The True Alpha of Lupine (Seraphina and Ronan) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Stripped

SERAPHINA

My shirt. It was open and buttons ripped off.

I was standing practically exposed to him.

Ronan’s

‘s eyes never left me.

Not even for a heartbeat.

They lingered on the rise and fall of my chest, the smooth skin of my belly, the band of white cloth still wrapped around my breasts like a fragile barrier. His gaze roamed slowly, devouring, drinking me in as if the sight of me had quenched his day long thirst,

He wasn’t even pretending to look away.

His breathing deepened, and so did mine–my pulse drumming louder than thunder.

The more he saw me, the more I realized how I lost it to a man. For the first time in my life. Shame tried to rise in my throat. But something hotter overpowered it.

With only the rip of my buttons, he made me feel all of those things that I never experienced in my life.

Rage. Humiliation and shame.

Without thinking, I stepped forward and slapped him.

The sound cracked through the forest like thunder.

His head turned with the impact, a red mark blooming across his cheek. But he didn’t stumble. Didn’t retaliate.

My breathing became wilder and my hand hurt and burned. I had used all of my strength and put all my anger but he straightened slowly, jaw tightening–and then he smiled at me. Slowly and handsomely.

wer into

the slap

That same infuriating, arrogant smile that made my heart race for some reason. And it was enough to enrage me even more.

“Finally,” he said, eyes gleaming. “You touched me.”

I was taken aback for a moment at his insane statement. Then my hands balled into fists again, but he only stepped closer, like I’d just rewarded him instead of punished him.

“Does your hand hurt?” he asked. Another layer of shame rose within me.

“You’re disgusting.” I spat. “You tore my shirt knowing I am a woman. You are intentionally doing all of this. And now you’re enjoying it?”

“Every second of it, he shamelessly admitted.

Anger exploded within me and I drew closer to him, glaring into his eyes, “And you call yourself a man? I see what kind of man you are!”

That I will show you when I strip this disguise of yours off completely,” he inched closer to me and murmured, “I’ll enjoy it even more when you stop pretending that you don’t feel it too”

“Feel what?” Lglared hatefully

“This feeling” his fingers mononed between us, catching me off guard. This chaos between your body and mine. You think Haven’t noticed the way your breathing changes when I touch you? Or the way your wolf reacts to mine whenever we are

In my mind Pluma, who had been in the same panic, ashamed, and enraged as me, went absolutely still. Heat rushed to my neck when the memories of us flashed in my mind. The proximity and touch. That was always hard to ignore but-

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Chapter 70 Stripped

I clenched my fists and shoved away all thoughts that could make me weak..

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“The chaos between your body and mine?” 1 angrily chuckled. “It is just a normal physical reaction between man and woman. You should know better. Everything ends after a quick fuck and the chaos you are talking about is actually what a man feel towards any hole he gets his hands on,” I said in the one breath as Ronan’s expression changed with every word. “Don’t treat me like the girls you have played with. Alpha Ronan. You can rip off this shirt of mine but never my disguise. You can only

dream about it!”

Our eyes remained locked the entire time I spoke, while he never blinked, never looked away from me as if carving every line of my face into his memory. But I believe it was just a facade to cover his bruised ego, however what I did not expect was him to smile.

“Can’t rip off your disguise but still can rip off your clothes right?”

I forgot to breathe the moment he revealed his intentions and the next thing I knew, I had taken a few steps back from him at lightning speed. “If you dare do it, I will kill you, I growled, taking a fighting stance, my eyes blazing.

His smile deepened, slow and sinfully amused. “Good. Try. Because I am not stopping until I will strip you, Seraphina.”

Saying that he walked towards me, soon with his wolf’s speed.

Then get ready to die, I lunge

My fist flew toward his jaw, but he caught my wrist midair, spinning me with infuriating case. Before I could even blink, his arm was around my waist, pulling me back into his chest,

“Fast,” he murmured into my ear, “but not fast enough!”

“Don’t touch me!” I growled, yanking away and twisting to strike again.

This time my foot connected with his leg, making him stumble half a step back. I went for his shoulder next, claws almost emerging, but I stopped them. No. I wanted this to be bare. Real. Human.

I swung again, and again, and he dodged each strike like it was a dance–never countering with harm.

But he was touched..

Every defense was a caress.

A hand grazing my waist.

A palm brushing my thigh as he stepped around me.

His body pressed into mine when I tried to flip him and failed.

He trapped both my wrists above my head once, and I almost screamed–but not in fear.

“You’re the one who attacked me, remember?” he whispered, eyes burning with heat. “And Goddess, Seraphina, you’re so damn beautiful when you’re angry.”

“You call this a fight I hissed, swinging again.

He caught my hand, then slipped belund me, both arms around my waist now.

I snarled and elbowed him in the ribs, he laughed.

“I am,” he agreed. “But you’re not.” saying that he suddenly reached out and tore off my shirt entirely.

I gasped and spun around once before I found myself completely exposed to his gaze, left only in my pants and binding around my breasts.

My skin turned red with shame and it increased the way he looked at me. My nails dug in my palm as I growled under my breath.

My hands half shifted as I raised my hand towards his neck but before I could do anything in a blink I found myself caged in his arms, his lips nearly brushing my car again. “Then end me. Do it. Tear me apart. But I’ll keep touching you until you do.” I flipped, grabbed his wrist, and used all my strength to throw him–but he twisted mid–air and landed smoothly.

Then his mouth was at my neck.

I ripped away, spun, and this time slapped him again. Harder.

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