Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 64

64 Chapter 64 You’ll go to university

64 Chapter 64 You’ll go to university

Naomi’s pov : 1

I stood by the kitchen window, stirring a pot of chamomile tea on the stove, the steam rising in lazy curls that carried the soothing herbal scent through the room.

The mansion was quiet tonight, save for the distant tick of the grandfather clock in the hall and the soft patter of rain against the panes. Lucy had retreated to her room earlier, buzzing about her dinner with Ronan, her cheeks were flushed when she returned home, eyes sparkling in a way that

made me smile.

She’d gushed about how gentle he was, how he called it a date and shocked her into laughter. It was sweet seeing her like that, a budding romance cutting through the pack’s heavy politics. But now, with the house settling into evening hush, my thoughts turned to Elias.

I didn’t know when it had started, this quiet contentment in waiting for him. Maybe it was after the chaos of Lucy’s engagement fiasco, when our arguments had simmered down to something more domesticated, shared meals, brief touches in passing, his golden eyes softening when he thought I wasn’t looking.

I’d fold his shirts fresh from the laundry, inhaling that pine–smoke alpha scent that clung to them, and feel a warmth bloom in my chest. It was absurd, really, me, the enemy’s daughter, the caged omega, finding peace in

this routine.

But there it was: love, sneaking in like moonlight through cracks. I loved brewing tea for his late arrivals, loved the way the bond hummed in anticipation, pulling me toward the door before his SUV even crunched on the gravel drive. Tonight, I’d added honey to his mug, just the way he liked it, strong but sweetened, like him.

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The headlights finally swept across the window, and my heart skipped. I set the spoon down, wiping my hands on my apron, a silly flutter in my stomach like I was a lovesick pup.

The front door opened with a familiar creak, and there he was, Elias,

shrugging off his rain–dampened coat, his broad shoulders filling the

entryway. His dark hair was tousled from the wind, golden eyes scanning the space until they landed on me.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he hung up his coat, that alpha confidence radiating off him.

“Waiting up like a good little omega?” he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he strode into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, eyeing the steaming mugs. “So obedient tonight. What’s the occasion?”

I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile as I handed him his tea. “Don’t flatter yourself. I was just making some for me, yours is a bonus.”

Our fingers brushed, sending a spark through the bond, warm and electric. He took a sip, humming in approval, and for a moment, it was cute, almost playful, the big bad alpha melting over honeyed chamomile, his gaze softening as he watched me over the rim.

But then a strange scent hit me which was drifting off him.

My nose twitched, omega senses sharpening, and my stomach twisted. It wasn’t the first time; lately, he’d come home with these foreign traces more often, subtle perfumes that screamed rival, fueling the insecurities I’d tried to bury. The scent belonged to Jessy.

Ronan’s sister, the polished alpha female with her perfect alliances and lingering glances. I’d overheard whispers from the betas: her visits to his office, her “casual” drop–ins. What right did I have to question him? I was the betrayer’s daughter, the one he’d caged out of vengeance and fate.

Our bond demanded exclusivity, a soul–deep claim that made my wolf whine

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in protest at the thought of sharing him. But love and insecurity warred inside me, did he seek her because I wasn’t enough?

Because my bloodline tainted everything? Tears pricked my eyes unbidden, but I blinked them back, forcing a neutral expression as I sipped my own tea.

“Long day?” I asked, voice steadier than I felt.

He set his mug down, studying me with that piercing gaze. “Productive. Come to my room later, we need to talk.”

His tone was neutral, but the bond flickered with something unreadable, making my heart clench. Was this it? A confrontation about the scents, or worse, him pulling away?

I nodded, murmuring, “Okay, ” as he headed upstairs.

Alone in the kitchen, the angst built like a storm. I paced, fingers twisting in my apron. Jessy’s scent haunted me, its everything I wasn’t. She’d been the arranged match before everything unraveled; what if he regretted defying Grandpa?

The bond pulsed with jealousy, hot and aching, leaving me torn: I loved him, deeply, foolishly, but insecurity whispered I didn’t deserve his loyalty. My father’s sins had robbed him of his parents; how could I demand his heart

without rivals?

Yet the omega in me growled, mine. He was mine. Tears slipped free now, silent and bitter, as I wiped them away. I couldn’t confront him; what right did I have? But ignoring it felt like surrender.

An hour later, I knocked on his door, nerves frayed.

“Come in,” he called, and I entered the room dimly lit by a bedside lamp, his pine–smoke scent dominating despite the faint floral trace. He sat on the edge of the bed, a folder in hand, expression serious but not angry. “Sit, ” he said, patting the space beside him.

I perched tentatively, hands clasped in my lap to hide their tremble. “What is

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