The Alpha novel Chapter 40

*****Warning: This chapter contains mature sexual content that may not be appropriate for readers under 18*****

Scarlet's POV

The rest of the day Ethan spends working. Orders have been sent out to make sure that none of the Silver Shadow Pack members go anywhere or do anything that they shouldn't. Their vehicles have been brought around to the entrance for them. Wolves have been sent to help them get everything packed and loaded up. Ethan wants them gone as soon as possible and I can't say I blame him. I feel the same way.

My skin is still crawling thanks to Lucien. The more I think about what he did to me, the things he said, the more frustrated and disgusted I become. I can't believe I hadn't seen it before. I should have followed my gut. The moment I had stepped onto the floor where they were staying, I knew something didn't feel right. I should have just left then and there. Then, maybe this whole mess would have been avoided. I hate the way he had taken advantage of me, the way he had used me. He manipulated me into posing for him and then painted me naked for all to see. He must have been the reason Alphas from all across the country suddenly knew about the exhibit and auction too. That sick son of a bitch.

I can feel the anger inside of me growing as the low boil seems to turn into an inferno. That man envisioned me naked. He painted a picture of me that was surprisingly accurate, considering he had never actually seen me so indisposed. A shiver runs up my spine at that thought. I can't help but to feel dirty and have the sudden urge to take a shower. I go into the bathroom and turn the knobs until scalding hot water begins spewing out of the showerhead. Steam almost instantly begins filling up the bathroom as I strip out of my clothes and climb in. I take my loofa and douse it in some delicious scented body wash before I begin to roughly scrub every inch of me.

When I realize that Lucien still has pictures of me, I feel the need to do the whole process over again. He could paint more portraits if he wanted to. And he'll still have his memories too. Just the idea of him thinking about me makes me feel sick. It seems so perverse now. Before, I had felt that his works were all so beautifully detailed but now.... Now I wondered if all the women he painted had willingly posed that way for him or if he had tricked and betrayed them too.

When I finally get out of the shower, I pat my hair dry with a towel before wrapping it around my body. I hear a door slam shut and wander out into the bedroom to find Ethan rubbing a hand down his face. As soon as he notices me his features change. He had looked tired and overworked, but now his hooded eyes are staring at me with unbridled desire. A new energy is rolling off him in waves as his eyes blaze a fiery trail that starts at my toes and goes all of the way up my wet body, lingering on my bare skin and curves.

A low, rumbling growl sounds from his chest before he takes a couple quick strides over to me. He is swiftly in front of me and hoisting me up before I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel the bulge in his jeans as it rubs against me and I can't help but to move my hips as I grind against him causing him to groan. His lips crash into mine, claiming me as his. His mouth is deliciously demanding as his tongue delves into my mouth, massaging and tasting every inch. He moves with me until I feel a wall pressed against my back and he sets me down.