Escaping the Alpha, Claimed in the End novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: There’s Nothing Here

Amelia’s POV

The second those words left his mouth, I made a sound I couldn’t control.

A soft, shaky whimper escaped me before I could stop it. My whole body tensed in embarrassment.

I wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened, but it had.

Heat rushed to my cheeks. Not just from fear–though that still had a grip on me–but from something else.

Something I didn’t understand and didn’t want to feel. Shame. Confusion. A strange flicker of arousal that I hated myself for.

His eyes shifted.

Gone was the cold, dead stare I’d first seen. Now, they looked focused. Like I’d caught his attention in a way that didn’t make sense.

“Mmm… oh… yes,” I said, forcing the words out. I didn’t know what I was supposed to sound like. I didn’t know what kind of act I was performing. I just knew I had to keep going if I wanted to live.

The train jolted to a stop.

Before I could think, his hand pressed hard between my thighs. My whole body froze. Then his lips brushed against my ear.

“Louder,” he whispered.

I flinched.

But I did what he said.

“Yes–ahh–please…”

The sound of heavy boots pounded outside the compartment. The door handle rattled. My pulse raced.

Then he pushed his full weight against me. Warm and solid. I could feel every inch of his body. For a moment, I couldn’t even breathe.

And then something strange happened.

It felt like a jolt–like warmth spreading from my fingertips into him the second they brushed his side. That’s when I realized -I’d touched something wet. His wound. His breath hitched. His body shuddered. A low grunt slipped from his throat, like pain and relief had hit him at once.

Was he healing?

Did I have such abilities? How-

The door swung open.

A young soldier stood in the doorway. He froze like someone had hit pause.

His eyes landed on us–me flat on my back, skirt rucked up just enough to imply the worst, him hovering over me like we’d been caught mid–sin.

The color drained from the soldier’s face–then came rushing back in full force. His ears went bright red. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something, anything, but no words came out.

He looked like he’d walked straight into a live wire.

I met his eyes, wide and glassy. My cheeks were burning. My body was still stiff beneath the stranger’s weight.

I knew we weren’t really doing anything but the shame and embarrassment that filled me could rival actual couples caught in the middle of sex.

The soldier blinked, panicked. His gaze bounced from my face to the stranger’s hand still gripping my thigh. His lips moved -but nothing came out.

“There’s… uh-” His voice cracked. “There’s nothing here,” he mumbled, stepping back like he’d touched fire.

The door slammed shut, and he was gone.

Silence fell again.

But the man didn’t move off me.

He stayed exactly where he was, heavy and still. His hand was still on my thigh. I could feel his breath against my cheek The knife wasn’t touching me anymore, but the memory of it hadn’t faded.

Chapter 2. There’s Nothing Here

I ‘should’ve fought back. Should’ve yelled. Hit him. Something.

But I was scared.

So I did the only thing left to do–I turned my head to the side, closed my eyes, and kept moaning.

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