Tied To The Alpha (#2 New Moon)

Chapter Twenty - Lucien's POV.

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Lucien's POV.

I was a fucking idiot.

But fuck, she tasted sweeter than the sweetest thing in the world.

Her eyes were open, locked on mine as she easily melted into my touch. I slid my hands to her breasts and cupped them. That earned me a moan as her eyes fluttered then closed.

I pulled away slowly, staring at her. "You sure about this?" My voice didn't sound like mine anymore. It sounded unusually sensual.

She swallowed and stared back at me. "I hate you so much right now." She whispered. "And I hate myself for still wanting to trust you right now."

My lips curled into a grin. "You can never resist me, little wolf."

She didn't say anything back to me as I lifted her up on my shoulder and carried her all the way to the spiral staircase. I climbed up each step, my erection growing harder every second.

"Are we going to your room?" She asked.

Realisation hit me like a slap in the face. I was taking someone in bed with me.

No, not someone. My mate.

"Yes."

My bedroom was located at the end of the mansion, away from everything and everyone's drama. It was quiet and peaceful because nobody came up here besides me. Only an occasional Omega I send up here once in a week, but sometimes even I don't come up here to sleep.

I kicked open the doors, revealing a large and spacious master bedroom with a king sized bed in the middle, dark grey walls, and black cupboards all around. A leather sofa and a huge TV displayed themselves at the right corner of the room, where the sliding doors to the balcony was on the opposite direction. And on the left was the door leading to my private bathroom.

"Wow." She gasped.

"I know."

I couldn't help that tingling feeling in my chest, which contributed to my throbbing erection.

I walked over to my bed, throwing her down and hovering over her. She looked so small and vragile underneath me.

Fuck.

I was thirty one and she was only eighteen.

I wasn't thinking straight. This wasn't me, it was my wolf. This wasn't her either.

Of all days─

Fuck. Me.

She was on heat.

"Fuck."

"What's wrong?" She asked.

Still hovering over her, I replied. "You're on heat. That's why we were," I cleared my throat. "taken away."

She stared at me, dumbfounded.

Never in my life did I feel so shitty. Seeing her face express that look made me feel hurt, guilty. Things I shouldn't be feeling.

But she managed to take my breathe away every time. Along with my sense to think straight.

Her expression changed after a minute. "I want this."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do." Her hands slid under the hem of my shirt, finding the rigid muscle under warm skin. I gritted my teeth, cursing in my mind.