Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 16

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I stirred slowly, my body heavy and languid, every muscle aching in a way that was both satisfying and shameful. Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of Elias’s bedroom, casting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets.

I blinked against the brightness, my mind foggy from the remnants of sleep and the intense night before. Gods, what had happened? The memories flooded back in a rush -the brutal kisses, his mocking words, the way he’d claimed me with that punishing rhythm, his knot locking us together until the heat finally broke.

My cheeks burned with humiliation even as a traitorous throb pulsed between my thighs. I was still naked, my skin marked with faint bruises from his grip, the scent of cedar clinging to me like a brand.

Elias lay beside me, his massive alpha frame sprawled out, chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. In sleep, he looked almost peaceful–his sharp features softened, dark lashes fanning over his cheeks, lips slightly parted. No sneer, no cold glare. Just a

man.

But I knew better. This was the same alpha who’d called me a traitor, a whore, who’d fucked me like I was nothing more than a vessel for his rage. My mate, bound by fate, yet twisted by his hatred. I despised him for it, for reducing me to this–his possession,

his slave.

I wouldn’t let him break me completely. I wouldn’t become some mindless omega, panting at his feet for scraps of affection. Silently, I vowed it to myself: I’d fight, I’d escape, no matter what it took.

Carefully, I slipped from the bed, wincing as the sheets tugged at my sore body. Slick residue still lingered between my legs, a sticky reminder of how I’d begged for him. I grabbed a robe from the chair–his, oversized and smelling of cedar–and wrapped it around myself, tiptoeing toward the door.

My bare feet padded softly on the plush carpet, and I held my breath, praying he wouldn’t wake. The door creaked faintly as I opened it, but he didn’t stir. Relief washed over me as I stepped into the hallway, closing it behind me with a soft click.

I hurried to my own room, the one he’d assigned me like a prisoner in his sprawling mansion. It was luxurious–silk sheets, a massive four–poster bed, floor–to–ceiling

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windows overlooking manicured gardens–but it felt like a gilded cage. I stripped off the robe and headed straight for the en–suite bathroom, turning the shower on full blast.

Hot water cascaded over me, steaming up the glass, and I grabbed the soap, scrubbing fiercely at my skin. I wanted to erase him–his touch, his scent, the way my body had betrayed me, arching and moaning under him.

“Get off me,” I muttered to myself, lathering my breasts where his mouth had left red marks, my thighs where his fingers had bruised. Tears mingled with the water, hot and salty, as sobs wracked my chest. How had my life come to this?

Once, I’d had freedom, a job, a life away from alpha dominance. Now, I was trapped, bound by a contract and a mate bond I hadn’t chosen. The floral pheromones that defined me as omega felt like a curse, pulling me toward him even as my mind screamed to run.

I stayed under the spray until my skin pruned, the water cooling as my tears subsided. Stepping out, I wrapped myself in a towel and stared at my reflection–puffy eyes, swollen lips, but a spark of defiance in my gaze.

“You won’t own me forever, Elias,” I whispered. I dressed quickly in simple jeans and a blouse, something practical for the day ahead. Work. I needed to get back to my job at the bar, to earn money, to plan my escape. He couldn’t keep me locked away like some trophy.

Downstairs, the kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and bacon, the staff bustling quietly. Elias was already there, seated at the massive oak table, scrolling through his phone with a mug in hand. His gray eyes flicked up as I entered, narrowing slightly. He looked impeccable–pressed shirt, hair tousled just so, but that cold edge was back, sharpening his features.

“Morning” I said neutrally, pouring myself a cup of coffee to steady my nerves. My hands trembled slightly, but I hid it, stirring in sugar with deliberate calm.

He set his phone down, leaning back in his chair. “Sit,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative, laced with that alpha rumble that made my instincts quiver. I hesitated, but complied, sliding into the seat across from him. The tension was palpable, thickening the air like our mingled scents from last night.

“You look… rested,” he said, his tone mocking, eyes roaming over me as if assessing his handiwork. “Means you’re useful again.”

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I bristled, gripping my mug tighter. “Useful? Is that all I am to you? A tool to fuck when

convenient?”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Watch your tone. You’re my mate now, my omega. And omegas stay home, safe, where they belong. No more running around in that seedy bar, flirting with drunks for tips.”

Anger flared hot in my chest, overriding the nervous knot in my stomach. “No. I won’t be your prisoner, Elias. I need to work. I have bills, a life outside this mansion. You can’t just confine me here like some… some breeding stock!”

He slammed his hand on the table, making the dishes rattle. His eyes darkened,

pheromones spiking–cedar sharp and dominant, pressing against my floral submission. “You dare defy me? After everything? You’re mine. Signed and sealed. You’ll stay home, cook, clean, warm my bed. That’s your role now. Disobey, and there will be consequences.”

I swallowed hard, fear twisting my gut, but I met his glare head–on. “Consequences? Like what–more mockery while you fuck me? Or locking me in a room? I’m not your slave, Elias. The contract said mate, not prisoner. I need independence, or I’ll go mad. Please… let me work. It’s just a night shift.”

He laughed, cold and mirthless, standing to tower over me. “Independence? From me? Your alpha? Pathetic. You think you can just waltz out there, shaking your ass for other men? No. You’ll stay put, or I’ll chain you to the bed myself. Understand?”

Tears pricked my eyes again, but I blinked them back, rising to face him. “You can’t control everything, Elias. I hate you for this–for treating me like property. But I won’t be treated like this. I’ll go to work tonight, with or without your permission.”

His face twisted in fury, veins bulging in his neck. “Try it, traitor. See what happens. You’ll beg for mercy by dawn.”

With that, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him, leaving the kitchen echoing with silence.

I sank back into my chair, heart pounding, breaths coming in shaky gasps. Gods, what had I done? Defying an alpha like him was dangerous–his possessiveness was a storm waiting to unleash. But I couldn’t back down. Work was my lifeline, my way to save money, to plot my escape. Maybe find allies, or at least a moment of freedom in the chaos of the bar.

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