Chapter Eleven: On His Thigh

Avery's POV 

I moved cautiously towards Alpha Red, my mind still reeling from the sudden change in his behavior. I sat down on his lap, trying to process what was happening. He wrapped a protective arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

My heart skipped a beat as I felt his warmth and strength envelop me. I was still alarmed by the sudden change in his personality, and I wondered if he was just messing with me. But as I looked up at him, I saw something in his eyes that gave me pause.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, trying to keep my voice steady.

Alpha Red looked at me with an innocent expression, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I'm holding you,” he said, his voice low and gentle. “Does it bother you?”

I felt a flutter in my chest as I looked at him. There was something about the way he was holding me, something about the way he was looking at me, that made me feel… safe. It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling, and it left me feeling unbalanced because the last thing I should feel in his arms was safety. 

“How was your rest last night?” He asked.

I immediately turned to look at him, expecting to see some kind of smirk or mocking glint in his eye. But to my surprise, he seemed completely serious.

Still confused, I replied, “It was okay.” But he just nodded, his expression unreadable.

“Why did you call me here?” I asked him, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Alpha Red's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said, his voice low and rough.

I snorted, trying to hide my fear. “I don't feel the same,” I said, attempting to sound nonchalant.

However, as soon as the words left my lips, Alpha Red's grip on my waist tightened. I panicked, wondering if I had pushed him too far again. I could still remember what happened every time he was on the edge, and I didn't want to trigger another outburst.

I held my breath, waiting to see how he would react. But Alpha Red just looked at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

In a desperate attempt to distract him from my previous snappy response, I blurted out a question. “Why are you doubling security?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Alpha Red watched me for a while, his eyes piercing and intense. I concluded that he wouldn't answer me, that he would just ignore my question like he always did. But then, to my surprise, he spoke.

“The full moon is coming,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “I need to make sure the pack is safe.”

As he spoke, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I felt a tingling sensation at his touch, and my heart skipped a beat. I tried to pull away from him, to put some distance between us. But his grip on my waist only tightened.

“Stay with me,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

I swallowed, feeling my toes curl. I didn't know what he wanted from me, or why he was being so gentle and affectionate. But I knew that I couldn't resist him, not when he looked at me with those piercing eyes and touched me with those rough, gentle hands.

Alpha Red's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing and intense. “Do you still fear me?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

This time, I didn't flinch or look away. I watched him in silence, my eyes searching for answers. And then, I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, I'm scared of you.”

His expression didn't change, but I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Maybe it was anger, or perhaps it was something else. But before he could react, I asked him another question, one that had been burning inside me for so long.

“Why?” I asked, my voice shaking with emotion. “Why did you have to go to such lengths to hurt me? Why did you abduct me from my home, almost kill me, and… and try to rape me every time you got angry?”

The room fell silent, and Alpha Red's brows drew together in a fierce scowl. He didn't reply, didn't even move. He just sat there, his eyes fixed on mine, his expression unreadable.

I sensed that he wasn't going to respond to my questions, so I finally pulled away from him. To my surprise, he let me go willingly, without even trying to hold me back. I took that as his answer — he didn't want to acknowledge his past actions, didn't want to explain why he had hurt me so badly.

I felt a surge of anger towards him, anger that he could so callously disregard my feelings and my well-being. His actions had been inexcusable, unforgivable, and yet he seemed to think that he could just ignore the past and move on.

But my anger wasn't just directed at Alpha Red. I was also angry at myself, angry that I had let my guard down around him, angry that I had sat on his lap and let him touch me. I had felt something for him, something that I couldn't quite explain, and that realization made me feel sick to my stomach.

I turned to him, my eyes blazing with anger and determination. “I lied,” I spat, my voice venomous. “I will never feel safe around you. Not until you tell me why you had to go to such lengths to hurt me. Why you abducted me, why you tried to break me. Until I know the truth, I will never stop fearing you.”

I took a deep breath, my chest heaving with emotion. “And I swear to you, Alpha Red, that as long as I am in your kingdom, I will never stop hating you. You may have power over my body, but you will never have power over my heart or my mind. I will always resist you, always fight against you, until I am free from your grasp.”

A gasp escaped my lips when he was suddenly in front of me, his movements swift and menacing. He swept the papers off his desk, sending them scattering to the floor. Before I could react, he had me pinned against the table, his body trapping mine.

“What are you doing?” I tried to speak, but my words were inaudible as fear gripped my heart.

I felt a surge of fear as he leaned down to whisper in my ear. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine as he spoke. “I don't care about your heart,” he whispered, his voice low and menacing. “All I want is your pussy.”

My nose wrinkled in disgust, but unexpected heat settled between my legs at his filthy words. I felt like gagging.

I struggled against him, trying to break free from his grasp. But he was too strong, and he held me firmly in place.

“Stop daring me,” he growled, his eyes flashing with warning. “I only wanted to spend some time with you, but you just had to ruin the moment.”

My throat burned when he wrapped his hand around it but not tight enough to strangle me but enough to send warning signals down my spine. “I'm not a gentleman, Avery,” he said, his voice measured.

I glared up at him, my heart pounding with anger. “I never said you were a gentleman,” I spat.

I flinched when a slow smirk stretched the corner of his mouth, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Well, I'm glad we at least agree on one thing,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.