Luna On The Run - I Stole The Alphas Son

Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 52

Feeling the bed move, my head snaps in her direction, and I swallow as she stirs, her eyes blinking open, and now I’m near. She can sense me so much stronger. Her ability to rec- ognize anything other than me in the room with her is com- pletely gone as primal instinct overrules her.

“In this state, she’ll mark us,” Khan reminds me, and you would think satisfaction would rush through me at his words, but only hesitation does instead. I didn’t want her mark by de- fault; I wanted her to give it to me because she felt I was wor- thy of her. Another thing she’ll be angry about when she comes to her senses.

Then there is also the issue of her being extremely fertile, and since I am her mate, it is almost guaranteed that I will knock her up. Just the thought of that makes my stomach twist; I can imagine her hatred, especially with the boys not even a year old. This is not how I imagined her first heat would be. Now I am second-guessing even touching her but also knowing I have no choice.

I guess, I just imagined we would be on good terms by now. That she would want me, but knowing she doesn’t is making this extremely difficult. Even as her lust-filled hazy eyes meet mine, doubt fills me. Am I taking advantage of her? That worries me most: would she wake up tomorrow and think I am just another Jake, another alpha a*shole taking something from her?

Elena purrs, her eyes turning glassy as her senses over- whelm her, and the moment her skin brushes mine, it is like fireworks have exploded on my skin as sparks rush every- where. A feral growl tears out of me, making me lose focus. If it weren’t for Khan in my head, reminding me to focus, I would have answered her calling. Khan is the only thing stopping me

from mating her, and I focus on his voice as she crawls into my lap.

not willing to touch her. Her mouth moves instantly to my skin as she sucks and licks my flesh. Her scent is intoxicating, and now she is awake; her

can’t help it if

her mark be- cause she is driven by senses. I want

sires, and he is the

it; I know

her. I hiss, feeling them slice down my skin

the top drawer of the bedside table, her teeth slice through my bicep, then her face moves to my neck. I drop my chin, stopping her from sinking her teeth

tells her to claim

of old condoms. My face screws up at the thought of using them; I am hers, yet until she says so, she is not mine. I glare at the foil packet as I take one out, not

do, she may not be able to help her heat or her instincts, but I can at least not use it against her or take

when we are both trying to make the bond work, I want it to go back to

against the mattress and shake off the carnal desire to f*ck her until she screams. Instead, I handcuff her, pinning her wrists to the bedhead. My hands shake terribly as