Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 58

58 Chapter 58 No one can take your place

Elias’s pov:

The mansion’s lights welcomed me like a siren’s call as I pulled into the drive. The evening had dragged on, her subtle flirts and “accidental” tumbling into my arms nothing more than polite distractions, harmless, but utterly uninteresting.

I’d much rather have skipped the restaurant altogether, come straight home to fuck her senseless, bury the day’s frustrations in her body until she arched under me, moaning despite the resentment in her eyes.

I stepped inside, shedding my jacket on the hall rack, and the scents hit me immediately, rich, savory aromas wafting from the dining room: roasted herbs, tender meat, a hint of buttery pastry.

Curiosity drew me in, and there she was: Naomi, fussing over the table with that omega precision, her green eyes, those damned Harlan eyes, flickering up as I entered. She’d outdone herself; the spread was a feast fit for an alpha summit.

Seared lamb chops glistening with a rosemary glaze, creamy scalloped potatoes edged with golden cheese, steamed asparagus drizzled in lemon butter, and a decadent berry compote tart cooling on a sideboard. Candles flickered in crystal holders, casting warm shadows across the polished wood, and a bottle of aged scotch sat open beside my usual seat.

Her care was evident in every detail, the folded napkins, the fresh flowers from the garden arranged in a vase, her sundress hugging her curves as if she’d dressed for the

occasion.

The bond thrummed with her quiet effort, a vulnerable undercurrent amid our enmity, like she was trying to carve out something normal in our fractured dynamic,

“Elias,” she said, her voice soft but laced with that tentative hope, smoothing her apron before removing it. “You’re home. I… prepared dinner. Figured after your long day, you’d want something hearty”

She gestured to the table, a shy smile tugging at her lips, the bond echoing her anticipation, like a peace offering from captive to captor.

I paused, appreciating the gesture despite the full stomach from Jessy’s invite. The

floral trace of her scent still clung faintly to my shirt, a reminder of that clingy fall, but

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I pushed it aside.

“It looks amazing, Naomi,” I replied, stepping closer, my alpha instincts stirring at her domestic display. Enemies or not, seeing her like this,vulnerable, caring, tugged at something primal. But honesty compelled me. “Problem is, I already ate. The meeting turned into dinner,so I had to handle it there.”

Her face crumpled instantly, disappointment flooding the bond like a sudden chill, her shoulders sagging as she stared at the untouched plates. Those green eyes dimmed, hurt flashing raw and unfiltered, her lower lip trembling just enough to betray the sting.

She glanced away, fiddling with a fork, the bond pulsing with rejection,sharp, like I’d dismissed not just the food but her effort, reinforcing her status as the unwanted mate, the enemy maid. Guilt gnawed at me, not love, no; we were still locked in hate’s grip, but the bond demanded I soothe it, her pain echoing in my chest.

Noticing the depth of her hurt, I pulled out the chair and sat anyway, serving myself a modest portion despite the discomfort.

“Hey, forget that,” I said gruffly, cutting into the lamb,it was perfect, juicy and flavorful. “Can’t let this go to waste. Pass the potatoes, I’ll eat.”

She hesitated, then sat across from me, her movements stiff, picking at her own plate with forced nonchalance. The candles danced, highlighting the faint bruises on her neck, my marks from last night, a possessive reminder that thrilled me even now. But then her nostrils flared, a subtle inhale, and the bond exploded, jealousy surging like wildfire, hot and consuming, scorching through me in intense waves. Her eyes widened, glistening with sudden tears, her fork clattering softly against the plate.

She confronted me quietly, voice steady but cracking at the edges, the accusation laced with pain. “Elias… that scent on you, Who… who was it?”

The jealousy poured through the bond, fierce and unbridled, her omega instincts claiming me despite our enmity, Thrill shot through me like adrenaline, dark and satisfying, gods, I really liked it. She was jealous, possessively so, over her enemy–alpha, the man who’d ruined her life.

It confirmed her feelings ran deep, twisted roots beneath the hate, not just the bond’s curse but something rawer. Not love yet, her father’s sins a barrier I’d never fully forgive, but this? Her staking a claim thrilled the alpha in me, feeding my obsession, making me want to push her further, see how deep that fire burned.

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I set down my utensils, meeting her glistening gaze steadily, a smirk playing on my lips as the thrill bubbled.

“It’s from Jessy,” I explained calmly, watching the upset deepen in her eyes, tears threatening to spill. “Ronan’s sister, the one who came with him yesterday. Tonight’s dinner was her idea, an apology for the whole engagement fiasco. Business mostly, pack alliances, that sort of thing. Nothing more.”

I detailed it without embellishment: the neutral restaurant, the surface chatter, even her “accidental” trip into my arms, framing it as clumsy, not flirtatious. No need to fuel the flames unnecessarily, but damn, feeling that jealousy? It was addictive, proof that beneath her resentment, she saw me as hers in some twisted way.

Her upset intensified, face flushing as she absorbed it, the bond churning with deeper turmoil, jealousy laced with genuine hurt, her hands clenching the tablecloth. She pushed back her chair slightly, voice cracking with true emotion she tried to blame on

the bond.

“Of course.” she sneered, glaring at me through the sheen.

I raised a brow. “What? Jealous?”

“Why would I be? It’s not my true feelings. The bond hate the thought of any woman near you or touching you. It’s this stupid mate bond, forcing these feelings, making me crazy,” The admission cracked open, her voice wavering not just from the curse but from something deeper, an emotion she couldn’t deny, even as enemies.

The thrill deepened, my thoughts reveling in her possessiveness, fuck, yes, let her claim me like this. It confirmed the depths: not love, but a fierce attachment mirroring my own, hate twisting into obsession.

I liked it too much, the way it stroked my alpha ego, turning our enmity into a game of fire.

Leaning forward, I teased her gently, green eyes locked on mine. “Is it really just the bond, Naomi? Or is that your true heart talking, jealous over your enemy–alpha?”

I watched her reaction, the bond amplifying her turmoil, eager for more of that possessiveness.

She stammered, unable to answer at first, her blush deepening to a fiery red that spread down her neck, highlighting my marks. “I… it’s the bond. It has to be. We’re enemies, you hate me for my betrayal, I hate you for caging me. This… this isn’t real

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