remind you what happens to disobedient omegas? I can be… harsh. Very harsh.”

Fear spiked through me, sharp and cold. His hint wasn’t subtle; memories of his grip

on my neck earlier, the way he’d threatened to cage me forever, flooded back. He could do it–alphas like him had the power, the resources. I swallowed hard, stepping forward on shaky legs.

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My fingers trembled as I took the cigarette from him, placing it between his lips. He watched me intently, his pheromones spiking deliberately, wrapping around me like invisible chains. I flicked the lighter, the flame dancing as I brought it to the tip. He inhaled deeply, exhaling a plume of smoke that made me cough faintly, my eyes watering.

“Good girl,” he murmured around the cigarette, but there was no praise in it–only mockery. He picked up the shirt, shrugging it on one arm while still on the call. “Now button it. And make it quick.”

I blinked, shock rooting me in place. “While you’re… on the phone?” My voice came out small, hesitant. This felt intimate, degrading–like I was his personal attendant, not the omega he’d once claimed to care for.

He arched a brow, taking another drag. “Did I stutter? Button the shirt, Naomi. Or perhaps you’d prefer I deal with your disobedience later? Trust me, you won’t like my methods.”

Frightened, I complied, my hands fumbling with the buttons. His chest was warm under my fingertips, the faint scent of soap mingling with his natural alpha musk. Each brush of skin sent unwelcome sparks through me, reminders of how my body craved him despite everything.

He continued his call, discussing “terms” and “consequences” in vague, ominous tones, his free hand occasionally guiding mine lower on the shirt. By the time I finished, my face was burning, and he finally ended the call with a clipped, “Get it.”

He stepped back, appraising me with that cold gaze, cigarette dangling from his lips. “I can’t believe you chose a place like that. A dingy bar on the outskirts, serving drinks to leering betas and alphas? Degrading yourself, shaking your ass for tips? What were you thinking?”

Anger flared in me, hot and defensive. How did he know? During those three years on the run, I’d taken whatever work I could–waitressing in a seedy club, yes, but it was survival, not choice.

“It wasn’t like that,” I snapped, my voice stronger than I felt. “I had to eat, Elias. You think running from you left me with options?”

He laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that echoed in the room. “Options? You had me, Naomi. But no, you ran, betrayed me, helped my enemies. And for what? To sling drinks in a hole where any alpha could have claimed you? Degrading work for a

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degrading omega. If you’re so eager to sell yourself, why not sell to me instead? Be my personal whore—it’s better than that pit you chose.”

Shock hit me like a slap. Sell myself? To him? The words hung in the air, crude and cutting. My heat might have made me beg, but this was different–calculated cruelty.

“You… you can’t be serious,” I whispered, my voice trembling with outrage.

His eyes darkened, and before I could retreat, he grabbed my wrist, yanking me closer. Our bodies pressed together, his heat seeping through the towel, his pheromones overwhelming me. I could feel the hard lines of him, the evidence of his own arousal stirring despite his cold demeanor.

“Oh, I’m dead serious,” he growled, his face inches from mine. “You glare at me like I’m the villain, but let’s not forget–when you needed my body, you threw yourself at me willingly. Begging, crying, spreading your legs like a heat–drunk slut. But now that I need to blow off some steam, you’re angry? Hypocrite.”

I opened my mouth to retort–to deny it, to explain that the heat had overridden everything, that it wasn’t choice but biology–but the words died in my throat. His grip tightened, painful yet sending traitorous thrills through me. “Elias, I—”

Before I could finish, he shoved me backward with effortless strength. I stumbled as I hit the bed, sprawling across the fresh sheets. In an instant, he was on me, his weight pinning me down, knees straddling my hips, hands capturing my wrists above my head. The cigarette was gone, discarded somewhere, but his smirk remained–wicked, triumphant, his eyes gleaming with dark promise.

“Shh,” he whispered, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear. “No more talking, Naomi. You’ve said enough lies. Now, let’s see how well you beg when it’s not just your heat talking”

My breath came in ragged gasps, fear and unwanted desire warring inside me. His body was a cage, solid and unyielding, his scent enveloping me completely. The remnants of my heat flared faintly, making my core ache anew, but this wasn’t relief—it was domination.

“Get off me,” I managed, struggling futilely against his hold.

He chuckled, low and mocking. “Oh, I don’t think so. You chose this path, running away, working in that filth. Now you’ll learn what it means to be mine. Completely.” His free hand trailed down my side, tugging at the towel, exposing more skin. “Scream if

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