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?

I questioned, “you marked me on my

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

is supposed to mark me as his soulmate. Right on that damn spot in my neck! He marked me where he is never, not

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

my throat was choking, “you damn well know that this is the ONLY part of my body where you are not supposed to leave any mark of your companionship. You bit me where my mate’s

finish your binding to the pack.” his gaze was arrogant, prideful, and cold, “you are now being nothing but

around with this mark on my neck with people calling me your mistress or a slut my whole life?!” He nonchalantly grabbed a magazine from the side table, flipping through its pages with a bored sigh, “What other people

my eyes as I could not even think anymore. He knew what he had done, but was adamantly ignoring it, dismissing me like I was the 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

stare. For a moment silence fell between both of us as I took long, deep breaths to consume

long strides marching up to me until he was standing right in front of me, his hands in

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 mistress? Isn’t that going to bump you up to a much higher position than being an omega? This

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

insult him, I swallowed everything down and turned away from him. The tears from anger finally made their way on my cheeks. I did not have any other choice. There is no use of any argument anymore and I was too weak to fight with an alpha like him. Clenching my fists tightly, I took a deep breath, and stormed

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omega. The only difference was that now I was no longer getting beaten to pulp b y the alpha. I still had to do all the

gathered, all the dishes had been served already. Since members and warriors of the Silver Lining pack had also

the ways of torturing

everyone. I would have already gotten buried in the ground with insults if I had not found a quick way to

hand, and then back at his face. I walked to him to pick the bottle and hand it to him when he said, “I want new

thirty steps

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