TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 70: Chapter 70
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: FREAKING NYMPHO
SILAS' POV:
It's almost an hour since I left her at the spot.
I run, rushing through the tree and emerging once again at the clearing, only to find the space empty.
She's already gone.
I had not expected her to wait for me here. She has every right to leave, especially with me doing the same to her amidst the moment brimming between the both of us.
The call was something urgent.
I couldn't risk another rogue finding their way into school like the last time we got attacked.
I had her in mind when I rushed away to get it done, but the dejected look on her face...
I had doubted if she really felt that bad that I was leaving.
I thought it was only I that felt this burning need to be around her every second I could, so I took her word for it.
'Yeah, it's fine' she'd said.
Now, I'm doubting if she really was, especially now seeing my shirt left all alone on the grass.
Probably tossed off in annoyance before she stomped off back to her room.
I sigh, picking up the piece of clothing into my hand, taking a deep inhale.
Traces of her scent linger on the shirt.
Seeing her come out to meet me in my jacket made me more pleased that I thought possible from just giving out a jacket.
It was nice seeing it on her, wrapped round her smaller frame as she clutched onto the fabric like a property solely belonging to her that she cherished.
She had looked so good that I wanted to devour her in that moment, but helping myself back with much difficulty.
If my phone hadn't interrupted, I wasn't sure I would have been able to hold off long enough.
Well, it's all passed now.
I tell myself I have to apologize tomorrow while returning the shirt back to her as an excuse to meet her again.
Though I doubt I would need excuses again to meet her.
The whole school already knows, so there wouldn't be a need to hide anymore, right?
I walk back to my dorm, taking my time with no need to rush back. A bit dejected the night ended up on a sour note.
I briefly send a small apology to her through text, which remains unread while I walk back.
She probably won't respond it till I apologize physically tomorrow.
I reach my dorm, climbing up the stairs till I approach the door to my room and pushing it opening.
One perk of being royalty I truly appreciate is the one room I have all to myself without a roommate.
There's need to bother myself ith disturbing someone else every single time I return hours after curfew.
Once the door is fully pushed aside, the one thing I notice that sticks out like a store thumb is the figure on my bed.
From her scent wafting in the air with the intent of bewitching, I already know who it is.
She looks up at me, posing seductively while lying on her side. Her natural curves being thrown in my face.
She wears nothing but black lacey underwear and a long transparent dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.
"Elena, what are you doing here?" I ask dryly.
I'm too tired for her shenanigans, too exhausted to flip out the way I want to.
"I missed you, and the night is so cold... I was thinking we could warm each other up and maybe, you could keep me company?"
"What happed to your roommate?" I drawl.
She scoffs now.
"What I need now is for you to hold me."
She lightly traces the side of her curving hips, solely for the purpose of drawing my eyes where she wants them to be.
It's not the first time she's successfully snuck into my room dressed like a hooker requesting for 'comfort.'
Many times in the past, I had given her just what I know she really wanted, scratching my own itch in the process.
There was never anything wrong with it. Maybe at some point, it was amusing... but not now, not today. "I'm not in the mood for this." I state firmly. "Leave."
As expected, she doesn't take no for an answer and slowly rises from the bed, sashaying over to me while purposely pushing out her hips.
She stops right infront of me, pressing her body against mine while looking up at me with a lust filled gaze.
Her hands slowly caress my chest, sliding down to my waist.
I grab onto her hand before she gets to her main target, putting more distance between us.
She looks up into my eyes with hers that exude nothing but want and need, but I only glare back.
Sending the message that she needs to understand that I'm serious.
She glares now, pulling her wrist away from my grasp.
"You used to like me sneaking into your room."
"The right word is condone."
"Of course, why am I not surprised? You're too busy fucking that whore in class, aren't you?"
Her words draw my attention for a moment. The way she spits them out with enough venom sets my blood boiling almost instantly. "Where did you hear that?"
"Lucas told me, of course, and I've seen your video going round school, Silas. Oh no, how the mighty have fallen."
I sigh, calming myself with deep breaths and rubbing my temples softly. This woman would be the death of me if I let her rile me up too much.
I wonder just how I was able to handle her as much as
I did in the past. I don't think I can keep it up.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, before, you were like a lion - king of the pride rocks, marking your territory. You took whatever woman you wanted and left them dry because none could be your match. I admit at some point, it was a thrill on it's own to watch you conquer all those women. Now, you're a fucking pussy over someone like her?"
"Wait... wait a fucking minute. All those years I played around with those girls... some sick part of you liked it?"
"It was a thrill watching you in all your dominating
Alpha glory. The Silas I knew had no sense of compassion or conscience. Now, there's a fucking video out there with you letting some dwarf bitch tame you like a dog."
I chuckle bitterly at her audacity, holding back my anger by just a fragile thread.
"You're sick, Elena. Fucking sick in the head."
"Yeah, I'm sick but there's no other woman out there that will ever love you as the crazy heartless bastard you really are. You think Freya is going to stick around once she finds out about the bet on her head?"
"What?"
"You think I didn't know?"
"Did Lucas tell you this as well?" "No, I heard you guys talking about it. That's the only reason I've let this whole shit play on for the duration it has, to let you have your fucking win again and kick that dumb bitch into the trash she belongs. But screw all that! You've humiliated me for the last time."
She tries to walk right past me, but I grip onto her arm again, forcing her to face me.
"Don't you dare... Don't you dare run your mouth when you have no idea what's going on." "Aww, is the big bad alpha scared that his plaything is going to find out who he really is?"
"Elena, this isn't some sick game!" I yell, losing my temper.
"So what? You need someone to knock some sense into you!" She slides her hand out of my grip, stepping closer.
Her voice grows sensual. "No one can love you, Silas.
You're a twisted asshole. Selfish. Arrogant. A freaking nympho that can't seem to stay with one woman. What happens when you stay with Freya, huh? When you realize she's not enough for you, and you get that urge to fuck around like you always do?" "Stop." I warn.
"When you get that itch in your groin and she can't go enough times to satisfy you? When you find yourself going back to your true philandering nature, huh? What happens then?"
"Elena, stop it."
"Do you think she's going to still want you? Do you think anyone would still want you the way I do? I'm sick, but you're on a whole 'nother level, Silas."
"Just stop it, Elena. Stop it."
"Does she even know how many times you fucked me while chasing her around in school?"
I remain silent, unable to say another word while she cackles like a witch, having won her argument. Yet I glare relentlessly at her. "You can't get rid of me, Silas. No one can really love you, only I can." She slowly slides her hands up my chest to get some kind of reaction from me. Her smirk is sinister and vile, almost repulsive. My body rejects her even much more than before.
I take another step away from her, ripping her grimy claws away from beneath my shirt.
Her reach depicts how displeased she is but I ignore it all together, strengthening my resolve despite her threats.
"I'm willing to take my chances then. Get out."
SILAS' POV:
It's almost an hour since I left her at the spot.
I run, rushing through the tree and emerging once again at the clearing, only to find the space empty.
She's already gone.
I had not expected her to wait for me here. She has every right to leave, especially with me doing the same to her amidst the moment brimming between the both of us.
The call was something urgent.
I couldn't risk another rogue finding their way into school like the last time we got attacked.
I had her in mind when I rushed away to get it done, but the dejected look on her face...
I had doubted if she really felt that bad that I was leaving.
I thought it was only I that felt this burning need to be around her every second I could, so I took her word for it.
'Yeah, it's fine' she'd said.
Now, I'm doubting if she really was, especially now seeing my shirt left all alone on the grass.
Probably tossed off in annoyance before she stomped off back to her room.
I sigh, picking up the piece of clothing into my hand, taking a deep inhale.
Traces of her scent linger on the shirt.
Seeing her come out to meet me in my jacket made me more pleased that I thought possible from just giving out a jacket.
It was nice seeing it on her, wrapped round her smaller frame as she clutched onto the fabric like a property solely belonging to her that she cherished.
She had looked so good that I wanted to devour her in that moment, but helping myself back with much difficulty.
If my phone hadn't interrupted, I wasn't sure I would have been able to hold off long enough.
Well, it's all passed now.
I tell myself I have to apologize tomorrow while returning the shirt back to her as an excuse to meet her again.
Though I doubt I would need excuses again to meet her.
The whole school already knows, so there wouldn't be a need to hide anymore, right?
I walk back to my dorm, taking my time with no need to rush back. A bit dejected the night ended up on a sour note.
I briefly send a small apology to her through text, which remains unread while I walk back.
She probably won't respond it till I apologize physically tomorrow.
I reach my dorm, climbing up the stairs till I approach the door to my room and pushing it opening.
One perk of being royalty I truly appreciate is the one room I have all to myself without a roommate.
There's need to bother myself ith disturbing someone else every single time I return hours after curfew.
Once the door is fully pushed aside, the one thing I notice that sticks out like a store thumb is the figure on my bed.
From her scent wafting in the air with the intent of bewitching, I already know who it is.
She looks up at me, posing seductively while lying on her side. Her natural curves being thrown in my face.
She wears nothing but black lacey underwear and a long transparent dress that leaves nothing to the imagination.
"Elena, what are you doing here?" I ask dryly.
I'm too tired for her shenanigans, too exhausted to flip out the way I want to.
"I missed you, and the night is so cold... I was thinking we could warm each other up and maybe, you could keep me company?"
"What happed to your roommate?" I drawl.
She scoffs now.
"What I need now is for you to hold me."
She lightly traces the side of her curving hips, solely for the purpose of drawing my eyes where she wants them to be.
It's not the first time she's successfully snuck into my room dressed like a hooker requesting for 'comfort.'
Many times in the past, I had given her just what I know she really wanted, scratching my own itch in the process.
There was never anything wrong with it. Maybe at some point, it was amusing... but not now, not today. "I'm not in the mood for this." I state firmly. "Leave."
As expected, she doesn't take no for an answer and slowly rises from the bed, sashaying over to me while purposely pushing out her hips.
She stops right infront of me, pressing her body against mine while looking up at me with a lust filled gaze.
Her hands slowly caress my chest, sliding down to my waist.
I grab onto her hand before she gets to her main target, putting more distance between us.
She looks up into my eyes with hers that exude nothing but want and need, but I only glare back.
Sending the message that she needs to understand that I'm serious.
She glares now, pulling her wrist away from my grasp.
"You used to like me sneaking into your room."
"The right word is condone."
"Of course, why am I not surprised? You're too busy fucking that whore in class, aren't you?"
Her words draw my attention for a moment. The way she spits them out with enough venom sets my blood boiling almost instantly. "Where did you hear that?"
"Lucas told me, of course, and I've seen your video going round school, Silas. Oh no, how the mighty have fallen."
I sigh, calming myself with deep breaths and rubbing my temples softly. This woman would be the death of me if I let her rile me up too much.
I wonder just how I was able to handle her as much as
I did in the past. I don't think I can keep it up.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, before, you were like a lion - king of the pride rocks, marking your territory. You took whatever woman you wanted and left them dry because none could be your match. I admit at some point, it was a thrill on it's own to watch you conquer all those women. Now, you're a fucking pussy over someone like her?"
"Wait... wait a fucking minute. All those years I played around with those girls... some sick part of you liked it?"
"It was a thrill watching you in all your dominating
Alpha glory. The Silas I knew had no sense of compassion or conscience. Now, there's a fucking video out there with you letting some dwarf bitch tame you like a dog."
I chuckle bitterly at her audacity, holding back my anger by just a fragile thread.
"You're sick, Elena. Fucking sick in the head."
"Yeah, I'm sick but there's no other woman out there that will ever love you as the crazy heartless bastard you really are. You think Freya is going to stick around once she finds out about the bet on her head?"
"What?"
"You think I didn't know?"
"Did Lucas tell you this as well?" "No, I heard you guys talking about it. That's the only reason I've let this whole shit play on for the duration it has, to let you have your fucking win again and kick that dumb bitch into the trash she belongs. But screw all that! You've humiliated me for the last time."
She tries to walk right past me, but I grip onto her arm again, forcing her to face me.
"Don't you dare... Don't you dare run your mouth when you have no idea what's going on." "Aww, is the big bad alpha scared that his plaything is going to find out who he really is?"
"Elena, this isn't some sick game!" I yell, losing my temper.
"So what? You need someone to knock some sense into you!" She slides her hand out of my grip, stepping closer.
Her voice grows sensual. "No one can love you, Silas.
You're a twisted asshole. Selfish. Arrogant. A freaking nympho that can't seem to stay with one woman. What happens when you stay with Freya, huh? When you realize she's not enough for you, and you get that urge to fuck around like you always do?" "Stop." I warn.
"When you get that itch in your groin and she can't go enough times to satisfy you? When you find yourself going back to your true philandering nature, huh? What happens then?"
"Elena, stop it."
"Do you think she's going to still want you? Do you think anyone would still want you the way I do? I'm sick, but you're on a whole 'nother level, Silas."
"Just stop it, Elena. Stop it."
"Does she even know how many times you fucked me while chasing her around in school?"
I remain silent, unable to say another word while she cackles like a witch, having won her argument. Yet I glare relentlessly at her. "You can't get rid of me, Silas. No one can really love you, only I can." She slowly slides her hands up my chest to get some kind of reaction from me. Her smirk is sinister and vile, almost repulsive. My body rejects her even much more than before.
I take another step away from her, ripping her grimy claws away from beneath my shirt.
Her reach depicts how displeased she is but I ignore it all together, strengthening my resolve despite her threats.
"I'm willing to take my chances then. Get out."
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