Page 72 of Come for Me
An invitation for pure sin, and our tension is gravitational.
I should apologize and bare my neck for this feral creature behind me.
But giving in isn’t me, and it isn’t us. It’s not the game we play. The game that has his member hard and pressed against my back.
So, instead, I dig myself deeper into the hole. “I respond to you the way I would to any domineering alpha male.”
My voice quivers, and he’s not convinced. I’m not convinced of the words coming out of my mouth, either. It’s all lies, and he knows it.
His grip tightens further, and blood beading from my wrist runs toward the drain. He then whirls me around, slamming me against the other shower wall.
I grunt as my head hits the stone. My eyes bug, and my wolf wants to claw her way out of my body and exaggerate her willing submission. But it’s too late for pleas and forgiveness. He wants my blood, my tears, and my torture. I’ve seen him look this way at Caleb. Only this time, this look of anguish is directed at me.
He allows his walls to come down, and I feel his hurt and betrayal. My justifications for my actions don’t matter anymore.
He growls when he registers that I understand what I’ve done. And I start to wonder,When was the last time someone hurt the king? And did they live to tell the tale?Seeing how infuriated Dax is, I would imagine no one. And I can’t confidently say I’ll be the first exception.
When his walls go back up, his hell-bounding aura hits me in the face again. His eyes stop glowing, dimming out, as he’s regained control.
“Let’s put that to the test. Shall we?”
I contemplate running, but his powers will alert him of that intent, and I curse his gift. The sudden shift of energy vibratesthrough the room, and I don’t dare to move. The room is deathly silent once more.
The eerie silence is broken when he breathes into my neck and inhales my scent, followed by a chilling, deep, reverberating laugh.
Sweeping his lips up my neck, his breath warming and caressing its way up to my jawline, he whispers, “Run.”
I blink in confusion.He can’t really be asking me to run.
“W-What?”
“From me,Alaina.”
He says my name with such disgust. Alaina. Not darling. Not queen.
No amount of distance has ever felt farther when he straightens.
“You provoke me, disrespect me, and disobey me every chance you get. In public, I might add. I’m done with this cat-and-mouse game. In fact, I’m ending it now. This”—he motions his finger in the space between us—“ends now. Run.”
His words are harsh, and the delivery is a solid impact. My heart feels as if it were just stabbed, my chest tightening and heart rate increasing at this rejection.
Blankly, I stare at him, searching his eyes for answers.
He’s letting me go. He’s giving up on me, on us.
Fighting back the tears, refusing to cry in front of him, I step out of the shower and bend down to throw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt but stop when Dax growls, “Leave them.”
He wants me to be humiliated, to leave naked with nothing.
I swallow my pride and leave quietly, shocked this is what things have come to.
Never did I intend to hurt Dax. I just wanted to prove a point. But I crossed a line even my own mate couldn’t accept. I never meant for any of this to happen. Sometimes, it’s not the intention but the impact that matters.
As I stare out at the empty woods in front of me, I see the consequences of my actions. Not a single guard or pack member is out here in the woods to see their pathetic luna leave with her tail between her legs. At one point, I craved the privacy that comes being the king’s mate. Now that I have it, I’d give anything to be surrounded once more. It would mean my mate cares for and would protect me, that I mattered to the king.
But I ruined that.
Dax doesn’t care about what happens to me anymore. I mean nothing to him now.Surely, that’s why I am unprotected—why waste perfectly good men and resources to keep me safe if he no longer cares?
