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i kissed him

Rina ZanteFeet shuffled into Michalis Gallery, the workshop where we art students created pieces. Once everyone settled in, the professor dished out his instructions yet again. We were to paint using any medium, and make use of any style we'd learnt so far. Surrealism was my choice. I guessed what they said was true. That passion was a driving force. It made you keep going even when the zeal was lost. My love for painting and the desire to teach it were the reason I was here despite all that'd happened. And in spite of the fact I'd be rudely reminded of the worst day of my life because of a particular face. I didn't wrestle for a spot like everyone did. No energy for that; I dreaded people now. As luck may have it, there was an unoccupied space facing the corridor at the far end of the gallery. And even more awesomely, it was secluded. The dots connected quickly. No one took it because Professor Carlo, the no-nonsense patriarch, had his seat close. I got to the spot and laid out
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surprised?

Vincenzo MorenoI shoved water out of the way as I made a beeline to the other end of the pool. The seventh time I did so. On getting there, I pierced to the surface and slid a hand across my face. A few blinks later, I spotted an object in the sunshade opposite. Dragging my gaze away, I pushed out of the pool.My focus returned to the object; even when a guard brought in my towel, I didn't look away. Drying up, I walked towards the shade. A thought descended from nowhere. A wish. I wished Rina had been here to see me pull myself out of the pool. My dripping body to her full glare. Humour stretched my lips as I imagined how flustered she'd have been. The tray would have slipped from her hold, and she'd work frantically to clear the mess. Then, I'd claim her by the waist and kiss away the embarrassment. When I got to the shade, I picked up the glass of juice with the intention of picking her scent. Though faint, it entranced me. I laid on the lounge, partly sipping the drink and pa
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doesn't feel right

Vincenzo MorenoShe blinked. Pushing down fright or whatever it was down her throat, she moved. But stopped several inches away. "Close to me." At the end, what separated us was nothing more than an inch. I crossed over to her, looking on blankly as her lashes fluttered. At least she didn't pull away. I brought her to my chest, getting washed with something similar to relief. I was finally united with Rina."I didn't mean for any of that to happen."I kissed her crown. My lovely vanilla whiff diving into my nostrils. I pressed her deeper into my chest. Soft, fleshy body glued to me. "Can you forgive me?" Loosening the embrace, I tipped her chin. To my delight, she held my gaze. "Can you?"Her gaze was frozen for a moment, before she swallowed, looking away. Then, just when I was about nursing a sore chest, she nodded. Her response didn't please me, however. For one, it was stiff. "You haven't. Nothing I said touched you?""I have."I stared at the tears that danced on her
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no wonder

Rina Zante"You don't want to be his maid anymore," the Luna said, more direct than my 'I would like to regain my former position'. "Yes, Luna." "Well, you weren't his maid in the first place. What's going on is a mere play, and I've always been curious about the end." The stretch of silence pulled me to lift my gaze. And there, right before me was a scrutinizing look. I knew I shouldn't avoid eye contact; I couldn't help it. "What happened?"I shook my head. "Nothing at all. I simply would like to resume work as a regular maid.""After all this while, you've suddenly decided to do your job. Rina, do I look stupid?" I took a moment to garner composure before speaking. "There's nothing fishy, Luna. I just want to work like everyone else.""Are you scared of telling on him?" Another sprinkle of silence—which I didn't care to investigate its cause—dropped. "You shouldn't be," Luna's voice finally broke in. "He is my son and I know how difficult he can be. I was the one who employed
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leave me alone

Rina ZanteI almost blamed myself; but put a stop on it. I was done doing that. I. . . I couldn't be blamed. No, I never imagined he would go that far. I never knew he was worse than a demon. I left the bathroom, fuelling with rage, and snatched my bags from the bed. As though this evening wasn't already worse, the door opposite opened just as I stepped into the corridor. If I could, I'd have gouged my eyes out for picking up that disgusting figure before me. But I couldn't. What, however, was in my power, was the ability to walk away. And when my name left his lips, oh how bad was the urge to turn around and punch that stupid mouth of his. "I'm talking to you."I spun around, as soon as he laid his hands on me, and pushed him. Hard on the chest. "Don't touch me. Leave me alone, you…" sick thing!"Excuse me?""I said, leave me alo—" His dirty hands covered my lips and he dragged me into the lounge. Despite the resistance I put up with. Pushing me in, he closed the door. "Are you
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are you okay?

Rina ZanteA gentle tap came to my arm, closely followed by a voice."Rina. Wake up." I must have told her I'd wake because she left. Her voice came not long afterwards. Forcing my eyes open."Rina! Get up from that bed now." I heaved off the bed to sit upright, a low grunt leaving my throat. I didn't feel like leaving this bed. Right now, I badly wished I could turn back the hands of time to eight hours ago. "My goodness. You are still sitting there." "It's okay. I'm already getting up." Gosh. Standing up was like hauling an elephant. My entire body seemed to have tripled in size. As though pumps and pumps of liquid lead had been injected into me. I couldn't quite get it—the reason. Yet, I didn't worry much. I did have a heavy dinner, and unwisely very late. Working against the urge to doze off, I turned around and arranged my bed. Along the line, I had an overwhelming sense of presence and upon investigating, I came face-to-face with Mammà's scathing look. She held the glar
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pregnant

Rina ZanteI readjusted my head on Mamma's shoulder, receiving her gentle caress across my lap.The nausea and dizziness had long died; though I still felt weak. Whatever the problem was, my senses had been activated. Particularly that of smell. I'd found it difficult to have breakfast. Minus the nausea, the smell of baked beans and sausage had reeked. They'd filled my nostrils. "Miss Zante?" the nurse called, drawing my attention and signaling my turn to see the doctor. Mammà helped me up. Joining hands with her, we walked over to the room across. A middle aged man welcomed us with a smile. Doctor Mario Tommaso as written on a plaque, on the table. He ushered us into our seats, and still carrying a smile, he asked, "How can I help you?""It's my daughter. She woke up feeling unwell," Mamma said. The doctor's eyes swept to me. Without him speaking, I stated my case. Told him almost everything, reserving my sore breasts to just myself. I couldn't imagine laying such complaints
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rejection

Vincenzo Moreno". . .the blast which occurred on Wednesday is said to have claimed lives in the tens. The number, sadly, will likely rise. Currently, the operations of Gaspare Moreno Airways are at a standstill. Investigation is ongoing to break the perpetrators to book."The focus shifted to what used to be one of Padre's babies. The mighty structure had now been reduced to a charred mass, litters of scraps and the color 'ash'. "Many have decried the situation, stating their loved ones were involved. . ."I frowned just as the rest of the words trailed off. A guy then popped up on the screen, his mouth moving,"I can't believe this is happening. The day before, I spoke with my sister's husband, Carl. We had big plans for the trip to Thailand. Now, he is no more. What's even crazier is the fact that I wouldn't have been here speaking to you if not for the stomach bug I had."The reporter carried on, "Many can't bring themselves to speak. The only pointer to their hurt being a downcas
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he will hurt you

Rina ZanteHe'd paid a visit again. Evil in its truest form. Not hidden under the veil of pleasure, but raw, crude evil. His room oozed of dark vileness. The heavy stench flying into my nostrils, striking up a maternal instinct within me: the health of my baby. The stench could harm it.I boiled in rage. Angry, I had seen the baby as mine, not ours. As though I'd impregnated myself. As if I had wanted a child in the first place. My dark emotions reinforced the evil by thickening the putrid air.Evil was glued to his skin. His face red, the heat emanating from it almost cooked me alive. Yet, I didn't falter outwardly. Inside, my system shook. But, I didn't leave his room because I had nowhere to go. "It's yours," I tried again, now at the point of pulling out my hair in frustration. "The child is yours, Vincenzo. I haven't slept with anyone else." He knew I was right but the demon in him would rather be cast to Hades than let him admit to that. However, I didn't back down. I woul
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can't change the past

Vincenzo MorenoI knew for a fact I liked Rina. I admired her with every bit of my being. The breath she exhaled—I could comfortably take in. The floor she walked on, a spot my lips could kiss. It beat me how the feelings hadn't died considering I had slept with her. Rather than lose interest and see her as nothing more than a cheap fuck I had at my disposal, I became more drawn to her. More fascinated with her. I couldn't place a finger on the defining feature, but Rina was everything a guy would want in a woman. I threw my closet open and picked up an outfit. Flinging it to the bed, I stood akimbo and stared. I imagined Rina seated here. On the bed, with a magazine in her hand. She looked up from what could be a write-up about Women's Health. Not that I knew what she liked; but she looked like someone who read such. She blessed my sight with a beautiful smile and there I was, crawling close. Going to offer a token of my love to her. It was a kiss motivated by anything but lust.
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