Chapter 114
Chapter 114
For someone of his status to not have been involved with anyone seems so unrealistic.
He’s a man of high stature in both name and character.
He was attractive, powerful, an Alpha and ranked one in pack standings. There’s no way there weren’t
any women out there that wanted to have him for themselves. I was certain some had event been bold
enough to dere it with him, so was he the one who turned them down? Had he chosen to stay single
rather than allowing himself the pleasure of physical intimacy?
“Why…”
I find myself whispering. Its not even a a question at this point. It’s a concept I can’t grasp. He chuckles
softly, taking my hand in his as he rubs his thumb soothingly across my skin. The pad of his fingers
runs over my knuckles, dipping around the curves and then rising up to move to the other knuckle.
“Probably the same reason you strayed away. I’m an Alpha. Alphas can’t have distractions.”
“So what’s the difference with this?”
Raizel catches my eyes.
“Everything. Everything is.”
Taking my hand, he lifts it toward his face and kisses my wrist. He doesn’t drop it, instead he moves.
my hand to cup his cheek. His own covering mine in a warm embrace.
“You’re not a distraction. You’re the real thing.”
I feel a cra ck.
A cr ack in my chest.
And then another.
And another.
And another.
But it’s not the kind of cr acks I felt Landon give me. Not the kind of cr acks that tore my heart into
pieces. It doesn’t hurt. It’s almost exhrating.
It’s not my heart breaking. This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.
It’s my inner guards.
“How are you so sure?”
I ask him, squeezing his cheek in my hand.
“How are you so sure you aren’t mistaking this?”
He merely shrugs, pulling my hand from his face and drags my palm over his chest. The pounding of
his heart jolts down the tips of my fingers. The thin fabric isn’t enough of a barrier to stop me from
feeling him. The rhythmic pattern of his heart beats brings me endless tranquility. The way his body
heaves as he breathes in, enthralls me.
“This tells me so.”
It continues chipping away. The guard I’ve put up around my heart is slowly crumbling to my feet.
“I don’t know much about our pace, but to me, now is good. How about you?”
His eyes hold no deceit. He genuinely cares for my response. I feel like if I asked him to wait for two
years, he would. I’m almost certain. The strange connection I feel with him, assures me he would. I
slowly nod, putting down all my cards and slide my hands around his chest so I could pull him into a
hug. He wordlessly allows me to, burying his nose in the crook of my neck as the side of my face
presses against his chest. My arms lift to wrap around him just as his does. The heart beats I loved
feeling under my fingers, beating directly into my ear as I breathe him in.
“Now is good. Now is perfect.”
Noah’s POV
“I’m just saying, if the Alpha ends up pregnant, I should have Godfather rights.”
I fold my arms across my chest. The thick tension over all of us, suffocating. I feel all of their hostility,
the envy and the burning hatred for me. These fools think they stand a chance. They all want my
position. I know they do. But they can’t have it. Not when I had the ultimate defense they couldn’t go
against or deflect.
“I called dibs.”
Seriously, no one respects the art of dibs anymore.
Weston rolls his eyes, shaking his head in defiance. The man was a viin. He’s standing near the
firece, curiously inspecting a few pictures at the top of the shelf above it. Which, by the way, I told
him to stop doing a few times. I didn’t want germs all over our precious family pictures.
But does he listen?
No.
Now I have to disinfect the frames from Westonitis.
Meredith and Chancellor Williams were sitting at the couch in the living room. Both of which, look
amused and slightly desperate for Weston to shut up. I agree. The boy talks too much.
We decided to take refuge here after hearing the threat my lovely Alpha warranted. As much as we
would love to eavesdrop, none of us were looking for an early death sentence. Honestly, I don’t know if
I’m lucky or not to have been the one stumbling in that little scene. Sure I love me some gossip and I
would die for some tea to spill, but that was just….
I don’t even want to think about it.
“Uhm, no. I’m afraid that role is filled by yours truly.”
I look to Weston whose face reminds me so much of sand.
Salty.
Dry.
And….
I hate sand.
“Why would I want you to be mine? You don’t see people wanting s hit, do you?”
I ask.
“It’s an expression, a sshole.”
“An expression that gives anyone nightmares, dum bass.”
I hear Meredith’s faint ‘oh s hit’ in the background when Weston lunges at me. I dodge and just before
anything can happen, the Chancellor is right in-between us with both arms raised.