Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 47

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47 Chapter 47 You’re a hypocrite

47 Chapter 47 You’re a hypocrite

I stared out the car window as the dark countryside blurred past. We’d left the mansion in a rush with Elias barking orders to the betas while I packed a small bag, my hands shaking as I whispered the location of Lucy.

“I told her to wait at home for us,” I sighed.

We’d driven there in tense silence, only to find the place empty, Lucy’s scent faint and leading back toward pack lands. Elias had cursed under his breath, wheeling the SUV around without a word. Now, on the ride home, the moon hung low in the sky, casting silvery light on the winding roads, mocking the chaos of the day.

My body ached from the earlier interrogation—the insults still echoing: “Lowly omega maid,” “Ignorant whelp,” “Filthy meddler.” I’d borne it all, swallowing the humiliation like bitter medicine, but Elias’s defense had cracked something in me. Why had he stood up like that? Defied Grandpa for the first time when he was ready to marry Jessy.

What made him change his mind?

But I’m relieved that Lucy might be safe, dread of punishment, and this gnawing confusion about him. I glanced at Elias, his profile sharp in the dashboard glow, hands gripping the wheel tightly. His jaw was set, golden eyes fixed on the road, but I felt the storm beneath–turmoil mirroring my own.

Gathering my courage, I broke the silence.

“Elias… why did you do it? Stand up to Grandpa like that for me? You said everyone deserves to marry for love. That was… my words, almost exactly. So, what makes you change your mind?”

He didn’t answer immediately, the silence stretching like a taut string. Then he met my gaze briefly, his eyes flickering with accusation, raw and unguarded. The car swerved slightly as he pulled onto a shoulder, killing the engine under a canopy of oaks. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, dappling his face in shadows that hardened the lines. He turned to me fully, his presence filling the confined space, our breaths syncing through the bond despite the tension.

“You think you can just question me after what you’ve done? You think I changed my mind because of you? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? You helped Lucy flee because you wish you could do the same. Escape the bond, escape me. You’re always plotting

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to run, just like before.”

His words were accusatory, twisting my intentions into something selfish. I shook my head, vulnerability giving way to frustration, trying to make him see. But guilt gnawed at me deeper now, a sharp twist in my gut. He wasn’t entirely wrong–I had run three years ago, vanishing after the bond snapped into place, terrified of what it meant to be tied to him, to his world.

And today? Helping Lucy had felt right, but it had unleashed chaos on his family, fracturing alliances he’d worked so hard to build. What if my actions had doomed the pack? The guilt weighed heavy, making my voice tremble as I replied.

“No, Elias, that’s not it. I helped Lucy because she was trapped, just like I feel sometimes. But this isn’t about running from you–it’s about choice. You stood up today, echoed what I said. Doesn’t that mean something? We could choose too, talk without accusing each other. I don’t want to fight; I want to understand why you cage me one moment and defend me the next.”

He leaned closer, his golden eyes narrowing, the bond flaring with his anger. “Choice? You had a choice three years ago when the bond hit, and you ran. Disappeared and hid like a coward. And now? You stir up chaos in my family, help Lucy bolt, all while pretending it’s noble. It’s the same thing, you running from what we are. You are always against fate but helped Lucy to run away to find her own fate. Aren’t you a hypocrite? But you can’t escape it, Naomi. Accusing me of caging you? You’re the one who keeps trying to slip away.”

I couldn’t face him, my eyes dropping to my lap as guilt surged like a tide, drowning me. He wasn’t wrong. What I did was impulsive, reckless–disrupting a sacred ceremony, exposing fractures in his family that might never heal.

And deep down, a part of me had seen myself in Lucy, her desperation mirroring my own desire to flee the bond’s grip, the hate Elias sometimes hurled at me for reasons I didn’t fully understand. I didn’t regret helping her, she deserved happiness but the cost? The alliances shattered, the mockery the pack would face… it was on me.

“Elias, please… I know I ran back then. I was scared–the bond came out of nowhere, and I didn’t know how to handle it. But today wasn’t about escaping you. It was about giving Lucy what I wish we had, a chance without force. Can’t you see the hypocrisy in your own words? You defend choice now, but you’ve never given me one.”

He scoffed, his voice laced with bitterness, leaning back but keeping his eyes locked on

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mine, the accusation burning. “Scared? That’s your excuse? You left me to deal with the bond alone, ripping through me like fire while you hid in some dingy bar, pretending to be free. And now you lecture me on choice? You caused this mess. Grandpa is furious, the elders are questioning my leadership, and all because you couldn’t stay in your place. If you weren’t always scheming to run, maybe I’d trust you enough to give you that freedom. But you prove me right every time.”

The words cut deep, heightening the conflict between us–the bond pulling me toward him even as his accusations pushed me away. Guilt twisted sharper; I’d run, yes, and in doing so, I’d hurt him more than I realized. But his control, his blame, it fueled my own

resentment.

“You’re right. I ran, and I’m sorry for that pain. But locking me away isn’t trust, it’s fear. If you want me to stop ‘running, stop treating me like a prisoner. Today, I saw a different side of you, defending love. Why can’t that apply to us? Or is it easier to accuse me than to face whatever this bond really means?”

He shook his head, jaw clenched, refusing to yield. “Face it? I’ve faced it every day since you vanished. You inspire betrayal, Naomi, running from your alpha, from your mate. Don’t twist it into something else.”

His voice was cold, accusatory, leaving no room for my pleas, the bond aching with the divide between us. The conflict hung thick, our words building walls instead of bridges, leaving me torn between guilt for my past actions and frustration at his unyielding stance.

The ride resumed in heavy silence, his accusations lingering like a bitter aftertaste. By the time we pulled up the mansion’s gravel drive, my mind swirled with questions. Did he truly see me as just a runner, or was there more beneath his anger?

The mansion loomed dark and silent, windows glowing faintly from within. Elias

parked, his posture tense as we approached the door.

“Get out,” he muttered, hand on my lower back, a protective gesture that sent warmth through me despite everything.

The moment we entered, Lucy came running towards her. “Naomi!”

She rushed forward, enveloping me in a tearful hug, her arms tight around my shoulders. The embrace was fierce, her vanilla scent enveloping me as she trembled. “Thank you, thank you so much. I made it to the safe house, but… I couldn’t stay away. I came back on my own–realized running forever wasn’t the answer. You saved me from

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