The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 342

**Chapter 342: No One Can Touch Her**

**Gavin’s POV**

I had no intention of going back to that dinner. The thought of facing Levi and his incessant nonsense was unbearable. He had pushed my buttons to the point where I lost my composure in front of everyone, and now I was certain they would see me as a monster. That was a reputation I wanted to avoid at all costs.

As the dinner unfolded, I had discreetly sent a message to Beta Taylor, urging him to investigate whether Judy was truly competing. Moments later, he sent me a digital list of the competitors, and there it was—Judy’s name stood out like a beacon among the others. My fists clenched in frustration. How could she keep something as monumental as this from me?

How had she even arrived here? Did she take a commercial flight? I had my private jet; I could have brought her here myself without a second thought.

But then, I wondered—did she travel here alone? Or was she accompanied by someone?

Would she really be reckless enough to venture into a foreign country all by herself? My mind raced with a torrent of questions, and I knew I wouldn’t find peace until I had answers. I decided to take a long walk to clear my head, with my Gamma, Derek, following me at a distance, his presence a silent comfort. Derek was a master at blending into the shadows, appearing only when necessary.

Eventually, I returned to my hotel suite, shedding the formal attire I had worn for the dinner. I slipped into a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a simple T-shirt, relishing the feeling of being free from the constraints of the evening. Derek made his way to his own room; I appreciated the solitude, so I had arranged for us to have separate accommodations. I assured him I could manage on my own for the night.

The events of the dinner still churned in my mind. The image of that arrogant jackass invading Judy’s personal space haunted me. He had sat far too close, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. What on earth could he have said to elicit that blush on her cheeks?

A soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

I glanced at the clock—it was just past nine PM. I had been so engulfed in my own turmoil that I had lost track of time. Approaching the door, I pulled it open, only to see Judy beginning to walk away. Her head was bowed, and her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson. She was leaving, likely hoping I wouldn’t realize she had knocked. The sound had been gentle, but with my heightened Lycan senses, it had been more than audible to me.

Before she could retreat completely, I seized her arm and pulled her into the room, shutting the door with a firm thud behind us. She gasped, stumbling slightly as I enveloped her in my arms, holding her close without risking any harm.

“Where did you think you were going?” I asked, my voice low and demanding.

She relaxed against me, her tension dissipating as I held her tightly.

“I… I thought maybe you’d be sleeping,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty.

“Don’t lie to me, Judy,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her cheek, feeling her warmth radiate against my skin.

She released a shaky breath, lifting her eyes to meet mine through her lashes. Her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but I closed the distance between us, kissing her with an urgency that left no room for hesitation. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire within me that made her melt against me, turning her into a soft, pliable form in my arms.

My hands found their way to her waist, and I felt her fingers glide up my body, deftly removing my shirt. I tossed it aside, pulling her closer, my grip firm on her hips as I pressed myself against her. She still wore that alluring little black dress that drove me wild, yet I hesitated to tear it off her body. I respected her; these dinner parties meant something to her.

With deliberate slowness, I unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall away as I lifted her onto the bed. Our lips remained locked, this kiss different from the last—more tender, more intimate, devoid of the primal urgency that had consumed us before.

I let my teeth graze the straps of her bra, eliciting a shiver from her as I pulled them down, freeing her breasts. Her nipples stood erect, begging for my touch, and I couldn’t resist the urge to tease her. I ran my fingers across her skin, tugging at her nipples, watching as goosebumps formed in response to my caress. A smile crept across my face, satisfaction swelling within me at the effect I had on her.

Leaning down, I traced my lips along her cleavage, teasingly flicking my tongue against her beautiful pink nipples. She gasped, and I felt a surge of desire as I gently nibbled on one, drawing a whimper from her that sent a thrill down my spine. It was clear she was enjoying this, her body responding eagerly to every touch.

With a low growl, I continued my exploration, teasing and playing with her until our lips met once more. She kissed me back with an intensity that spoke of her need, as if I was the only source of sustenance in a desert. Her small hands found their way to my waistband, and I could sense her desire.

I already knew what she wanted, and I was more than willing to oblige. I pulled down my sweatpants and boxers, releasing my erection for her to touch.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify