Healing The Ruthless Alpha

Healing The 72

Alpha.

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“Why are you still awake?” His heard tickled my skin as he buried his face in my neck.

“How can you tell?” I asked, adjusting myself and wrapping my arms around him.

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“Your heartbeat.” He kissed my skin and I shivered. “Wint me to tire you out?” I snorted at his suggestion. was tired, Ljust could not sleep because the thoughts flying around in my head were too much. My brain refused to shut down no matter how I tried.

the problem?” He asked, pushing up on one elbow as he stared down at me. Hooked up at him, drinking in his features. Even in the dark room only illaminated by the moon, his finely chiselled features were breathtaking.

“Stop giving me that look except you want me tearing off your clothes.” I looked away and heard him sigh. He moved beside me, settling himself back into the bed then light flooded the room as he turned on the bedside lamp, then he pulled me against his chest, stroking my hair.

“What’s wrong, bella?” He murmured, his voice soft and intimate.

“What are you going to do about Dorian?” I blurted out one of the many questions plaguing

my sleep.

“Is that what’s keeping you awake?” He sighed, his hand stroking my hair stopping. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on killing him.” His words didn’t bring me any relief. He could still do terrible things to them even if he didn’t kill the head of their family. “I am going to use this opportunity to extort him.” He said the words with other a care in the world.

I knew for a while now that my mate was a bit of a tyrant, throwing his weight about and getting what he wanted whenever he wanted, no matter the situation. He could get a bit manipulative as long as he got the upper hand. Yes, I’d known for a while but it didn’t make it any less shocking when he said his plans out loud as if there was nothing wrong with extortion.

“As long as you don’t kill him, I guess,” I muttered, clutching the front of his shirt. “I don’t want to lose you. He stiffened.

“This again?” Call me a worrywart or whatever but I was scared boneless, terrified to my marrows of him. going over to the dark side. I clutched him harder when that thought crossed my mind again. “You’re going to ruin my shirt, Sia.” He pried my hands off his shirt and intertwined our fingers. “I’ve controlled the demons for seven years. Don’t worry about it.” It was hard not to worry. “If you’re worried I’d let them loose and hurt you, let me tell you now that there’s no chance of that happening, ever

“What?” I toyed with his nails. They were neatly trimmed, unlike mine which were uneven thanks to years. of biting into them. “That’s not what worries me,” I muttered.

Then what is it? I’ve told you I won’t turn rogue but you don’t seem to believe me.” His tone sounded a tad bit reproachful.

“Who will stop you?” I muttered. “If you tip over, how do I reach you?” He froze again, his body emitting at faint chill.

“Like this.” He clasped our hands together. “One touch from you and the voices become silent.” His voice dipped low, caressing my skin. My eyes widened and I scrambled upright

When I told Felicity that I wanted to know if my power could heal something as severe as bloodlust, it had only been a bluff, a lie to get her and anyone else who may be monitoring me, off my tail but could it

be-

“Are you serious?” I held his hands tighter. “Does holding my hand help?”

“It may be your healing mana but you have very cool lands. When you touch me, I am at ease.” I deflated. My healing mana was warm, not cool. This may be nothing more than the mate bond.

“I’ve heard that rogues are cursed,” I muttered, recalling what Felicity said earlier in the day. I didn’t believe it and with the incident with the twin girls harassing me, I almost forgot about her words but now they came back to haunt me like a bad dream.

“Sihana, give it a rest.” Irritation seeped into his cool words. His hand came to lie on my chest, thumb stroking my collarbone.

“Okay.” I sighed. I would not give it a rest. Like I said, I didn’t know when to give up, burrf knew he didn’t enjoy discussing this so I could stop talking about it in his presence. Until I found a remedy, a reversal or a blessing to negate the curse.

You said you didn’t love me,” his words were an accusation that came after I sighed for the nth time.

Did he catch on to my confusing emotions? I wasn’t sure I loved Cahir- it was too early to tell and after our rocky start which was only getting smooth, it was almost impossible for me to love him so soon. Yet, 1 wouldn’t deny the strength of our bond. From the day I looked up at him, with hot water peeling my skin like a chicken’s, I’d felt a connection that surpassed anything I’d ever felt with my former pack or even with my first mate.

I cared about him- more than I cared about anyone on earth. It was normal and expected for mates to feel this way. He’d quickly become the centre of my world and I knew without asking that it was the same for him with me. I couldn’t say I loved him yet because I didn’t think I did but I knew I would not lie to myself, I was dangerously close to that point of no return and it scared me that it was inevitable. I ‘had‘ to love him. The goddess made it so from our creation.

“Not yet.” I whispered with my eyes fixated on the ceiling. “I don’t love you yet.” I swallowed a lump in throat and it settled in my stomach next to the fear in my guts.

“Sihana.” My name on his lips was a warning.

“Are you going to tell me not to?” I titled my head on his chest to watch his expression. His thumb flickered absentmindedly on my nipple after his hand successfully snuck into my nightdress.

“Would you listen to me?” He asked.

“You’re my Alpha.” I shrugged.

my

It was dangerous. He was too close to the edge. He was a cruel man who had shown me a glimpse of just how ruthless he could be. I had to guard my heart but it wasn’t possible. Not when we were

mates and he was Cahir Armani.

“Sihana.” This time, my name sounded like a resignation.

“I just,” I stuttered, overwhelmed with a sudden rush of emotions. “You’re probably – I mean – I will hold out until- until you fall first,” It was a weak and pathetic attempt at a joke but his answer sent a sharp stab to my heart.

Healing The Ruthless Alpha