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Chapter 4

ERICA

“How dare you challenge me?” My now husband, Alpha Logan raged at me.

“I didn’t challenge you, Alpha.” I wailed, I didn’t know how much more of this I could withstand any longer. I was tired already, the man had the nastiest temper I had ever seen.

He got angry over insignificant things, created tempest in a teacup. He was a bag of mean things.

“You talk back at me?! You dare talk when I’m talking?!” He pushed me roughly to the bed, he didn’t care the door was ajar and someone could hear us. This was so embarrassing.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized, tears and snot on my face. I didn’t want his trouble, I wished situation was different. If it was, I would not be here.

“No you’re not.” He thundered. “If you are, you would not be moving with my son. You will not be found anywhere near him.”

Somewhere on the distance, I heard the clapping of the thunder. The weather became so chilly I had to go close the windows, I had barely gone past him when he forcefully pushed me back, a slap following the push.

I shrieked, holding my stinging cheek in my palm. I blinked back tears. “What did I do?”

“I was talking to you and you walked past me. How dare you?”

This man was crazy. He was the worst Alpha on earth and I hated the fact I was sold to him. Pain paralyzed me when I remembered how Alpha Arnold had given me hope then crushed it. He made me believe I deserved to live, to be happy. But for whatever reason, he chose to betray me and sold me off to this devil.

Now I was going through hell, I was unable to live my life. I could not enjoy the home, the marriage, the man I never wanted to get married to but I had to, I was forced to. That day at the wedding ceremony, I’d been surprised to see him and Dante come to me to make a choice. I did not know what had transpired and even though Dante saw me as his mate, while I was unable to feel the mate bond for some strange reason, I would have picked him.

He was nicer and more accommodating. It had been for both our sakes that I’d accepted his father. Maybe I had made a mistake because even though I’d accepted him, I was still suffering. He was making me go through fire.

I kept mute, not wanting to anger him further.

“I am talking to you. Don’t you dare keep an Alpha silent!” He growled.

I stood from the bed and in that state of blind anger and pain, I glared at him. “Leave me alone!” I screamed and ran out of the room before he could get hold of me.

I knew I was going to pay for that but at least for now, I’d had enough. I made a beeline for the main entrance to the manor, ignoring the stares of servants and guards. They would not understand, no one would.

The weather was chilly. I shivered from the cold of it, I ran towards the cliff and stood. Taking in sight of the world that held more loathing than love for me, I screamed in agony and collapsed on the ground. Maybe I should just end it, just a few steps away and I’d never have to go through this hell anymore.

“What are you doing?” I turned towards the sound of the voice, it was Dante.

Every suicidal thoughts left my head as I ran to him, desperate for his hug. He was the only person who actually cared and genuinely loved me. I needed him to hold me and assure me I was going to be fine.

When his hands came round me, I sobbed louder. Emotions swirled and clashed within, I held him tighter. We stood there, on the cliff. Him just holding me as I continued sobbing. The first rain fell, touching us.

Without a word, he carried me inside and into his room. No one saw us, thankfully. He laid me in his bed and made to raise himself but I refused letting go. He sighed, then joined me on the bed.

“That tough?” He asked, his voice soothing. There was no condemnation nor mockery, maybe that was why I always came to him.

“Your father’s a mean man.” I said, still holding on tight to him as though he might disappear and his father would surface in his place.

“Don’t I know that.” He affirmed. “It’s okay though, Erica. Don’t cry again.”

He wiped my eyes and our gazes locked. He sighed, moved closer. Unconsciously, I licked my lips.

He groaned. “Permit me to do this, Erica.”

“Do what?” My voice was barely above a whisper, it was also hoarse from all those crying and screaming.

Without answering, he dipped his head and took my lips in his. Passion flamed immediately and tingled my skin heatedly, I moaned and gave into the moment of passion. Desire roared as the kiss got urgent and more passionate than intended, his hands were already working their way beneath my dress, my breath hitched when his hands found my peaked nipple. Roughly peeling every barrier of clothing between both of us, we pleasured each other.

“You’re so beautiful, Erica.” His gaze was gentle and held so much desire.

I flushed, I opted for a giggle but it was cut short and quickly replaced by a moan when his tongue danced and swirled around a taut nipple begging for attention. Even when his father pleasured me, it was not as brain-scrambling as this.

I enjoyed sex with his father but Dante was just making me tremble and cry for more. Every part of me wanted his attention.

“Look at me.” His voice heavy with wanton need, permeated a part of my already desire-ladened brain.

I opened my eyes to look at him, the affection in his eyes humbled me. He kissed me softly as he slid into me.

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