Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 6
b 6: Chapter 6 I’ll cage you in my room forever
Naomi’s pov :
I woke up to a world that had narrowed to nothing but agony. My body was a furnace, every inch of skin ablaze, but the core of it—the unrelenting fire in my belly—had intensified into something monstrous.
Heat for omegas like me wasn’t just desire; it was a biological imperative gone wrong, a storm that demanded an alpha’s knot to subside. Without it, the pain built like pressure in a sealed vessel, threatening to explode. And now, with Elias’s pheromones lingering in the air from his last visit, it was worse.
So much worse. His scent clung to the room like a cruel tease—smoky cedar and raw power, close enough to tantalize my senses but utterly out of reach. It amplified everything: the throbbing ache between my legs, the slick that wouldn’t stop seeping from me, preparing my body for a claiming that wasn’t coming.
Omegas were wired to respond to their alphas’ presence; it was supposed to soothe, to draw us together. But denied? It turned into torture, like salt in an open wound, making my nerves scream for contact that never came. Every breath I took inhaled more of him, and it felt like invisible hooks pulling at my insides, stretching the pain tauter.
I had no clue how long this heat would drag on. Omegas’ cycles were unpredictable beasts—mine especially, after years of dodging them could be three days of this hell, or seven, or more if stress fed it like kindling. The uncertainty gnawed at me, almost as bad as the physical torment.
My hands were still bound tight to the bedposts, ropes chafing my wrists raw, denying me even the smallest mercy of self-touch. I couldn’t slip fingers down to my aching pussy, couldn’t rub my swollen clit to chase a fleeting release. All I could manage was squeezing my thighs together, clenching hard in a desperate bid for friction. It backfired every time, sending jolts of teasing pleasure-pain that only heightened the emptiness, making more slick gush out in humiliating waves.
The sheets were a drenched disaster beneath me, cold and clammy against my feverish skin, the fabric sticking to my ass and thighs like a second, mocking layer. Tears poured down my cheeks, hot and salty, mixing with the sweat beading on my forehead. Sobs tore from my throat.
Gods, dying would be kinder. Just let the pain swallow me whole, end this endless cycle of need and denial. I’d take oblivion over this any day.
The door swung open with a groan, and my blurred vision snapped toward it. Elias. Even in my delirium, he stole my breath—tall and imposing, his muscular frame clad in a fitted shirt that hugged his chest, his dark hair slightly disheveled as if he’d been pacing. His face was chiseled perfection, high cheekbones and a strong jaw that could make any omega weak.
But those eyes… steel-gray and frigid, like a winter storm with no end. No warmth, no pity. His pheromones crashed over me anew, stronger with his presence, wrapping around me like chains. My body reacted instantly, pussy clenching hard, slick flooding out in a fresh torrent. But he stayed by the door, out of reach, and the denial twisted the knife deeper.
Not getting what I craved from him—my mate, the one fate had bound me to—shattered something inside. He was supposed to be my protector, my relief. Instead, he loomed like the cruel monster everyone warned about alphas: heartless tyrants who reveled in control, breaking omegas for sport. The stories were true. Alphas were beasts, and Elias was the worst of them, toying with my suffering like it amused him. Yet, the heat stripped away my resolve. I couldn’t stop the words bubbling up, desperate and broken.
“Elias… please,” I whimpered, my voice cracking like brittle glass. “I’ll do anything. Anything you ask. Just help me. Make it stop. I can’t… I can’t take this anymore.”
He sauntered closer, each step measured, his boots thudding softly on the floor. That smirk crept onto his lips—not a smile, but a weapon, sharp and derisive. He stopped at the edge of the bed, towering over me, arms crossed as he raked his gaze over my bound, sweat-slicked form. I could see the mockery in his eyes, the way they lingered on the wet sheets, on my trembling thighs.
“Anything, huh?” he drawled, his voice a low, velvety rumble that vibrated through me, stoking the fire even as it teased relief. “Look at you, Naomi. Writhing like a bitch in heat—oh wait, that’s exactly what you are. Begging so prettily now. But tell me the truth this time. Do you really have an alpha? Some other knot-head you’ve been spreading for while plotting against me?”
My mind raced through the fog of pain. Deny it? Tell him the truth—that there’d been no one, that I’d suffered alone all these years? But a desperate thought flickered: What if saying yes made him let me go? Maybe he’d discard me as tainted, shove me out the door to find “my” alpha. Freedom, even if it meant enduring the heat elsewhere. Anything but this cage.
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