Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 9

I woke up to sunlight filtering through heavy curtains, my body a map of aches and

echoes.

It was the fifth day or at least, that’s what my foggy mind pieced together from the haze of the past few. The heat had raged for three interminable days, a brutal storm that Elias had finally quelled, not out of kindness, but out of some twisted sense of ownership.

Gods, the memory of it still sent shivers through me.

Those first hours alone had been pure torment–my core clenching in endless, empty spasms, slick soaking everything, pain like hot coals searing my insides. I’d begged, screamed, my wrists raw from the ropes, my voice breaking into sobs as his pheromones teased without relief.

Omegas weren’t built for denial; our biology demanded submission, completion, or

we’d fracture.

When he’d finally given in, it wasn’t gentle.

“Pathetic little traitor,” he’d mocked me. I’d scrawled my name through tears, the pen slipping in my slick–damp fingers, trading freedom for relief.

And relief he gave, in those three days of fevered entanglement. His knot locking inside me, easing the fire with each thrust, his pheromones flooding my senses until the pain dulled to a throb. But it came with mockery, every time.

“Beg for it, Naomi,” he’d taunt, hovering just out of reach until I whimpered. “Show me how much you need the alpha you hate.”

His touches were possessive, bruising, leaving marks on my thighs and hips that still bloomed purple now. Exhaustion had claimed me after, two days of fitful sleep, my body recovering from the ordeal. Sore muscles, tender skin, a lingering ache in my core–like I’d been stretched and remade. But the heat was gone, leaving me hollow, wrung out like a dishrag.

I felt better now, physically at least. The fire had banked to embers, my slick no longer a constant betrayal. But emotionally? I was a wreck–humiliated, trapped, resenting every second under his roof. A soft knock pulled me from the daze. The door opened, revealing a beta maid, her expression neutral, scent mild and unthreatening.

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“Miss Naomi,” she said gently, “Master Elias requests you join him for breakfast. Let me

help you prepare.”

I nodded weakly, too drained to protest. She helped me from the bed, my legs wobbling like a newborn fawn’s. The bath was a mercy–warm water soothing my bruises, her hands efficient as she washed my hair, scrubbed away the remnants of sweat and… other things. I winced as the sponge brushed a particularly sore spot on my inner thigh, a bite mark from Elias’s “help.”

“Does it hurt?” she asked, concern flickering in her eyes.

“A little,” I murmured, but it was more than that. The pain was a reminder of my vulnerability, how he’d mocked me even in intimacy.

Dressed in a simple gown–soft fabric that didn’t chafe my sensitive skin–the maid led me downstairs. The manor was opulent, all dark woods and gilded edges, a cage disguised as luxury. My stomach twisted with nerves as we entered the dining room. Elias sat at the head of the long table, impeccably dressed in a crisp shirt, his dark hair neat, those gray eyes lifting to meet mine. Handsome as ever, but cold, always so cold

now.

I avoided his gaze, sliding into the seat across from him, focusing on the spread: eggs, fruit, fresh bread. My appetite was tentative, but I forced myself to eat, the food grounding me. Silence stretched, broken only by the clink of silverware. Finally, I couldn’t hold it in.

I said, still not looking up, “I… I want to find work elsewhere. I can’t stay here idle.”

He paused, fork midway to his mouth. Then, a low chuckle that sent ice down my spine. “Work elsewhere? Oh, Naomi, that’s rich. Planning to run off to your other alpha already? The one you’ve been cheating with all this time?”

My head snapped up, heat flooding my cheeks–not from arousal, but anger. “There’s no other alpha! How many times do I have to say it?”

He leaned back, smirking, that mocking glint in his eyes. “As many as it takes for me to believe you, I suppose. But your lies are piling up, little omega. First, you deny it, then you nod yes just to manipulate me. Now this? Seeking ‘employment‘–what, as some rival’s bed warmer? You’ve got quite the talent for deception.”

I gripped my napkin, knuckles white. Gods, he was rude now, worse than before. In the past, his barbs had a edge of playfulness, a spark that hinted at care beneath the alpha

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bravado. But this? Pure venom, laced with suspicion that twisted every word I said.

“It’s not like that,” I protested, my voice steadier than I felt. Residual soreness throbbed between my legs as I shifted, a sharp reminder of the heat’s toll. “I can’t just stay here without working. I need independence. I won’t be your kept pet.”

Elias’s laugh was sharp, echoing off the walls. “Independence? From the alpha who just knotted you through your heat? How quickly you forget, Naomi. You were begging me -‘Anything, Elias, please‘–writhing like a whore in my bed. And now you want to flit off to ‘work‘? Spare me the act. You’re probably scheming with my enemies again, using that pretty face to worm your way into another pack.”

Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked them back. The emotional pain hit harder than the physical ever had—the humiliation of those days, his cold mockery turning intimacy into interrogation.

“You’re twisting everything! I signed your stupid contract because I had no choice, but that doesn’t make me your slave. I want a job, something normal. Why can’t you

understand that?”

He set his fork down with a clatter, his expression hardening. “Because I don’t trust you, that’s why. You ran three years ago, vanished that night after we… after everything. Helped my rivals, betrayed me. And now, fresh from my bed, you want to ‘seek employment elsewhere‘? It’s laughable. Pathetic, really. Omegas like you think you can play games, but you’re just pawns in the end.”

“I didn’t betray you!” I shot back, my voice rising. The argument escalated, my chest tight with frustration. “You never listen, do you? Always assuming the worst, mocking me like I’m some scheming villain.”

Elias stood abruptly, chair scraping back. His pheromones spiked–dominant, overwhelming–making my body respond instinctively with a flutter low in my belly, even now. Traitorous omega instincts. “Keep telling yourself that, Naomi. But don’t forget, you’re my legal mate now. That contract binds you. Try running, and I’ll drag you back. Every. Time.”

With that, he turned on his heel and strode out, leaving me alone with the cooling breakfast. I slumped in my chair, tears finally spilling. The pain wasn’t just the bruises anymore; it was deeper, an ache in my soul from his unrelenting cruelty. He’d helped me through the heat, yes, but at what cost?

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