Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 5
Bab 5: Chapter 5 Her torment continues
Elias’s pov :
A whole day had dragged on like an eternity in this cursed manor, each hour marked by the muffled symphony of her suffering from the room next door. I sat in my study trying to drown out the sounds with the crackle of flames. But her cries pierced through the walls, desperate pleas that twisted like knives in my gut.
“Alpha… please… it hurts…” Over and over, her voice breaking into sobs that echoed my own inner turmoil.
I should have felt vindication, a sweet rush of revenge for her betrayal. After all, she’d run from me three years ago, vanished like smoke, and then that night, slipped away again, no doubt to aid my enemies. But instead of relief, all I felt was her pain.
As her mate—gods, the bond we’d shared before she shattered it. I was wired to protect, to soothe an omega in heat. Yet here I was, denying her, denying us both.
My fists clenched on the armrests, knuckles whitening. Did she really find another alpha behind my back? The thought ignited a fresh blaze of anger in my chest. We’d been destined, our scents intertwining in that perfect fated way only true mates knew. But if she’d never cared, if she’d spread her legs for some rival to spite me. Betrayal burned hotter than any heat.
I paced the room, my alpha instincts roaring to burst through that door, to claim her and end this madness. But no. She needed punishment. She needed to break, to confess why she’d turned against me.
A soft knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts. The beta maid, Lila, poked her head in, her expression neutral as always, betas didn’t feel the pull of pheromones like we did.
“Sir, what should I do about Miss Naomi’s dinner? She hasn’t eaten all day. The staff is worried, her cries… they’re getting weaker.”
I growled low in my throat, the sound more animal than man. Worried? They had no idea the war raging inside me. “Bring the food. I’ll handle it.”
She nodded and scurried off, returning minutes later with a tray: steaming broth, fresh bread, sliced fruits—simple fare for someone in her state. I snatched it from her, dismissing her with a curt wave.
The door to her room loomed before me like a gateway to temptation. I steeled myself, drawing on every ounce of cold resolve I’d cultivated as pack leader. She was the enemy now. My enemy.
The moment I pushed the door open, her pheromones slammed into me like a tidal wave of sweet, floral notes laced with desperate need, wrapping around my senses, infiltrating my lungs. The room reeked of it, her slick and sweat mingling into an intoxicating perfume that made my head spin.
My cock twitched instantly, straining against my pants, the alpha in me howling to respond. If I were any other normal alpha, less disciplined, I’d have given in by now, pinned her down, knotted her until she screamed in relief instead of agony. But I wasn’t. I was Elias, the one she’d betrayed, and I wouldn’t crumble.
I set the tray on the side table with a deliberate clatter, my eyes locking onto her. There she was, still tied to the bed as I’d left her, wrists and ankles raw from straining against the ropes. Her body glistened with sweat, the thin shift she’d worn now translucent, clinging to every curve like a second skin. She breathed heavily, chest rising and falling in ragged gasps, her full breasts heaving with each inhale, nipples pebbled and visible through the damp fabric. Her thighs were pressed together as much as the bonds allowed, slick glistening on her inner legs, pooling beneath her on the sheets.
Goddess, her pitiful face flushed a deep crimson, tears streaking her cheeks, her once-vibrant eyes now half-lidded and glassy with fever. Her lips, swollen and red from where she’d bitten them raw to stifle her cries, parted slightly as she whimpered. Strands of her dark hair stuck to her forehead and neck, matted with perspiration.
Yet, even in this wretched state, she was sexy as sin. Ravishing. Her omega body, curved and soft in all the right places, called to me like a siren’s song—hips flared invitingly, skin glowing with that heat-induced sheen that made her look like a goddess of desire. The way her body arched subtly, seeking relief that wasn’t there, only heightened the allure. Pitiful and tempting, a deadly combination that tested my limits.
I approached the bed, my boots heavy on the floor, each step a battle against the urge to touch her. Sitting on the edge, the mattress dipped under my weight, and I reached out slowly, deliberately pushing a few stray hairs from her damp face. My fingers brushed her skin, feather-light, but the contact was electric.
“Ah!” She moaned instantly, a low, throaty sound that shot straight to my groin.
VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELNew Chapters
Reading History
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate