All Chapters of Alpha Rasmus: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"Who is behind you?" She shrieked in a low dramatic tone as her eyes went wide like she was seeing a ghost who was standing beside him.Rasmus remained calm. He knew there was no one behind him. She was acting just to get out of his clutches. He could only inhale her scent and hear her heartbeat which was increasing with each passing second."Is that my shirt?" He asked with a cocked brow. He knew exactly what that was. She looked anywhere but at him as she nibbled at her bottom lip."No," she mumbled meekly.His eyes darted towards the dresser and it clicked in his mind. Jerking her close he reached for the shirt in her hand. Grabbing it, he pulled the fabric holding it between them.His cologne was all over the shirt and he didn't know why but his wolf purred in response. His own heart did a slight pitter-patter in his chest.She snatched the shirt from his hand and glared at him. "It's mine. Remember you gave it to me, now you ain't gonna

Catherine was setting the table for dinner when the main door was slammed shut with a loud bang. The utensils in her hand were about to drop but she clutched them tightly, for a second her heart dropped thinking Richard found her.Adriel was in his room. With bated breath she padded out of the kitchen and relief washed over her when she noticed Rasmus's back as he toed out of his shoes, kicking them under the bench. Her breath hitched when he turned around. There was blood on his eyebrow and the corner of his lips.She strutted forward, concern inscribed all over her face. "What happened to you?" Her voice was soft, full of fret. His eyes flashed with an obscure emotion. His jaw clenched tightly.Before her hand could touch his face, he snatched her wrist mid-air and tugged it away but still held it in a tight grasp

Catherine lay on her bed as she stared at the ceiling with a small smile playing on her lips. Emma was such a wonderful lady. She chatted nonstop like Catherine and their positive vibes matched a lot. Catherine couldn't help but think about Amelia. If she was alive, she would've been the same age as Emma with faint wrinkles on the outer edge of her eyes. That beautiful smile and those same twinkling eyes. Rasmus didn't know how lucky he was to have both of his parents with him. She couldn't help but wonder if things would've been different if Amelia was alive. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach when the deepest darkest memory raked her head and once again she found herself in that crashed car. She shook her head abruptly and sat up straight. "Don't go down

Rasmus had to take a cold shower but it didn't help either. He tried his very best to calm himself down but nothing helped and in the end he had to satisfy himself at the filthy imagination of him claiming Catherine. Her sweet little moans as he pounds into her and then she would scream his name in that sweet melodic voice of hers and he came all over the tiled wall. Breathing heavily he grabbed the showerhead and washed away the wall.He dried his body with a towel. Wearing his boxers and sweats, he came into his room, grabbing a whiskey and a glass, he plopped down on the couch and sighed. Pouring himself a glass, he chugged it all down in one go.Her words rang in his head like a mantra. She said that so easily, as all this lethal attraction between them was nothing for her except some wild fun.He didn't know wh

Catherine did a little bit of cleaning of the house and after that, she went into her room to get ready for the party.She took her time in the shower. After a warm relaxing shower, she wrapped the towel around her body and stepped out.She decided to go for the makeup first. She only bought one lip color and mascara from yesterday's shopping. She applied two dots of lip color on her cheeks and smudged them so it would look like a blush. She dons a thick layer of mascara which makes her brown irises stand out. Then she colored her lips with lip color and tada. She was done with her makeup.The dress was delivered in the morning. She wore the dress and it fits her perfectly. She looked beautiful. She blow-dried her hair and made a messy bun. Pulling out a few strands to frame her face. She stared at her earlobes. She