Chapter 79
Zara
“I love dark colors, but my room is my sanctuary, where I feel most relaxed and at peace. Lighter shades help create peace. That’s why I chose these tones,” Alpha Kane explained gradually.
It all made sense. Black simply absorbed all the light, making everything around him gloomy. With Alpha’s personality, Alpha Kane definitely needed to surround himself with less of this color to be cheerful sometimes.
“Why is the door black?” I couldn’t help but ask, still holding the cookie jar.
Alpha Kane extended his hand and asked.
“Give me a cookie, and I’ll explain p>
I handed him the jar, and Alpha Kane took it, his rough fingertips barely brushing mine, like tiny sparks crackling with tension.
Taking the jar, Alpha Kane stepped back and proudly placed it on the coffee table before lounging on his incredibly comfortable sofa. Alpha Kane rested his hand on the curved back of the sofa and patted the space next to him with his other hand, beckoning me to approach.
I moved quietly, and his glassy eyes followed my every move.
Nervous! This asshole Alpha makes me nervous.
I brushed a strand of hair back to keep my hands from dangling. It felt like we’d been walking for an hour, and Alpha Kane didn’t even blink, maintaining a perfectly impassive expression. Only his soot-black eyes expressed unwavering emotion.
Reaching the sofa, I sat down next to him, adjusting my dress. Turning slightly to face him, I folded my hands on my legs.
“A black door means that all my negative emotions, feelings, and thoughts should remain behind this door. That’s why when I enter my space, I’m calm and relaxed p>
Bending over, Alpha Kane grabbed the cookie jar. The inked veins on his hand bulged, forming a web down his muscular arm.
Alpha Kane unscrewed the lid and pulled out a large cookie. Alpha brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply, as if savoring the aroma.
Alpha took a small bite, crunching, and I watched him savor the sweet, round treat.
“Delicious. Tell your father I’m grateful,” Alpha Kane said gratefully before taking another bite. His cheeks puffed out as Alpha Kane chewed slowly, and his eyes revealed how much he was savoring every bite.
Alpha Kane
Everywhere I looked, I saw people suffering from broken hearts, betrayals, and infidelities.
I saw tears glistening in her eyes when I asked her about her ex-fiancé. Murder screamed in my head. I was going to hunt down that bastard and make him suffer for hurting her.
For someone who constantly claimed I didn’t believe in love, this she-wolf was infiltrating my heart like a spy, intent on stealing. I didn’t even realize what was happening to me.
The words I spoke to her seemed empty to me, more like self-assurance that I wouldn’t fall in love with her.
That it was only physical attraction, the only lust I felt for her.
And yet, as I cupped her oval face with skin as smooth as a scarlet rose, I felt her heartbeat quicken and her breathing become ragged. The smooth edges of her neck seemed so inviting that I wanted to press my lips to it and suck.
Her lips pressed against mine when I told her my method was better. I knew she, too, had succumbed to the influence of this version of me.
She didn’t realize it, but her body had tuned into me; it recognized my touch in both my personalities.
So when I leaned down and captured her lips, she didn’t push me away, but welcomed me with a lustful moan that was lost in my mouth.
My hands moved to her intricate hairstyle, clenching them into fists, pulling her head back so I could thrust my tongue into her burning, yearning mouth.
Her hands darted to my neck, gripping it tightly as she opened her mouth and welcomed me.
With consuming sincerity, wild desire, and burning need.
An insatiable thirst engulfed us, and the more we kissed, the stronger it became. Her hands grabbed the front of my shirt, and my hand reached for the armrest of the sofa to steady myself; otherwise, I would have landed on top of her.
I let go of her hair, leaving her hairstyle, which I’m sure Asbela had spent so long and so lovingly doing, in disarray. My hand slid to her right leg, and I gently rubbed the silk, testing how much she wanted to open up to me.
She didn’t push me away; she focused on enjoying the feeling of our lips connected. My hand continued its wandering movements as her hips pressed against the sofa, and she moaned desperately into my mouth.
I realized she didn’t mind stopping, and I had no reason to. My hand lingered on her smooth thigh, and I gently squeezed it as she pulled me closer.
I was greeted by tenderness, mingled with the softness that seemed to permeate her entire body. There wasn’t a single bone to prick me, just pure tenderness, as if I were wrapped in cozy cotton.
Before I could spread her legs and press myself against her, my damn phone rang at full volume, causing her to pull away from my mouth.
“Fuck,” I cursed. And the phone continued to ring, interrupting this precious moment between us.
Flushed and embarrassed, she looked at me from under half-closed eyes. My cock was so painfully hard that I wanted to throw the phone down and focus on this fragile woman beneath me.
“Take it,” she said quietly, not trying to convey both disappointment and shame.
I had to break away from her, breaking the contact that made my body scream. It craved the tender affection that only Zara possessed.
Walking to my desk, I picked up my screaming phone and saw that it was Hunter. Swiping my finger across the screen, I heard him ring.
“Alpha! Sorry to bother you so late, but the result came to the number you gave me. The phone was a disposable one, but we checked the serial number against the purchase date and narrowed down the possible source. We’re working on it and will post another update soon p>
At least that was good news.