All Chapters of Offered to the Cursed Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Arianna’s POVThe moment my lips crashed against his, it was like a dam breaking. Every ounce of tension, every hot glance, every unsaid word that had built up between us over the past few weeks poured into that kiss. I wasn’t sure who was hungrier—me or him—but the second he responded, I lost all sense of control.Ryker’s hands slid to my waist, gripping me with a force that sent a shiver down my spine. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as I pressed my body against his, desperate for more. He groaned into my mouth, deep and guttural, and the sound sent heat rushing straight between my legs.His tongue brushed against mine, slow and teasing at first, but then it became a battle for dominance—one he clearly intended to win and I had no restrictions. His hands roamed my body, one moving up my spine while the other gripped my hip, pressing me impossibly closer. My thin shirt was the only barrier between us, but I felt everything—his warmth, the hardness of his muscles, the

Arianna’s POVI took a slow, deep breath. Then another.It was just an evening out. Nothing more.Not a date.Not anything that should have had my heart racing like I was about to do something that would change my life forever.I had spent more time getting ready than I wanted to admit, but that was only because I hadn’t known where we were going. That was all. I had to find the right outfit—not too dressed up, not too casual. Nothing about this was special.At least, that was what I had told myself.Yet, here I was, standing in front of my door, trying to convince myself that Ryker didn’t matter enough to affect me. That what had happened earlier wasn’t still lingering in my mind, and setting every nerve ending of my body on fire.That I wasn’t still aching for his touch.I exhaled sharply and yanked the door open.And my world stopped.Ryker stood there, inches away, hand still on the door handle. His eyes met mine, and something passed between us. Then, his gaze dropped.He dragge

Ryker’s POVA sucker.That’s what I was.There was no other way to explain why I gave in so easily, why I found myself saying “yes” before she even asked. She had barely even looked at me, just that small, barely-there gleam of anticipation in her eyes, and suddenly, I was agreeing to whatever she wanted.Heck, if she asked for my heart on a gold platter then, I would have handed it right to her.I watched as she practically bounced in her seat, her cheeks barely containing her excitement, and I almost laughed. She was still such a child in some ways, so easily thrilled by the little things. It was… refreshing to see. She was so innocent. And yet, the darker part of me—the part that was never really at rest—enjoyed something else entirely. It liked the thought of her beneath me, eyes hazy and lips parted as I dragged every last bit of that innocence away.The thought alone had my body tightening in response.Fuck.I exhaled sharply, shifting in my seat as the ache in my groin settled

Arianna’s POVBy the time I was down to my last bite of chocolate ice cream, my stomach was warm, my legs bounced giddily, my cheeks still slightly sore from laughing too much. The game of making up stories about strangers had lasted longer than I expected, mostly because Ryker kept coming up with the most absurdly logical explanations for everything.Like the old couple sharing a banana split? He was adamant they were long-lost siblings who had only reunited last year and now met up every Friday to make up for lost time.“I still can’t believe you don’t see the romance in that,” I muttered, licking the last bit of ice cream off my spoon.“They’re eating dessert, not writing a love poem,” he said dryly.I huffed, placing my spoon down. “You have no imagination.”“And yet, I just beat you at your own game,” he countered smoothly.I narrowed my eyes at him, but before I could retort, he suddenly reached forward, his hand brushing against my face.I froze.His thumb swiped over the tip o

Arianna’s POVBy the time he returned, I was barely holding myself together.I sat stiffly, my hands clenched into my lap, enduring whatever absurd conversation the women had dived into now—something about wedding dresses and the importance of a man being dominant in a relationship.I had no will to live.But then—finally—his scent filled my nostrils, and I snapped my head up.Ryker strolled toward me, looking entirely too at ease, his hands in his pockets, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.I was on my feet in an instant—pure, murderous rage fueling me even though I was exhausted.“Where the hell have you been?” I demanded, glaring daggers at him.He stopped a few feet away, tilting his head. “Missed me that much?”Oh. Oh.I was going to strangle him. In public.Before I could unleash my full wrath, he casually glanced around. “What? You wanted to stay out longer, didn’t you?”I opened my mouth—then shut it just as fast.Because when I turned my head ever so slightly, I caught sight o