Traded To The Cruel Alpha - Chapter 101: Chapter 101
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Serafine POV
It's been a week now since I was brought back to Xander's pack. When I wake, Eryx is with me, but I've not seen Xander. I've got no idea if he's been here or not.
The maid mentioned that he was giving me space. He's spent time with Eryx while I've been sleeping, which is unusual.
Now, the baby is gone, and the maid has taken him to give me space. I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I've got the journals, which I've spent time reading and looking into.
I'm not sure how they got here, and the maid also said no one knows. I want to say it was magic, but that's just crazy.
Everything is back now. Yesterday, my heat began, but I'm trying to ignore it and push it away, which may be why the maid took Eryx. I was made aware by the healer that what she did to stop my heat wouldn't hold up if I got close to Xander.
She wasn't wrong, it started almost instantly. To start with, it was small, nothing big, not though? I'm not able to focus, and I know if I leave it too long, it will be as bad as last time. I'm already sweating, but I'm not sure how this works now.
I left, and I know Xander will be angry at me for running away; it could be the reason he's hiding away from me.
The door opens, and I freeze. The bond instantly strengthens and burns. I don't need to turn to know it's Xander.
"How are you feeling?"
Is he asking me because he cares or because he can smell my heat? "I'm fine," I reply quietly, unsure of what else to say to him.
"Look, I want to apologise," he says before walking around to face me. "What I did, and said, and how I acted was disgusting, truly horrendous."
My head nods slowly. I need a bath. Last night was hard, and the sheets clung to my body.
"I accept your apology," I whisper and stand.
"I need to know if you're staying here," he asks, and I stop to look at him. "I will understand if you hate me and don't want to, but I would rather my son didn't leave."
His son. I step forward, and he tenses. "Your son?"
He nods his head slowly.
"You didn't care about your son while you were saying I was the enemy, and you would watch me burn with Gideon."
His eyes harden. "I didn't know you were pregnant. What I said was wrong, I should have believed you, I'm sorry."
"I'll stay, I wouldn't leave with your son Xander." Before I had already left, I didn't know. Turning, I walk to the bathroom, and he stops me. "I need a bat,h Xander."
"Let me sort it, as an apology, I know it's not enough, but let me."
Sighing, I nod and step back. The sound of the water running fills the room, and I decide to ask him.
"When did the journals arrive here?" I ask.
"No one knows. They were here when we returned." Sighing, he turns off the water and looks at me. "When I left, strict instructions were given. No one was to come in, no one did, they just appeared."
So it was like magic, they just teleported here. That's usual.
"I'll give you space," he says, and I shake my head.
My wolf needs to heal, and being near Xander makes it better. "Stay," I whisper, and he nods.
Stripping, I step into the bath and he joins me, wrapping his arms around my body as I settle against him. Just been this close to him, and finally having him touching me, even as a hug, is settling my wolf and heat.
It's not going to go, though, I know that. I need to mate with him to stop it.
"How long did you know?"
"Know what, Xander?" Does he mean that I was pregnant?
"That you were Threadborn?"
Chewing my lip, I look up at him. "Ages ago. The Hollowfang Raven spoke to me and showed me where the journal was."
"So the entire time?" he asks.
"Not the entire time, just from when I got the journal."
Nodding, he pulls me closer. "I'm sorry, I realise now I treated you like an enemy, not my mate."
His fingers stroke down my side, and my body shakes. Heat flares through me, and I push closer to him. His hand strokes lower, until it settles between my legs.
A whimper escapes my lips as his fingers tease around my sex slowly.
"Xander..." I whisper, and his grip on my hip tightens as his fingers spread me, before plunging inside. My back arches, and I cry out. Every stroke of his fingers pushes me deeper, and his hand slides from my hip to grip my throat.
"You're mine," he growls, and I whimper at his words. My head falls back as his fingers dive deeper into me.
A tremble quakes through me, and it feels like my bones have turned molten. It's like every inch of me has been waiting for him, and now he's here, my heat doesn't burn, it's consuming me whole. My body is responding to him like a storm would respond to lightning.
"Xander," I breathe, his name a ghost on my lips, but I know he hears it like a vow.
His head lowers, his mouth brushing against the curve of my neck as his lips drag slowly and possessively across my skin. "You've been haunting me," he murmurs against my skin, his voice dark and like velvet. "Even when I thought you were my enemy and I hated you, I wanted you. And now?" He pulls back, gripping my jaw to look into my eyes.
"Now, I ache for you like I'm starving... and you're the only thing that's ever truly fed me."
His words hit something deep inside of me, it's an ache no amount of distance or apology could undo. This though... this heat between us is primal, it's undeniable. My thighs tremble against his as his fingers continue to coax moans from me.
My hands grip his arms.
"You were made for me," he snarls. "Every breath, every scar, every scream... they all belong to me now."
Gasping, I push closer to him, overwhelmed by his dominance and confession. The way he's holding me is like I'm both breakable and sacred. And God's help me, I want to break for him, I want to shatter around his fingers.
This thumb circles my clit slowly, dragging a deliberate cry from my lips.
"Let them hear you," he whispers, his eyes locked onto mine. "Let the whole damn pack know who you belong to. Let them feel what it means when a Threadborn bonds with the most ruthless Alpha."
My nails dig into his forearm, needing something to anchor me as his mouth covers mine. There's no gentleness in the kiss, just pure hunger, rage, regret and that desperate soul-deep longing that I know has haunted both of us since I ran away from him.
He breaks the kiss and drags his mouth to my ear. "I want you to scream when I take you. I want your body to remember what it means to be mine. Every time that you breathe, every time that you close your eyes... I want you to feel me inside of you."
He doesn't understand, I already do, I have since the first time he touched me.
His hand stills between my thighs, and I cry in frustration. He's denying me the one thing that my body is craving right now.
“Tell me, Serafine,” he murmurs, “do you want your Alpha to claim you… or shall I make you beg for it first?”
My body shudders, there's only one answer that feels right.
It's been a week now since I was brought back to Xander's pack. When I wake, Eryx is with me, but I've not seen Xander. I've got no idea if he's been here or not.
The maid mentioned that he was giving me space. He's spent time with Eryx while I've been sleeping, which is unusual.
Now, the baby is gone, and the maid has taken him to give me space. I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I've got the journals, which I've spent time reading and looking into.
I'm not sure how they got here, and the maid also said no one knows. I want to say it was magic, but that's just crazy.
Everything is back now. Yesterday, my heat began, but I'm trying to ignore it and push it away, which may be why the maid took Eryx. I was made aware by the healer that what she did to stop my heat wouldn't hold up if I got close to Xander.
She wasn't wrong, it started almost instantly. To start with, it was small, nothing big, not though? I'm not able to focus, and I know if I leave it too long, it will be as bad as last time. I'm already sweating, but I'm not sure how this works now.
I left, and I know Xander will be angry at me for running away; it could be the reason he's hiding away from me.
The door opens, and I freeze. The bond instantly strengthens and burns. I don't need to turn to know it's Xander.
"How are you feeling?"
Is he asking me because he cares or because he can smell my heat? "I'm fine," I reply quietly, unsure of what else to say to him.
"Look, I want to apologise," he says before walking around to face me. "What I did, and said, and how I acted was disgusting, truly horrendous."
My head nods slowly. I need a bath. Last night was hard, and the sheets clung to my body.
"I accept your apology," I whisper and stand.
"I need to know if you're staying here," he asks, and I stop to look at him. "I will understand if you hate me and don't want to, but I would rather my son didn't leave."
His son. I step forward, and he tenses. "Your son?"
He nods his head slowly.
"You didn't care about your son while you were saying I was the enemy, and you would watch me burn with Gideon."
His eyes harden. "I didn't know you were pregnant. What I said was wrong, I should have believed you, I'm sorry."
"I'll stay, I wouldn't leave with your son Xander." Before I had already left, I didn't know. Turning, I walk to the bathroom, and he stops me. "I need a bat,h Xander."
"Let me sort it, as an apology, I know it's not enough, but let me."
Sighing, I nod and step back. The sound of the water running fills the room, and I decide to ask him.
"When did the journals arrive here?" I ask.
"No one knows. They were here when we returned." Sighing, he turns off the water and looks at me. "When I left, strict instructions were given. No one was to come in, no one did, they just appeared."
So it was like magic, they just teleported here. That's usual.
"I'll give you space," he says, and I shake my head.
My wolf needs to heal, and being near Xander makes it better. "Stay," I whisper, and he nods.
Stripping, I step into the bath and he joins me, wrapping his arms around my body as I settle against him. Just been this close to him, and finally having him touching me, even as a hug, is settling my wolf and heat.
It's not going to go, though, I know that. I need to mate with him to stop it.
"How long did you know?"
"Know what, Xander?" Does he mean that I was pregnant?
"That you were Threadborn?"
Chewing my lip, I look up at him. "Ages ago. The Hollowfang Raven spoke to me and showed me where the journal was."
"So the entire time?" he asks.
"Not the entire time, just from when I got the journal."
Nodding, he pulls me closer. "I'm sorry, I realise now I treated you like an enemy, not my mate."
His fingers stroke down my side, and my body shakes. Heat flares through me, and I push closer to him. His hand strokes lower, until it settles between my legs.
A whimper escapes my lips as his fingers tease around my sex slowly.
"Xander..." I whisper, and his grip on my hip tightens as his fingers spread me, before plunging inside. My back arches, and I cry out. Every stroke of his fingers pushes me deeper, and his hand slides from my hip to grip my throat.
"You're mine," he growls, and I whimper at his words. My head falls back as his fingers dive deeper into me.
A tremble quakes through me, and it feels like my bones have turned molten. It's like every inch of me has been waiting for him, and now he's here, my heat doesn't burn, it's consuming me whole. My body is responding to him like a storm would respond to lightning.
"Xander," I breathe, his name a ghost on my lips, but I know he hears it like a vow.
His head lowers, his mouth brushing against the curve of my neck as his lips drag slowly and possessively across my skin. "You've been haunting me," he murmurs against my skin, his voice dark and like velvet. "Even when I thought you were my enemy and I hated you, I wanted you. And now?" He pulls back, gripping my jaw to look into my eyes.
"Now, I ache for you like I'm starving... and you're the only thing that's ever truly fed me."
His words hit something deep inside of me, it's an ache no amount of distance or apology could undo. This though... this heat between us is primal, it's undeniable. My thighs tremble against his as his fingers continue to coax moans from me.
My hands grip his arms.
"You were made for me," he snarls. "Every breath, every scar, every scream... they all belong to me now."
Gasping, I push closer to him, overwhelmed by his dominance and confession. The way he's holding me is like I'm both breakable and sacred. And God's help me, I want to break for him, I want to shatter around his fingers.
This thumb circles my clit slowly, dragging a deliberate cry from my lips.
"Let them hear you," he whispers, his eyes locked onto mine. "Let the whole damn pack know who you belong to. Let them feel what it means when a Threadborn bonds with the most ruthless Alpha."
My nails dig into his forearm, needing something to anchor me as his mouth covers mine. There's no gentleness in the kiss, just pure hunger, rage, regret and that desperate soul-deep longing that I know has haunted both of us since I ran away from him.
He breaks the kiss and drags his mouth to my ear. "I want you to scream when I take you. I want your body to remember what it means to be mine. Every time that you breathe, every time that you close your eyes... I want you to feel me inside of you."
He doesn't understand, I already do, I have since the first time he touched me.
His hand stills between my thighs, and I cry in frustration. He's denying me the one thing that my body is craving right now.
“Tell me, Serafine,” he murmurs, “do you want your Alpha to claim you… or shall I make you beg for it first?”
My body shudders, there's only one answer that feels right.
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