TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 107: Chapter 107
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: MONSTER YOU MADE
SILAS' POV:
A cool shower is just what I need to cool my head, especially after what happened with Freya...
My chest hurts just thinking about it.
The look in her eyes, the physical pain in her body movements. I feel tortured knowing I had been the cause of all that, but my torture is probably nowhere close to what she's going through...
And I hate myself for that reason.
More and more, I consider just running away from all these duties just to be with her, but that would be a cowardly move.
We would never be safe and constantly on the run. One mistake and we get caught - Father wouldn't let her live.
And an Alpha never abandons his pack.
If this must be the cross I would bear to keep her safe, then so be it.
I step into my room again, shirtless and drying my damp hair with a micro fiber towel lazily.
It's another night that would be most likely restless, so I'm not looking forward to it.
Just as I lock the doors behind me, I finally get a whiff of her scent and look towards my bed, turning on the lights in the dark room.
"What are you doing here, Elena? Thought the last time we went through this, you said you won't come back." I say dryly, tossing the tower over a chair on the side.
She sits up finally, smirking like a Cheshire cat before winking at me. I'm not surprised or bothered in any way, just very slightly curious to her reasons.
"Well, last time, I was on the losing side and desperate. Now, you can't chase me away." She shrugs playfully, swinging her legs while she sits at the edge of my bed.
I sigh, having no mood for her drama. She can do whatever she wants.
I walk over to my wardrobe to get a shirt to wear over my naked torso she has obviously been eye-fucking since I walked in.
I'm already uncomfortable with it.
Just as I grab the shirt, she's behind me, hugging me tightly from behind, which in return prevents me from wearing the shirt.
"What do you think you're doing?" I ask.
I know for a fact that the warm plushy thing poking me on my back isn't a pillow.
I slap her arms away and face her again, and this time, her top is off and the only piece of clothing on her are a pair of thongs, red lacy thongs.
How she took her clothes off so fast should be the real question.
"I know you're frustrated, I can see it. I know these things about you." She begins, staring up at me with deliriously hopeful eyes
"Well... good for you." I deadpan.
I realize this is the first time a naked girl is standing right in front of me and I feel nothing at the sight of her perky full tits.
The weirdest thing instead is I begin comparing them to Freya's smaller boobs that fit perfectly in the palm of my hands.
Soft and luscious creamy breast, and that sexy moan she makes when I grab onto them and tease her hard nipples. The way she leans into me silently, begging me to not stop...
"You're staring, Silas." She says, smiling with a seductive voice.
She pushes her chest out a bit more to get some attention, running her hands around the outline, just to get my eyes to focus on where she wants them to be.
"Trust me, I'm not." I say, slamming the closet door shut and walking away from her towards the bed while wearing my shirt as I move.
As soon as I reach it, I drop into the mattress, sighing tiredly. My joints hurt for some reason and the overall tiredness weighs down on me.
I hear her shuffling feet before she relentlessly gets onto the bed and crawls over my body, staring down at me while still swinging her breast in my face.
"Silas, do you not find me attractive anymore?" She suddenly looks down casted, like it's some new discovery she's uncovered.
"I've been hinting that for a really long time now." I say, slowly getting ticked off.
I want her to leave but just saying that would make her fight back and in the end, leave me more exhausted.
"I really don't get you. What's so different about Freya that makes you be this way?"
"She's not you for one." My tone is cold and sharp to get the message home faster, so this can end in no time.
She looks at me for a while before finally getting off me and dropping right next to me on the bed. Her head is faced the other way, so I can't see her face. "I know I'm a major bitch but I have feelings too. Don't you think it's not fair? I mean, I was also forced into this betrothal against my own will, not just you. Yet I try to be faithful and make it work but you don't care, instead you look down on me." The tone in her voice is more softer and clearer.
Essentially, less obnoxious than usual.
"Elena... I just can't give you what you need from me." I say matter of factly.
Aside all hate and contempt, we just could never be that happy perfect couple, regardless of what our parents wanted.
"What I need from you Silas is just a little compassion. Human decency. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe the reason I became the villain is because you never gave me a chance and I've always had to fight to get your attention?" @
I pause, hearing those words from her. I sit up, turning to her now. She's still looking the other way, not daring to look at me.
Now, I'm just wondering what's going on in her mind. I can hear the quiet sobbing coming from her and I know that she's crying already.
I can't help but wonder if she's pulling another trick on me to gain sympathy.
"Silas, I've loved you for the longest time and even though we were in a relationship, you cheated countless times yet I stuck by you and loved you. I fight for us while you share sheets with countless women, and I tell myself it's fine, he'll come back."
She turns to me finally with wet eyes and a runny nose.
I feel like complete, utter shit just like that, hearing her points and seeing some truth in them.
"But now, you've cheated and then, left me for her.
And then, you refuse to even look at me now and you threaten me. You treat me like I'm not human, like
I'm not the monster you made."
"Are you saying this is my fault?" Was it my fault?
"Yes. If you had just loved me or tried to respect me.
Respect the relationship we were both forced to have that your father suggested to mine. I am also a victim in all this, Silas. I'm a prisoner too."
She looks the other way, clutching herself as though the cold is finally getting to her... It is raining outside after all.
I don't exactly know what to do when Elena isn't being a conniving bitch, now that she's actually showing real human emotions void of greed and jealousy.
Though I don't still know if the tears are real.
I reach out to touch her, but stop midway.
No...
If I am indeed the one to blame, pity was the last thing I could offer in this moment.
Instead, I pick up the little blanket on the side and cover her up.
She looks up at me with sad teary eyes, sniffling. "Thank you, Silas." She gives a small smile, snuggling into the material and inhaling it's scent.
I nod simply, now looking the other way again.
Silence filled with the gentle white noise of rain falling in the background engulfs the atmosphere. It sounds almost peaceful, minus the conflict going on in my mind and the absence of Freya right now. "You know... I always thought you and I were alike in a way..." She starts again once most of her tears have been smudged all over my blanket. "What do you mean?"
"We're both unable to control the life we were given, forced into a relationship and can never really have the person we want. Isn't that right?"
She scoots in closer to me again, slowly grabbing my arm in her hands and rubbing it gently.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I respond, already aware of what she wants to happen next. "So... maybe we could... comfort the other-"
I rise to my feet just before she can complete her statement, pulling my arm away from her grasp. I see she's already succeeded in taking off the covering and exposing her naked body again.
"I think I'd find some place else to sleep tonight. You can stay here since it's pouring outside." I say while walking away from her.
"Silas, wait." She stretches forward to grab onto my hand desperately. "I understand that we may have some things in common and I have some faults in all this, but I can't give you what you want... ever. If it's not Freya, then it's not anyone." I spit the hard cold facts she constantly refuses to let sink into her hardened brain.
"Silas...!" she yells out, still pleading with her eyes as tears well up in them again.
I don't know if it's the dark void where my heart should be, or the numbness coursing through my blood, but I feel nothing while evading her outstretched arm and walking out the door in haste. Once I'm out, I sigh-relieved actually.
The hallway is pitch black, and I'm sure no one would be awake from this time, aside from myself and the clearly horny woman in my room.
I turn on the screen light of my phone, going down to my gallery icon and opening pictures of Freya. Most are candid; a few she had actually posed for, each one of them making my black heart ache even more.
I know I'm anything but a good guy, despicable, selfish, and cold. I do feel guilty for what I had done, regarding Elena's character development... but I can't hold myself back from wanting Freya with every fiber of my being.
This dirty, filthy body craves nothing but the pure and sweet soul she possesses. Memories of our first time together flashes through my brain just like that. The feel of her soft warm skin, her petite frame cradled underneath me that drew out my primal instinct to make her mine.
The sweet, warm and wet feeling of just being inside her.
I groan, feeling my body react to just the memory and the photos, sliding my free hand into my shorts.
I let my imagination and the stroking motion of my hand take away the painful frustrating need to be inside her just one more time.
SILAS' POV:
A cool shower is just what I need to cool my head, especially after what happened with Freya...
My chest hurts just thinking about it.
The look in her eyes, the physical pain in her body movements. I feel tortured knowing I had been the cause of all that, but my torture is probably nowhere close to what she's going through...
And I hate myself for that reason.
More and more, I consider just running away from all these duties just to be with her, but that would be a cowardly move.
We would never be safe and constantly on the run. One mistake and we get caught - Father wouldn't let her live.
And an Alpha never abandons his pack.
If this must be the cross I would bear to keep her safe, then so be it.
I step into my room again, shirtless and drying my damp hair with a micro fiber towel lazily.
It's another night that would be most likely restless, so I'm not looking forward to it.
Just as I lock the doors behind me, I finally get a whiff of her scent and look towards my bed, turning on the lights in the dark room.
"What are you doing here, Elena? Thought the last time we went through this, you said you won't come back." I say dryly, tossing the tower over a chair on the side.
She sits up finally, smirking like a Cheshire cat before winking at me. I'm not surprised or bothered in any way, just very slightly curious to her reasons.
"Well, last time, I was on the losing side and desperate. Now, you can't chase me away." She shrugs playfully, swinging her legs while she sits at the edge of my bed.
I sigh, having no mood for her drama. She can do whatever she wants.
I walk over to my wardrobe to get a shirt to wear over my naked torso she has obviously been eye-fucking since I walked in.
I'm already uncomfortable with it.
Just as I grab the shirt, she's behind me, hugging me tightly from behind, which in return prevents me from wearing the shirt.
"What do you think you're doing?" I ask.
I know for a fact that the warm plushy thing poking me on my back isn't a pillow.
I slap her arms away and face her again, and this time, her top is off and the only piece of clothing on her are a pair of thongs, red lacy thongs.
How she took her clothes off so fast should be the real question.
"I know you're frustrated, I can see it. I know these things about you." She begins, staring up at me with deliriously hopeful eyes
"Well... good for you." I deadpan.
I realize this is the first time a naked girl is standing right in front of me and I feel nothing at the sight of her perky full tits.
The weirdest thing instead is I begin comparing them to Freya's smaller boobs that fit perfectly in the palm of my hands.
Soft and luscious creamy breast, and that sexy moan she makes when I grab onto them and tease her hard nipples. The way she leans into me silently, begging me to not stop...
"You're staring, Silas." She says, smiling with a seductive voice.
She pushes her chest out a bit more to get some attention, running her hands around the outline, just to get my eyes to focus on where she wants them to be.
"Trust me, I'm not." I say, slamming the closet door shut and walking away from her towards the bed while wearing my shirt as I move.
As soon as I reach it, I drop into the mattress, sighing tiredly. My joints hurt for some reason and the overall tiredness weighs down on me.
I hear her shuffling feet before she relentlessly gets onto the bed and crawls over my body, staring down at me while still swinging her breast in my face.
"Silas, do you not find me attractive anymore?" She suddenly looks down casted, like it's some new discovery she's uncovered.
"I've been hinting that for a really long time now." I say, slowly getting ticked off.
I want her to leave but just saying that would make her fight back and in the end, leave me more exhausted.
"I really don't get you. What's so different about Freya that makes you be this way?"
"She's not you for one." My tone is cold and sharp to get the message home faster, so this can end in no time.
She looks at me for a while before finally getting off me and dropping right next to me on the bed. Her head is faced the other way, so I can't see her face. "I know I'm a major bitch but I have feelings too. Don't you think it's not fair? I mean, I was also forced into this betrothal against my own will, not just you. Yet I try to be faithful and make it work but you don't care, instead you look down on me." The tone in her voice is more softer and clearer.
Essentially, less obnoxious than usual.
"Elena... I just can't give you what you need from me." I say matter of factly.
Aside all hate and contempt, we just could never be that happy perfect couple, regardless of what our parents wanted.
"What I need from you Silas is just a little compassion. Human decency. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe the reason I became the villain is because you never gave me a chance and I've always had to fight to get your attention?" @
I pause, hearing those words from her. I sit up, turning to her now. She's still looking the other way, not daring to look at me.
Now, I'm just wondering what's going on in her mind. I can hear the quiet sobbing coming from her and I know that she's crying already.
I can't help but wonder if she's pulling another trick on me to gain sympathy.
"Silas, I've loved you for the longest time and even though we were in a relationship, you cheated countless times yet I stuck by you and loved you. I fight for us while you share sheets with countless women, and I tell myself it's fine, he'll come back."
She turns to me finally with wet eyes and a runny nose.
I feel like complete, utter shit just like that, hearing her points and seeing some truth in them.
"But now, you've cheated and then, left me for her.
And then, you refuse to even look at me now and you threaten me. You treat me like I'm not human, like
I'm not the monster you made."
"Are you saying this is my fault?" Was it my fault?
"Yes. If you had just loved me or tried to respect me.
Respect the relationship we were both forced to have that your father suggested to mine. I am also a victim in all this, Silas. I'm a prisoner too."
She looks the other way, clutching herself as though the cold is finally getting to her... It is raining outside after all.
I don't exactly know what to do when Elena isn't being a conniving bitch, now that she's actually showing real human emotions void of greed and jealousy.
Though I don't still know if the tears are real.
I reach out to touch her, but stop midway.
No...
If I am indeed the one to blame, pity was the last thing I could offer in this moment.
Instead, I pick up the little blanket on the side and cover her up.
She looks up at me with sad teary eyes, sniffling. "Thank you, Silas." She gives a small smile, snuggling into the material and inhaling it's scent.
I nod simply, now looking the other way again.
Silence filled with the gentle white noise of rain falling in the background engulfs the atmosphere. It sounds almost peaceful, minus the conflict going on in my mind and the absence of Freya right now. "You know... I always thought you and I were alike in a way..." She starts again once most of her tears have been smudged all over my blanket. "What do you mean?"
"We're both unable to control the life we were given, forced into a relationship and can never really have the person we want. Isn't that right?"
She scoots in closer to me again, slowly grabbing my arm in her hands and rubbing it gently.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I respond, already aware of what she wants to happen next. "So... maybe we could... comfort the other-"
I rise to my feet just before she can complete her statement, pulling my arm away from her grasp. I see she's already succeeded in taking off the covering and exposing her naked body again.
"I think I'd find some place else to sleep tonight. You can stay here since it's pouring outside." I say while walking away from her.
"Silas, wait." She stretches forward to grab onto my hand desperately. "I understand that we may have some things in common and I have some faults in all this, but I can't give you what you want... ever. If it's not Freya, then it's not anyone." I spit the hard cold facts she constantly refuses to let sink into her hardened brain.
"Silas...!" she yells out, still pleading with her eyes as tears well up in them again.
I don't know if it's the dark void where my heart should be, or the numbness coursing through my blood, but I feel nothing while evading her outstretched arm and walking out the door in haste. Once I'm out, I sigh-relieved actually.
The hallway is pitch black, and I'm sure no one would be awake from this time, aside from myself and the clearly horny woman in my room.
I turn on the screen light of my phone, going down to my gallery icon and opening pictures of Freya. Most are candid; a few she had actually posed for, each one of them making my black heart ache even more.
I know I'm anything but a good guy, despicable, selfish, and cold. I do feel guilty for what I had done, regarding Elena's character development... but I can't hold myself back from wanting Freya with every fiber of my being.
This dirty, filthy body craves nothing but the pure and sweet soul she possesses. Memories of our first time together flashes through my brain just like that. The feel of her soft warm skin, her petite frame cradled underneath me that drew out my primal instinct to make her mine.
The sweet, warm and wet feeling of just being inside her.
I groan, feeling my body react to just the memory and the photos, sliding my free hand into my shorts.
I let my imagination and the stroking motion of my hand take away the painful frustrating need to be inside her just one more time.
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