All Chapters of Alpha Axel: The Alpha of Revenge: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Gillian "Faster, please," I moaned into his neck. He was carelessly pounding into me, and I honestly didn't know how long we'd been doing this. "Ah, fuck," he groaned into my ear, making me let out another moan. I held him tighter in my arms, craving his fiery heat. Fuck. I'm definitely going to regret this. How the hell did we even get here? We were just fighting, then drinking, and suddenly we were on the bed, doing what I'd never even imagined. Well, let's turn back time for a few hours. After sharing my story with Cupid, I felt an indescribable feeling of relief. It seems as if a heavy weight was just lifted off my body. But then, it suddenly hit me. How did he know that Jared had been cheating on me all this time? My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at him. He realized the sudden change of mood, so he turned to me with eyes of curiosity. "Do you have anything more to say?" I pursed my lips together and looked him in the eyes. "How long have you known that Jared has

Trigger warning! Sexual coercion Gillian He banged on the door once again, making me flinch. I took a step away from the door and covered my mouth, muffling my breath. Maybe if I stay silent enough, he’ll believe that I’m not here. “Gillian, I know you’re in there. I heard music playing, so I know you’re in there. Don’t make this harder for the two of us, and just let me in,” he said in a shaky voice, triggering an unwanted fear in my body. I quietly walked to my room and locked the door. I then paced back and forth, hoping that the security guards would soon come and help me. But, I guess this is the bad side of living in an old and beat-up apartment. The elevators haven’t been working ever since I came here, and the security guards rarely showed up. I think those are also the reasons why most of the tenants have moved out of this apartment complex. Aside from the deaf old lady in the room by the corner, I was the only one who lived on this floor. That means that I was practica

Cupid I'm fond of Gillian. That much I can confirm. When she's in distress, I want to take away her sadness and carry it as my own. Whenever she’s talking, I can’t help but fawn over her genuine expressions and excited gestures. She looks so passionate and engaging that it makes me very interested in what she is saying. Even right now, she's speaking so passionately as if we aren't on the cold and hard floor. She was lying on top of my chest while my arms rested on her waist. She talked about her last job and how difficult it was to work with the employees there. I was so lost in our conversation that I didn't even notice that Cyrus had already walked inside the house. "WHAT THE FUCK?" he screamed as he saw our current position. From a stranger's point of view, we must have looked very promiscuous. I mean, she is literally on top of me while our faces are very near to each other. Gillian quickly stood up, and I followed. We smoothed down our clothes and then turned to

Gillian This was the first time that I've seen Cupid like this. He was usually calm, composed—like nothing can really phase him, but right now, he was a stammering, blushing mess. "I—I...What are you talking about?" he spluttered. I kept my face serious since I wanted to see him get flustered for a little longer. “I'm just kidding," I finally said when I saw that he couldn't find the right words. I let out a giggle when I saw him become even more embarrassed than before. "Why are you so embarrassed? It was just a joke," I chuckled. He cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair. "Y—yeah. I was joking too." I raised one of my eyebrows. "Now that you don't seem so uptight as before, do you want to talk about why you've been avoiding me since yesterday?" He coughed out and then patted his chest. "What do you mean? I'm not ignoring you,” he awkwardly said. "Are you sure?" He sighed. "Yes. I'm just...tired." "Did Cyrus say something to you or something? Or maybe

Gillian There has been an implicit change in Cupid and I's relationship. After having sex in his car yesterday, we did it once again in his room. It was different from the first time that we had sex, and I honestly didn't know what to feel about it. It somehow felt more...special. It was now the next morning, and I struggled to open my eyes because I was engulfed by immense warmth. I snuggled closer to the warmth and heard a deep chuckle when I did so. I looked up and saw Cupid looking down at me with amused eyes. "What's up?" I awkwardly said. He once again chuckled, sending vibrations down my entire body. "Everything's good," he said. "Do you mind?" he pointed towards my hand. I looked at the position on my hands and saw that my right hand was right on top of his crotch. I quickly withdrew it away and untangled my body from him. "Sorry," I muttered under my breath. He sat up from his bed. "No worries. Do you want some breakfast?" "Yeah, sure," I mindlessly said.