The Alpha of Alareim

seven

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This chapter is dedicated to @Dirtyblood16 for reading and continuously voting each chapter :)

Pronunciations:

Gemedes: Jem-ee-dees

Chapter Seven

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I squint with one eye at the beam of sunlight that slips through the crack between the window and the shade. Of course it shines right on my face. I blink, recognizing the ceiling. I'm in Aramis' room.

I start to feel tingly all over. That's when I realize... I peer down.

Aramis is sprawled across most of the bed, arms wrapped around my naked back with his head resting between my breasts. I stiffen in surprise. What the...

His fingertips twitch against my shoulder blades and he readjusts his lower half, slowly stirring to consciousness.

My wolf sighs in content at his embrace. I quietly enjoy it, too, not having to think about why I hate him at this very moment. I glide my fingers up and down his exposed, muscled back, to which he hugs me tighter. My wolf purrs lowly. I comb his sleek hair with my other hand. At this, Aramis nuzzles his face into my breast more, unconsciously letting out a content sigh. I smile at his passed-out form. I wonder what he would do if he knew how stupidly adorable he looked right now. He would probably...

I come to my senses, logic suddenly awakening. This man who's wrapped around me so tight is using me. Using me for an Alpha throne.

I push Aramis off of my body with force, rolling out of the bed. He awakens rudely at this, pelting straight up, his wolf searching for what so quickly took his mate from his side.

I stalk into the bathroom, and shut the door. It's when I turn around that I realize I'm naked.

So he moved me to his room in the middle of the night and took my panties off like some creep?

I huff in and out. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. When I open my eyes they immediately fall on the hot pink toothbrush on the counter, the bristles dry with invisible toilet scum and filthy water from yesterday when I had so irately swirled the stupid stick in the toilet bowl. I growl as I throw the closet door open, a loud bang sounding as the door smacks a metal towel rack.

Aramis pokes his head into the doorway. He gives me a once-over to make sure I'm alright, pausing over my more feminine features. The scent of his subdued arousal drifts over to me. I glare at him and he looks away before closing the door again.

Stupid male.

Stupid horny male.

I seethe with frustration as I smell my own cloud of desire. God damn it. It's like my wolf has no shame. She yips once again in my chest. She's been yipping nonstop since I locked eyes with Aramis. I know what she wants.

I shake my head, storming out of the bathroom after I roughly brush my teeth.

Aramis is zipping his fly as I emerge, naked, stalking off to my dresser. I feel his lusty gaze, hot against my bare skin, but I ignore it and shove through the drawers. I finally throw a purple bra and a black thong on the bed, with a striped t-shirt and some jeans.

Aramis moves into the bathroom as I shimmy into the light-wash pants, unable to look at me anymore. I scrunch my nose up at the obvious scent of his desire. His wolf is no better than mine. Shameless. I click my tongue in annoyance.