Rejected, And Became A Heiress (Cara) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 0125 

Alarie’s Pov 

It’s not right. She’s drunk… Ten’t she? 

We can’t do this. 

“Can’t we?” But Cara whispers to me. 

I keep breaking our embrace, trying to get a good look in Cara’s eyes. I need to see, I need to know, if she’s too drunk to do this in good conscience. I don’t want to take advantage of her… 

She’s suddenly kissing on my neck. 

Oh, Goddess. 

I may actually come undone. I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m trying to be the good guy for once. But she’s not giving me an inch. 

“I love you, Cara…” 

The feeling has never been so clear. After I say those words, I even feel a sense of relief–relief from being honest with myself. 

I should have done this a long time ago. I should have realized that I’ve loved her all along. All of it, all the misunderstandings, maybe I’ve loved her since six years ago. But how foolish I was, to only say these words now! 

-I’ve hurt her too much. 

“I love you, I love you, Cara…” I keep kissing her, repeating it in her ear. “Please let me make it right. Please be my Luna! 

… 

She probably finds it a little ticklish, laughing and gently stroking my hair, as if she didn’t quite catch it. “…Hmm, what?” 

It’s sexy as hell. And fucking irresistible. 

My body doesn’t care what my mind thinks. My body is only fixed on her. On Cara. 

“She’s the one we’ve been waiting for….” I hear my wolf Grey whisper in my mind. 

I push him back, far back, into the corner of my mind. The last thing I need is his voice in my head, interrupting this moment. This moment that feels like it’s been building between Cara and I for years now. 

When I knocked on her door tonight, I truly never expected things to turn out this way. I didn’t even expect her to open her door, let alone invite me inside. She had said she’d been drinking wine, maybe that was all the lubricant she needed to finally open up to me. 

Emotionally, I mean… 

1/2 

After the way she’d looked in the hospital, when she asked me if I love her when a stupid sense of self » preservation forced me to lie to her. Well, I never expected to be back in her arms ever again. 

But now I’ve done it. I’ve told her that I love her she didn’t respond to my statement. She didn’t gasp, or pause, or even react at all. 

But I’d said it. 1 finally told her I love her. 

And I told her again and again that night. With the way my body melted against hers. The way my hips pumped, driving myself into her. Planting myself deeply into her, into her heart and soul, I’d hoped. 

I made love to her that night, like I’d never made love to anyone before. It wasn’t fucking, It wasn’t just sex.