All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S CAPTIVE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

While I take in the deep, ragged claw lines severing Jade's pale honey skin, my voice is so low it's nearly a whisper.He gives me a quick glance, but I can't take my eyes off his ripped and bleeding skin."After I got Finn into his office, I had to go back to being human."I have to work hard to slow down my breathing since it's too rapid. "Why?"It's a strange phenomenon, but hands are useful for closing doors.I look up from his back to meet his eyes, drawn by the dark humour in his voice. I observe him for a moment, then I'm not sure what else I want to do. Tell him to get over his foolishness of putting himself in danger by moving into a potentially fatal situation. for myself.Maybe give him a kiss. for the identical cause.Either that or approach Finn's office and hurl a chair in his direction.That is not what I do. I turn and move towards the first aid box that Dan had been searching in before applying a bandage to my wrist.God, it seems like it was thousands of years ago al

I can feel the heat pouring from his order. Or perhaps it's the way his eyes feel on me. He disappears for a little moment before reappearing to wipe a towel between my knees, down my back, and over the curvature of my ass.With one arm wrapped around my midsection as though he knows I need assistance getting up, he presses his mouth to the back of my head and remains there, caressing my sensitive skin and making me burn all over again."You're being very..." He sweeps the towel up and over my breasts, and I take a big intake. "Thorough."I sense a smile forming on his lips. "Is that you saying you want me to stop, angel eyes?"A little smile spies itself on my mind. "Don't you dare?"This girl—who is she? She doesn't sound at all like Amanda, so I ask myself."Well, perhaps you should—" A savage snarl stops him in his tracks.My entire body tenses up. Gabriel. What the hell was I thinking when I forgot?When Jade wraps his arm around me more tightly, I start to pull away. "What did

Heat rises in his eyes and his nostrils flare.I suppose there is more to this attraction than meets the eye."I was trying to be courteous," Dan murmurs, stealing my attention from Jade as he rubs his shoulder and wears a pained expression.Jade gives me a snort and then comes charging over to hop into the bed next to me. I tense up, hoping he doesn't kiss me while holding Dan there, but I also want him to do a lot more.Jade looks at me for a long moment, then turns to look at Dan. "You were correct."My gaze shifts from Jade to Dan and back again. "Approximately what?"Before I flash the room, the bedsheet slips down and I grab at it to pull it up.Dan leans against the wall across from me, still wearing the same white shirt and pants he must have been wearing for the past few days, unlike Jade, who has taken to making himself comfortable next to me in the queen-sized bed. I'm fairly certain he has a stain of blood on his shoulder from the time he carried me back to his flat after

AmandaDense. That's my sentiment. As if I were swallowing a mountain and plummeting to the ocean floor.A small voice murmurs in my thoughts, "But that's not what's happening, Amanda, even though you wouldn't mind if it did."Cool water lases my perspiration and makes me feel heavy.I had to leave this place. I had to leave, even if he punishes me for it.I stumble over the hem of my sweatpants, which are trying to trip me, as I feel my way out of the shower cubicle, blinded by my sopping hair.I can breathe a little easier now that I'm out of the constant chilly spray.Superior. Not flawless. but superior."Grab her." I hear Darius's voice, cold and uninterested, as my fingers are about to close the glass shower door. "From here, I can still smell their stench."Apparently occupied with a text message.And the smell, which must be Jade and Dan's, must be stuck to the sweatpants and hooded top I put on before I raced away from them—straight into the arms of a monster.However, my mon

However, Darius did not put me in his bed, carry me out of the shower, or wipe me off with a towel out of comfort. As I curl into myself and battle against the chills coursing through my body, comfort is the last thing from my mind.His smell fills this flat from corner to corner. None more so than the spot where he sleeps every night.And everything in this flat, including myself, including the blankets and the bed, belongs to him.I smell like leather and cedar right now, plus that intangible something else that would give you the impression that someone was wealthy without them having to utter a word. His linens are heavy withsmells that cling to me. Alongside the despised man I stand next to, there's a hateful stench.He runs his hand down the middle of my back and up my spine, brushing aside my long dark hair, still moist from my icy shower. Felix's whips left me with a lot of scars, so I'm not sure which one he's tracing, but I'm quite sure it's one."I should give you thanks f