TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 95: Chapter 95

: BROKEN VAGINA
FREYA'S POV:
I groan groggily, tossing and turning on the soft mattress that feels like cloud, fazing in and out of consciousness before I realize the big wide space next to me with lingering warmth where he was supposed to be.
A wave of panic forces me up again, racing my heart faster and leaving me very much unnerved, till I look up properly and see him seating on the couch few feet ahead, watching the TV.
I sigh once relief floods through me, like calming water. I'm not alone.
Yet, I still dread the feeling, the fear of being left alone, a constant reminder of the shit I had been through that I desperately want to forget...so I can be myself again.
While I tap on my chest in relief, he turns to me, realizing I'm awake now, sitting more upright and high on alert.
His forehead twisted with worry.
"You okay? Did you have a nightmare?" He asks.
"No." I respond, still patting on my chest.
Surprisingly, I hadn't had a single dream or nightmare which is a surprise.
Possibly the sex had taken every bit of energy I had left to the point my brain couldn't muster up nightmares to haunt me.
Regardless of my words, he still stands up and walks up to my side, raising my head up to him so he can examine my face.
"You sure? You're sweating."
"I'm really fine, I swear." I mutter.
He's still reluctant to buy it and I don't want to confess how much of a pussy I've become, needing to know where he is every second.
I sound like a clingy bitch. Instead, I change the conversation, staring at the TV and realizing the sound's been put on mute.
"Why you watching TV without any sound?" I ask.
He looks at it, and shrugs. Though his dismissal, I see a flash of something in his eyes.
"How long have I been sleeping?" I begin, stretching now and pulling the thick duvet aside.
"About four hours. I didn't want to wake you, you seemed so peaceful."
I'm actually grateful for the sleep, I feel a lot better.
I try to sit up when the pain hits right between my legs, which then brings my attention to the aching muscles on my lower back, thigh and abdomen.
"Fuck." I swear, slightly hissing from the pain. "I think you broke my vagina."
He chuckles briefly, helping me to my feet.
"I don't think I can break your vagina, Freya."
I try to stretch a bit more but the muscle spasms worsen.
"Nope, it's definitely broken." I comment, clutching my tummy again.
I feel like my insides were almost gouged out.
"Next time when you meet someone, you should lead with 'Hey, I'm the Alpha prince, and I have a horse dick which could potentially cripple you.""
"I'm flattered that you think so highly of me..."
"That wasn't a compliment, you cocky bastard." I rolled my eyes playfully.
"But...I wouldn't need to make the statement because
I wouldn't be meeting any new person that needs to know that."
His statement makes me freeze while heat floods my cheeks. I'm sure I look like a tomato, so I look away.
"Aww, is that a blush I see?" He teases.
"Screw you." I respond, unwillingly pouting.
He breaks into fits of laughter, using me for his own amusement again to my mortification.
But damn, those sweet sounds that ripple from his chest bellowing so deeply. The sweet melody that cradled me during my worse days locked up.
I can't stay mad at this fucker as long as I need to.
"Glad to see at least one of us is enjoying the moment."
"It's good you return the favor, seeing as I made sure one of us screamed in pleasure-"
"Okay... I get it." I step in again, a heat burning up my cheeks.
I didn't scream.
Right?
Silas chuckles, wicked amusement burning in his eyes. I really missed him.
I drop on the bed again sitting, while he does the same.
A wave of silence and moments swing by briefly.
It's almost unbelievable that I am here in this room with Silas. A day ago, I wouldn't have thought this entire scene possible.
I had thought if ever I would be let out, I would never get to share moments with him just like this.
I'm filled with a tinge of hope that leaves a warm feeling in my chest but then, overwhelmed with anxiety and self-doubt, constantly nagging at the back of my mind.
We had sex...
What does this mean for us now? Are we dating or friends with benefits...?
Are we just that couple with zero labels?
I'm torn between wanting him for myself and knowing I'm too much of a shattered soul to have anything stable right now.
And then, there are the fucking flashes. I had thought they were gone but no.
If I close my eyes for a second to long, I see all the blood and pain snickering back at me for thinking I could rest easy again.
Raging thoughts nag in my brain.
They grow louder with the silence brimming between us. I grow deeper and deeper into an abyss of doubt and trauma.
"Hey, let's do something fun." He says, breaking my trance.
I feel like I can breathe again, feeling my own body. Once again, I'm on a soft bed, lying next to Silas and nowhere else.
"That would be nice." I say, grateful for the distraction.
Anywhere with lots of noise would be perfect, where even if I had no words to offer, my mind would not recede back into darkness.
"Yeah. You pick. What are the things you've always wanted to do? Let's do all that right now before the day runs out." He says.
He sounds a little bit desperate the way he says it, and deciding to do all that right now?
I want to say there's no rush and we could simply do one thing, but I don't.
Why? Because of the fear that maybe today would be our last and I'd realize I couldn't do this relationship thing that usually comes next.
I know he'd say something like trying but not when I tremble at the slightest sound. I'd grow too attached and clingy, and he's like the wind and deserves to run free and unhinged.
"Okay, I have the perfect place. But no judging, okay?" I say, putting all my faith in him just for today.
"Why would I judge if it's something you really want to do?" He asks.
I don't look at him but I imagine his confused jumbled brows, with one going higher than the other.
His silver eyes growing a bit wider.
"If you say so. Let's go."
Hours later, we're at our destination an as expected,
Silas doesn't keep his promise.
Instead, the bastard passes side glances to me every five seconds with judgmental gazes, while I try as much as possible to ignore him, forcing popcorn down my throat.
He has done it for the fiftieth time, and I lose my shit.
"I told you not to judge."
"This is like taking me to a circus and telling me not to laugh." He responds dryly, humour swirling in his gray depths.
I scoff at how dramatic he's being.
"C'mon, it's not that bad."
He huffs, folding his arms next to me. Well, this is going to be a great second date.