Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 60

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60 Chapter 60 Goddess’s gift

Elias’s pov: 1

Lucy emerged triumphant with a dress in hand,soft emerald velvet, elegant cut with a subtle sheen. “Try this on, Naomi. It’ll look amazing on you!”

Naomi stared at it like it might bite her, hesitation written in every line of her body.

“Lucy,”

“Just try,” Lucy pleaded, shoving it toward her with that infectious grin. “For me?”

Naomi glanced at me, seeking… what? Permission? Reassurance? I gave her a small nod, voice low. “Go on.”

Reluctantly, she disappeared into the fitting room, the curtain swishing shut behind her. I leaned against a nearby display, arms crossed, feigning indifference while my thoughts raced. This was the apology, letting her indulge, providing without strings. But deeper, it was claim: mine to care for, even if she fought it.

When she stepped out, everything in me went still. The dress clung to her in a way that felt dangerous,not obscene, but devastatingly right. The emerald hue brought out the warmth in her skin, making it glow like polished ivory under the boutique’s lights.

The fabric hugged her curves with precision, accentuating the swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, the subtle rise of her chest where my marks from nights past had faded but not forgotten. Her dark hair cascaded over bare shoulders like a raven’s wing against velvet night, framing her face, those full lips parted in uncertainty, emerald eyes flashing with defiance and vulnerability.

Beauty that hits like a punch to the gut: elegant yet fierce, soft yet unbreakable. Desire darkened my gaze, coiling low and hot, my alpha instincts growling to pull her close, shield her from every wandering eye, Gods, she was sexy, irresistibly so, the dress transforming her from captive omega to something regal, untouchable except by me.

She shifted nervously under our stares, tugging at the hem. “It’s too much, isn’t it? Feels… extravagant.”

Lucy made a triumphant sound, clapping her hands. “Oh my god, yes! You look stunning!”

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to work through the haze of want.

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“Turn around,” I said, the words rougher than intended, laced with that possessive edge.

Naomi blinked, surprise flickering. “What?”

“Turn around,” I repeated, gentler this time, but the command lingered.

She did, slowly, the fabric swaying with her movement, and the sight nearly unraveled me. The back dipped low, exposing the graceful line of her spine, the dress flowing like liquid over her form. Thoughts flooded: how it would feel to trace that curve with my fingers, to peel it off her in the dim light of our room, turning hate into heat.

Enemy or not, she ignited something primal, desire not just for her body, but for this version of her, adorned and confident. Jessy’s call from earlier? A distant echo, irrelevant. All I saw was Naomi, mine in ways the bond demanded I acknowledge.

“Elias?” she asked softly, turning back, her voice pulling me from the reverie.

I cleared my throat, meeting her eyes. “It suits you. Keep it on, try the next one over it if you want.”

Her cheeks warmed, a blush creeping up her neck that only heightened her beauty. “I can’t afford this, Elias.”

“You don’t have to,” I said immediately, voice firm. “It’s on me.”

Lucy was already handing her another dress, a crimson silk number with a daring slit. “This one next! Red on you? Killer.”

Naomi looked overwhelmed, protesting softly. “Lucy, really, I don’t need all this.”

But she went back in, and each subsequent reveal deepened the torment. The red dress was sinful, flowing over her like liquid fire, the slit revealing a glimpse of toned thigh that made my pulse thunder. Her beauty amplified: curves begging to be traced, eyes smoldering with reluctant protest, that vulnerable blush making her look both innocent and intoxicating.

Then a navy wool coat, tailored to perfection, wrapping her in elegance that screamed protection,mine to provide. Desire coiled tighter with every emergence, my eyes darkening, thoughts tangled in want. I couldn’t speak of Jessy, couldn’t think of anything but Naomi,sexy, breathtaking, stirring urges I fought to contain in public.

She tried to argue after the fourth piece, a cashmere sweater dress that hugged her like a second skin. “Elias, no, this is extravagant. I don’t deserve,”

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“You’ll need warm clothes,” I interrupted calmly, standing to hand the sales associate

my card, the pile of selections growing. “Winter’s harsh; I won’t have you freezing. And you do deserve it.”

Naomi’s protests faded into quiet acceptance, her eyes soft and confused as she watched me pay.

“Thank you,” she murmured later, the bond flickering with reluctant warmth.

After the shopping, we went to a fancy restaurant perched atop one of the city’s skyscrapers for dinner. We were seated at a corner table by floor–to–ceiling windows, candlelight flickering in crystal holders, casting golden hues across the white tablecloth.

The atmosphere was undeniably romantic, soft jazz murmuring from hidden speakers, the scent of truffle risotto and aged steak mingling with the crisp night air seeping through vents.

Lucy chattered away about Ronan, her crush evident in every giggle, while Naomi sat across from me in the new emerald dress, its fabric catching the light like jewels.

She ate slowly, savoring a bite of her salmon, her fork pausing as she gazed out the

window.

“This view is beautiful,” she said softly, the city lights reflecting in her eyes, making them glow with a quiet wonder.

“It is,” I agreed, my voice low, but I wasn’t looking at the skyline. I was watching her, the way the candle flames danced shadows across her face, highlighting the curve of her cheek, the subtle part of her lips. Beauty that disarmed me, even as I reminded myself she was the enemy.

She noticed, of course, always attuned through the bond. Her gaze met mine, a small smile tugging at her mouth. “What?”

“Nothing” I replied, taking a sip of wine to cover the moment. “Just… you look peaceful here.”

She tilted her head, considering, “It’s nice. Quiet. Pass the bread? These rolls are amazing.”

I handed the basket over, our fingers brushing, a spark through the bond, brief but electric. We talked about simple things: Lucy’s dramatic store opinions “That one coat

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