All Chapters of Alpha's sinful mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I walk out of the car in a mad furry, gripping all my things. My coat, my scars, my tights are somewhere in there too. I am bubbling with spite and anger and I have zero amount of respect or care or love towards Killian right now.So I storm inside the building by myself, knowing damn well he was going to follow. But to my surprise, he doesn’t and as I stop in front of the elevator and look around, he is nowhere to be seen.I’m not sure if this brings more frustration and anger, or I am slowly growing concerned for the man. I look at the blonde woman who is behind the welcoming desk and she seems just clueless as I was as she offers me a smile.The doors of the elevator open and I step away as people get out, waiting to get inside and get home as soon as possible. Just as the last person inside the elevator gets off, I am pushed forward, into the elevator. At first, I panic, but when I feel the faint tobacco smell, I know it’s Killian and I grow a little angry. I stumble forward into

I am once more reminded that this man is a menace to humanity. The sheer stamina, the power, the wish to dominate, conquer and possess. By the time he is done with me, I am barely aware of where or even who I am. I am covered and bruises and bitemarks, in prints of his fingers and marks of his teeth. I could not complain, really, because I had it coming. I knew exactly what I was doing when I run from him.The mating frenzy was not something easily overlooked, and even if I did not feel it as acutely as he did, I was still unnecessarily horny and enjoyed every moment of all of this. I managed to mark him as well, with my nails and my lips.But the marks were barely there and he was already healing. Cursed werewolf genes and regenerative powers. I feel sore and raw between my legs, but satisfied in every possible way. And even if I did not have to get out of the bed, I do wobble out, with cum dripping down my thighs and making my way to the bathroom while Killian dozes off in the bed

For the next few days, Killian is home most of the time. The only time he gets out is when we both go together on a walk or maybe some shopping, or whatever there is needed to be done outside the home. He insisted on going to this big new years eve party and I found myself lacking a proper dress for such an occasion. So, the man insisted on accompanying me when buying one. And after strong, very logical explanations, we do agree on going out together.“I can’t believe I accepted to be part of this.” I murmur as I lean a little closer to the mirror in an attempt to get the damn earring through.“Would you rather we stay home and spend the night watching your favorite hunk on TV?”“Hey!” My voice grows loud as I straighten myself and turn sharply to him. “Henry is not a hunk! That would imply he is stupid! And we both agreed he is nothing like that!” I counter his mean comment and Killian laughs.“Admit it. You only like him in that role because he has white hair, like I do.” He smirks

" I don't think I have any interest in joining the family business ." I say with a half smile, leaning into my seat and crossing my legs under the table, arms both dropping in my lap as I look at him with a relaxed expression.He doesn't seem surprised when I speak. He simply huffs, slightly amused as he shakes his head lightly, the soft curls of his unruly hair moving with him."You know. There's a tricky little thing called obligation. Whether it was stated in your contract or not, these things come for you. They are your responsibility. As the wife of our future leader, you play a very important role. Much like a piece of chess. While most of those around are pawns, with little to no other duty but protection, you stand right by the king's side. And while you have pawns to protect you and your king, your responsibility turns to that of protecting the name, the greatness of the family. " the man speaks with a certain sternness and confidence, his eyes scanning the ballroom, ignoring

For the next few days ( I think. I have completely lost track of time) a maid brings me my food. Demetria doesn't show his face again and I feel completely abandoned. Food doesn't appeal. Nothing appeals. I miss the sun. I miss natural light. I miss my home... I miss my mate. I miss Killian and all his stupid shenanigans. I have grown to miss him so much that everything feela dull and dead.The picture of him falling to his knees, of his strong sturdy body giving in under it's own weight replays so many times in my head that I can't draw the line between the nightmares and the mere memory of it.Screaming and crying and threatening to take my own life have been ignored completely. My throat has been sore for days now and my eyes have dried out from endless tears. I'm not even sure how I feel anymore. I'm almost numb. If the pain stops I'm afraid I'll die too... Maybe numb is not the right word."Killian-" the name leaves my lips in a low breath as I curl tighter around myself, under t