Semua Bab The One True Alpha: Bab 91 - Bab 100

~ E V E R E T T ~I didn’t want our dance to end. I never wanted anything of ours to end. The squabbles. The banter. The teasing.Even the odd nice moments we’d shared. All of it. Amelia’s face was still, but her eyes showed me everything; they showed me her disappointment in me cutting our dance short. As much as I didn’t want to, I had to. That desire to hurt her still lingered, weak but hungry for that savage urge. It was only so long that I could hold it back.A drink. I needed a drink, or two or three…The only problem with numbing the desire to hurt her with alcohol was that, in doing so, it loosened up another desire I had for her. Something entirely opposite to the hurt I craved for her. Something I knew she wouldn’t want with me.Drink.Approaching the bar, I got my usual whiskey, triple, and stood at the end of the bar, opposite where Amelia had gone to get her drink. I watched her as she paced over to hide in a corner as she watched the ball and sipped her drink—or maybe

~ A M E L I A ~Without hesitating, Everett ripped my dress from the hole where the wound was located. I gaped down to see he only made it slightly larger, but I knew the dress was ruined beyond repair. A stupid thing to care about in the grand scheme of things, but I needed to think about anything aside from the burning sensation of the wolfsbane coursing through my veins.Grazing a finger around my wound, Everett breathed in deeply, ‘Don’t move. I need to wash the wolfsbane out of your wound to give you a chance to heal.’Staying silent, tears were still streaming down my face as I watched the serious and worried expression on his face. I could tell he was trying to mask it, to keep a brave face for me, but it was obvious I needed more medical attention than what I was accepting. If I weren’t seriously hurt, Everett would probably be scolding me for acting so stupid. Everett leaned over to the dainty pool, rolling up his sleeve as he rummaged through rocks and shells. Finally, he p

~ A M E L I A ~Lower… lower! I begged in my mind. He was already lower as my mind begged, feathering his tongue around my nipple before lowering his whole mouth over it and sucking as he caressed my other breast with his free hand, gently pinching and twisting my nipple to make them harden in an instant. Then he swapped, giving equal attention to the other breast.Releasing a soft cry, my core became even more saturated with every touch from Everett. He moved back up to my neck, kissing it and dragging his tongue from the nape of my neck towards my earlobe as he rubbed my clit through my underwear, ‘Well, aren’t you soaked, darling, is that all for me?’Ignoring his growing ego, I tugged on his underwear. No clothes. I need no—clothes! On my demand, Everett yanked his underwear, followed by mine, tracing my legs purposely with his fingers to set my body on a fiery thrill more than it already was. His head tilted as he drew himself up my legs again, admiring my glistening centre.

~ A M E L I A ~I was in the shower for so long that I ran out of hot water, which gave me the cold shower I desperately needed. Scrub, scrub, scrubbing with my luffa so much that my skin almost felt raw. Thank goodness that my werewolf healing had been restored. I used an entire bar of soap, yet I could still smell Everett’s scent on me like it was burned inside my nostrils. His sweet and spiced aroma… Fuck. No, don’t think about him. After multiple attempts, I gave up scrubbing and just let the cold water freeze my fired-up skin as I rested my palms on the wall, trying to think about anything but Everett. Trying and failing. Eventually, I hauled myself out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me, rolling it at the top of my chest to allow it to sit comfortably like a dress. Resting my palms on either side of the sink, I tried to balance my breathing, just a simple thought of last night was driving my mind wild. It must be my inner wolf. I could still feel his hands grazing

~ E V E R E T T ~My eyes widened for a moment when the realisation hit. If she had been stabbed by my mother, then she would not be safe here. Not in the pack. Not if my mother really did have anything to do with it. I needed answers. Searching around, I couldn’t physically see Amelia anywhere, but her scent was so potent it was almost like she was right next to me. It was like she was pulling me towards her. Shit. I needed to ingest that beautiful scent of hers, but I also needed to ensure my mother didn’t catch her. She needed to keep thinking Amelia was dead. Why did she want Amelia dead?Then, her scent blew at me in a gust of wind. I turned towards the scent, and she looked so calm and relaxed as if she was oblivious to who she was walking towards. Glancing back at my mother, she hadn’t noticed Amelia. Neither of them had noticed each other, which only made me feel more ruffled about what to do. Amelia was with her friends, Sammy and Kaylee. The two girls hated my guts ever