Trapped By My Forbidden Alpha

Chapter 7

I don’t think I had ever experienced what pleasure felt like but in this moment, I knew. Like a sense of euphoria washing over me, I was submerged deeply, my heart throbbing, my mind blank and my eyes rolling to the back of my head… everything just faded away. My shivering hands gripped the end of his t shirt, my breathing quick and erratic and uneven a s his lips kissed the side of my neck, his tongue rolling over the skin with soft strokes. I had never felt this way. My heart was racing, my lips moist and my skin tingling. I felt like I was about to explode. I didn’t know what was happening but it felt great. His fangs had retracted, but his mouth stayed on the reddened spot where a dark mark of a moon with fangs had appeared.

His lips kissed the same spot again and again, my sensitive skin was bursting with small fireworks, and all I could do was cling on to him for my dear life as the relentless strokes of his tongue slipped up and down on the side of my throat hungrily. “Ah…” a loud moan escaped my mouth when his teeth suddenly nipped at the spot below my ear, my toes curled, my body falling forward in his arms as my knees turned weak.

The feel of his chest against mine was like nothing like I had ever known. His body was like a steel wall, enclosing me in warmth, and protecting me from the cold. His hand in my waist was like a lifeline, and the other one gripping the back of my head was like a vice, keeping me from falling to the ground. His intoxicating scent had engulfed me entirely. He smelled like a mixture of rain and soil and something else I couldn’t place.

My whole body was stock still while I shuddered, my heart had never beat as fast as it was beating now. My mouth had gone dry and the only thing I could think about was the touch of his tongue on my skin. Slowly, softly, the strokes of his tongue and lips slipped from the side of my neck, up to my cheek and then his lips hovered above mine, softly touching but never going away. I could hear the sound of his heartbeat which was just as loud and fast as mine but I did not know if it was just my illusion or if he was also just as affected by my closeness as I was with his.

Alpha Alessio’s lips were stained with my blood and his gaze was stuck on my face like I was the most fascinating thing he had ever come across.

His parted, pink lips mixed with the intoxicated look in his eyes, they were giving me an illusion that I was the only girl in the world that he was desperate to taste.

I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. His mouth was so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my skin. I could hear the sound of blood rushing into my ears as the ghost of the touch of his lips tormented me to the point where I was just a moment away from arching up and kissing him on the mouth to end this torture.

But then, that very moment his hands dropped at once, he took one step back, the warmth of his body left me and I felt the loss of it like a bucket of cold water being thrown in my face. I was brought back to reality, and that too, very harshly. Every desire, every desperate need that I had seen in his eyes just a few moments ago had gotten replaced with an indifferent, cold stare like he was staring at a stranger.

I realised what just happened between us. His mouth on my throat, his mark on the side of my neck! Horror and panic washed over me, I whispered, “Wh- what did you just do?”

He walked around me to go sit on the couch near the fireplace, facing me. His one leg resting over the other while he leaned back, and stared up at me with raised eyebrows in question.

“What did you just do?!” my voice was louder this time, more shrill, “didn’t you already reject me? What the hell is the meaning of this?” He smirked, laughing, “Don’t flatter yourself, little omega. I did not mark you, and I have no intentions of marking you as my mate. I gave you the pack bonding mark, isn’t this what you had come here to get?”

I stared into his eyes blankly. Was he trying to say that I was the hypocrite and maniac one here?

questioned, “you marked me on

the neck, on the hand, what does it really matter?” he shrugged his shoulders, dismissing me with his hand, “get out of

as his soulmate. Right on that damn spot in my neck! He marked me where he is never, not in a million years

red, my whole body shook with the need to smash his arrogant face with a brick for having the audacity

to even form the words because my throat was choking, “you damn well know that this is the ONLY part of my body where you are not supposed to leave

begging to finish your binding to the pack.” his gaze was arrogant, prideful, and cold, “you are

out, “this is the utmost sign of insult and degradation! You bit me on my fucking neck! Do you want me to walk around with this mark on my neck with people calling me your mistress or a slut

crazy one here. “You just snatched my hope for any ‘acceptable’ future.” I hissed, trying to control my tears and hold myself back from marching to him and just strangling his neck with my bare hands,“ now all I will ever have is a fucking miserable, lonely life until the moment I die and maybe now you are absolutely pleased and satisfied with your evil desire of ruining

shooting to me with a burning, irritated stare. For a moment silence fell

strides marching up to me until he was standing right in front of me, his hands in his pockets and his jaw clenched tight, pissed off, “If you are so much affected by this damn mark, I can remove it right now

that was not an option. He was taunting me. His head tilted to the side as his expressions relaxed a bit and he muttered, “Or you can live as my

I could not even understand if he was being serious right now or if he was just using

felt like I was going to explode. My teeth were clenched and I could not speak. I could not do anything but stand there, and stare at his cold face that had no sympathy, no feelings for what I was going through. Even though I had a million words to insult him, I swallowed everything down and turned away from him. The tears from

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lunch for the pack members. My position within the pack remained the same, an omega. The only difference was that now I was no longer getting beaten to pulp b

perhaps a way of mercy on me by the moon goddess. Within an hour, with the help of other omegas I had already set up the lunch on the large pack house table for all members. By the time everyone gathered, all the dishes had been served already. Since members and warriors of the Silver Lining pack had also joined us, we had to cook extra food. “Take Alpha’s food in his room,”

Thinking about the ways

on my neck I had to put a tape-on bandage on my neck to hide it from everyone. I would have already gotten buried in the ground with insults if I had not found a quick way to hide it. “Mia?” Beta Daniel’s voice brought me out of my thoughts as he ordered,

him, then at the small bottle of salt right next to his hand, and then back at his face. I walked to him

to the kitchen which was about thirty steps away from

from my hand, placed it on the table. Everyone had already started