The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 509

Ares

I had waited for this moment for four long years.

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This exact night, driving toward the private airport to pick Viviana up. I had imagined excitement, hunger, anticipation. Instead, something dense and heavy sat in my chest, pressing down with every mile.

I drove on, eyes fixed on the road, forcing myself to stay steady.

They had refused me at first, until I invoked my rights, the law. Frost. That name carried weight. Law- abiding to the bone. They couldn’t ignore it, no matter how much they despised me.

They let me in.

Snow had turned her back on me, but in that hospital bed she looked fragile. Beautiful. Innocent. Exactly the way I loved her. Soft, untouched by the world. If only she had allowed a single glance, a brush of skin, anything.

I swallowed hard and tightened my jaw as my phone buzzed again.

For a second, I thought it was Viviana. Instead, it was Rusi.

My lawyer.

I’d sent him to deliver a message to Kashi Frost. His text confirmed it had been done. Kashi, a lawyer himself, understood the implication.

I was still Snow’s husband. Whether they liked it or not

I lingered in that thought until my car rolled into the private airport’s reserved pa scanned the waiting crowd.

pped out and

I didn’t have to search long before I saw her and The momen her eyes met mine, everything else disappeared.

Viviana Mooncrest.

Long, straight hair flowing down her waist, Tall, slender, striking. Her beauty was different from Snow’s, and choosing between them would break a man’s mind but this woman was my first love. She had always

been.

She moved toward me, pulling her travel bag behind her, and stopped just inches away. Her gaze searched my face, then she smiled.

That smile.

Deceptive. Dangerous.

She handed me her bag and walked past me into the car like she belonged there. I snapped back to reality, loaded the luggage into the trunk, then slid behind the wheel and drove off.

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Chapter 509

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I was Ares Bani.

Media watched my every move. Public affection was off–limits, especially with Snow’s sister. One wrong image could destroy more than business.

The ride was silent.

Her perfume filled the car, soft and intoxicating. She leaned back, eyes on the window, composed and unreadable.

At long last, I pulled into my house and parked the car in the front. Gently, I finally turned to her, unable to wrap my head around the fact that she was truly here, sitting beside me, real and within reach.

“I thought you’d come greet me with a banquet of flowers,” she finally broke the silence, looking at me with those full hazel eyes, and I went completely silent. “Why? You don’t think I’d accept it?”

That voice, those eyes… everything about her… and her lips. My gaze slowly drifted down to her soft, full lips, and the world around us blurred into nothing.

I leaned in slowly, pressing mine against hers, and she kissed me back immediately, as though she had been waiting for that exact movement, craving it just as fiercely.

I cupped her cheek with one hand, savoring the warmth and softness of her lips against mine, tasting her deeply as the kiss intensified, growing hungry and desperate.

My other hand moved instinctively, yanking down the thin strap of her dress, exposing the smooth curve of her shoulder.

I trailed my lips downward, kissing the delicate nape of her neck, sucking lightly lower toward the swell of her breasts until she pulled back just enough for me to

skin, moving

gged breath.

“Calm,” she whispered softly, her voice low and sultry, dripping with raw desire. “I’m yours tonight. No need to rush.”

With that, she opened the car door and alighted, her hips swaying as she walked toward the house.

I swallowed hard, the realization hitting me like a punch. How painfully hard I was for her, my cock throbbing insistently against my trousers from that mere kiss alone.

Snow had never done this to me. I had kissed her briefly a few times over the years, and it had never ignited this fire, never made my body ache with this uncontrollable need.

I alighted hurriedly, my pulse racing, and followed her inside. In the living room, I slowed my steps when I saw her standing in the middle, her eyes searching every single part of the space, taking it all in until her gaze shifted and finally stopped on the wall frame.

My wedding picture with Snow.

Oddly enough, I hadn’t had the heart to take down our pictures yet, but watching Viviana stare at it now, a shadow crossing her perfect features, I began to regret it deeply.

Slowly, she turned to me, and her eyes met mine.

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