All Chapters of Hiding From My Possessive Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

We returned home at the crack of dawn. Thankfully, everyone was still asleep. I opened the door as soon as he killed the engine. He had ditched his limo back at the cottage and opted for a small car in order to avoid unnecessary attention. But before I could step out, he stopped me by grabbing my wrist. Confused, I turned my face to look at him. Instead of saying anything, he let his eyes run along the length of my body. His appraising gaze paused on my chest and a smirk fell over his firm mouth. I didn't need to glance down to figure out what he was staring so proudly at. Mr. beast had left a giant hickey on the top of my left breast. He had put it on me when I was out like a light. Miffed, I pulled up the neckline, hiding the mark from him. Thankfully, he had given me another dress which was decent alongwith undergarments before we set out for home. At my move, his smirk hardened before he lifted his gaze to me. My heart gave a violent lurch when I caught a ominous warning brewing

"Damn it, Eva," I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes in relief as my cock shot ribbons after ribbons cum. Some of the hot sticky liquid fell on the back of my hands and the rest hit the wet floor. My skin was scorching and my brain was muddled with thoughts of her. Eva. This woman has my hormones raging. I am undeniably drawn to her. She is on my mind 24/7. Her lips, her hair, her body, her soul, everything calls out to me. My cock readily sticks up in attention everytime I sense her presence around me. Everything about her is just beautiful. She is both gentle and fierce. She is naive but not immature. She is clumsy too but in a cute way. In a way that makes me crave her more. It makes me want to fuck her brains out in MY bed and ground my scent into every pore of her being. I want her to smell like me. She should carry my scent along wherever she goes so that others know she is claimed and out of their reach. Claimed by the Invictus. Even though her scent isn't the mo

I looked up Dyslexia on my phone and studied a few articles on it. I made Penny write a few random lines and this time I couldn't not ignore the similarities between her writing and the one I saw in pictures. My heart sank. I couldn't help but wonder if Zavion was right. What if she indeed has dyslexia? I stared at the paper in shock and utter dismay. I had no idea what to do about it now? Fuck, I didn't even know this thing existed. Which doctor should I take her to? Does this place has some nice doctors? "Mom?" Penny pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see her standing in front of me. She was looking at me, confused. My Penny always senses her mother's distress. I smiled at her and gathered her tiny body on my lap. "Mom is making apple pie today. Does Penny want some?" I gently brushed her baby hair away from her face and cradled her soft chubby cheek. Her eyes instantly sparkled with joy at the mention of apple pie. "Yes," she bounced on my lap joyously. I chuckled at

Rage ran red through my brain when I realised what that mark was. Someone had touched her, hurt her. Someone had put their filthy mouth on my Sugar Plum. The realisation like a hot burning knife drove through my insides. My fury hardened into a fatal resolve. I had never felt this intense lust for someone's blood before as I did right now. NEVER. I will kill whoever had dared to lay their hands on her. I asked her who was it. Instead of answering, she begin beating around the bush and that didn't help my rage at all. I wanted the name. So that I could place "late" before it. I shut her up by seizing her jaw in a fierce grip and demanded for name in a warning tone. My tone frightened her but I didn't care. She perhaps was expecting me to comfort her but I was way too livid right now. My hands were itching to kill. She took the name and I nearly suffocated on my fury. That bastard. I knew if I stayed any longer here I would do something that would scare her even more. So I stormed ou

I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes. I hate him. He is bipolar. One moment he is fawning over me like I am the queen of his world and in the next he treats me like I am nothing but the dirt under his shoes."Get out," I hissed, barely able to suppress my tears. Rage flared hot in my chest. He is insane, psycho and I hate him. He tsked when he noticed the wobbling of my chin. " Too emotional, too weak for my taste and yet I can't get enough of you," he mused as his intense gaze flickered with need between my mouth and eyes. I couldn't help the tear that escaped my eye. Why can't he just leave me alone if he is so disappointed in me. "Why do you sniff after me like a fucking dog if I am so weak? Just leave me alone then," I snapped and shoved forcefully at his chest with my fists but this mountain of a monster didn't budge an inch. He seized my wrists in his one giant hand and pinned them above my head with ease. Now his one hand was clutching my neck and the other was h