I'm Not Your Plaything *AlphaEnigma*

Rhythm of Us

POV: Autor
Guys, you are crazy! Thank you so so much for 2k reads! I am absolutely speechless and beyond happy. 💖 The story isn't finished yet—I've got some really good stuff coming, thehe. 😉
Also, for the next chapter, I've been vibing to this song. It's such a mood, and I love it. 🎶 

POV: Bible

The next day, rain poured down, the sun unable to pierce through the heavy clouds. Inside the mansion, the Alpha was in a deep slumber, blissfully unaware of the world around him—until, suddenly, his blanket was yanked away in one swift motion.

He growled, his body protesting the rude awakening. Still half-asleep, he groaned as he opened his heavy eyes, only to be hit by the pounding pain of a brutal headache. Ugh... fuck, he thought, wincing at the throbbing in his skull. He wasn't fully conscious yet, but then he heard it—a deep, rumbling growl that sent a shiver down his spine.

The Alpha blinked through the haze, realizing exactly who had torn the covers away.

Jes.

"Wake up. Now," Jes said, his voice calm but laced with a dangerous edge.

"Nooo... ugh, let me sleep," Bible groaned, his stomach churning with nausea. Even the act of speaking made his insides twist.

"You've got some nerve, still sleeping after that," Jes muttered, his tone seething with restrained anger. But Bible was barely processing it, his body refusing to move, knowing that if he did, he would throw up on the spot.

He winced, taking shallow breaths to keep the queasiness at bay. His hangover was brutal, and any attempt to function felt impossible.

Then Jes's eyes darkened as he noticed something else. "You're still in your clothes from last night? Are you serious? You're wearing that and mingling with Omegas in MY house? In this filthy outfit?!"

Bible winced, his headache pounding with every word. He glanced down at himself, realizing he was still in the clothes from the wild night before. Great, he thought, feeling the weight of Jes's judgment pressing down on him.

Jes stood towering over Bible, his face etched with anger. The tension in the room was thick, but then Jes did something that made Bible's blood run cold—he unleashed a wave of his pheromones, a suffocating, overpowering spicy scent that flooded the room.

Suddenly, Bible felt like he was being choked, the pressure unbearable. "Stooop... huh..." Bible gasped, his voice barely a whisper as he coughed, eyes red and glassy. He finally looked up at Jes, whose face was twisted in rage, hateful, like a storm ready to tear him apart. The intensity of Jes's gaze pierced through him, making Bible feel small and helpless.

"Please stop...!" Bible pleaded, his voice shaky and weak, but Jes seemed lost, consumed by his fury, oblivious to Bible's desperate cries.

Struggling to breathe, Bible began crawling across the bed, his body trembling. Every movement felt agonizing under the weight of Jes's scent. When he finally reached out, his hand found Jes's arm, trembling as he clung to him. "Stop, please..." Bible whispered again, his voice barely audible, filled with vulnerability.

A tear rolled down Bible's cheek.

That single tear broke through the fog of Jes's anger. He blinked, as if waking from a trance, realizing what he was doing. Jes's expression shifted, the harshness fading as he pulled back, his pheromones slowly retracting. His eyes softened, and the tension in the room finally eased.