Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 42

42 Chapter 42 I hate you!

My chest heaved with sobs I could no longer contain, the mate bond twisting inside me like a knife, intensifying every emotion until it felt like my veins were on fire. I collapsed against a weathered stone bench hidden behind a thicket of roses.

Didn’t I hate Elias? For caging me in his mansion like a prized possession, for his cruelty–the way he’d mocked me as his enemy’s daughter, his hands rough and possessive when he claimed me that night on the sofa. His words still echoed: “Trembling like this… it’s thrilling to make my enemy tremble.”

I despised him for reducing me to moans and submission, for the bond that forced my body to crave his touch even as my mind screamed for freedom. Yet the thought of him marrying felt like a betrayal from the moon goddess herself.

Our fated connection pulsed painfully in my veins, a deep, aching throb that made my heart stutter. It was as if the goddess had woven our souls together only to mock me with this agony. He was mine, the bond whispered, a possessive roar that drowned out reason. But how could that be? I wanted escape, not ownership.

Deep down, a colder realization settled: this could be my way out. If Elias wed another, the bond might weaken, sever even–pack lore spoke of such things when fates clashed with choices. He might release me, let me flee with my secrets intact, vanish into the shadows where no alpha could claim me.

Freedom. The word should have brought relief, a spark of hope amid the pain. But it didn’t. Instead, it deepened the angst, fear of losing something I never truly had. What was wrong with me? Why did the idea of him building a life with her, touching her the way he’d touched me, repulse me to my core? Tears fell faster, my body shaking with silent sobs. I was a fool, attached to my captor, the man who’d ruined my life.

A rustle in the bushes made me freeze, my breath hitching. His scent hit me first, wrapping around me like a cloak. I wiped furiously at my eyes.

He emerged from the shadows, moonlight highlighting the sharp lines of his face, his golden eyes glowing faintly with that predatory intensity. Suspicion lingered in his gaze, but there was something else–concern? His alpha instincts radiated through the bond, urging him to protect, to soothe the distress he felt echoing from me.

“Naomi,” he said, his voice a mix of teasing and genuine worry. He approached me

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slowly, his boots crunching on the gravel path, stopping just close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “What’s got you hiding out here? Wait, did you

cry?”

I stayed silent but my tears betrayed me, spilling anew, and I hated how vulnerable I felt under his scrutiny. The bond makes it hard to breathe. Why did he have to follow? To see me like this?

“Come on, say something.” His hand reached out, hesitating before gently tilting my chin up. The touch was electric, igniting my every nerve. Our breaths mingled in the cool air, his warm and steady, mine shaky and ragged. Up close, his scent was overwhelming, enveloping me, making my pulse race. I could see the stubble on his jaw, the way his eyes searched mine, conflicted and drawn to my vulnerability despite the betrayals tied to my bloodline. “Is this about… the proposal? My potential marriage? Are those tears because you’re sad I’ll be off the market?”

The teasing lilt in his voice stung, but the genuine concern beneath it, the way his thumb brushed my cheek, wiping away a tear sent more sparks skittering across my skin. Our faces were inches apart, his breath fanning my lips, hot and inviting. The closeness was intoxicating, the bond heating my blood, making me hyperaware of every point of contact: his fingers under my chin, firm yet tender, his knee brushing my leg as he leaned in. I wanted to lean into him, let the warmth chase away the pain, but defiance surged.

I met his gaze with fire in my eyes, despite the hurt.

“I don’t care who you marry,” I insisted, the words tasting like lies on my tongue, stinging my heart. They came out sharper than intended, laced with pain I couldn’t hide. Our breaths synced for a moment, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with mine, the heat between us building like a storm. “Once you do… will you let me go? Finally free me from this?”

His expression changed instantly, darkening, intensity flaring in those golden depths. He pulled me closer in one fluid motion, his hands sliding to my waist, fingers digging in possessively. The pinch was sharp, a delicious sting that sent jolts through the bond, heat pooling low in my belly.

Our bodies pressed together now, his hard chest against my softer one, breaths mingling hot and fast. I could feel his heartbeat thundering in sync with mine, the air charged with electricity.

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“Whether I marry someone or not,” he said seriously, his lips brushing my ear as he leaned in, “it changes nothing. You’re my mate. You belong to me”

“Ah!” His fingers tightened, pinching my waist again, pulling a gasp from my lips, the touch sending waves of fire through my veins. Our faces were so close, breaths intertwining, his exhales warm against my skin, making me dizzy. “We have a legal contract, remember? I won’t let you run away. Ever.”

“Why do you hurt me so much?” I cried, hands fisting his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin beneath. Our closeness was overwhelming, his body heat seeping into me, breaths shallow and shared, the bond amplifying every sensation until it was hard to think. “Do you enjoy it? Torturing me like this?”

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