Can't Get Near The Alpha King novel Chapter 35

I then reply, "Please let go of me and I'll make us some food, I need to do something productive."

He grunts lowly and starts kissing the crook of my neck ever so softly, I arch myself into him - completely forgetting about the food making.

Knowing the priorities.

His hands make circular movements on my stomach, my top having ridden up. Within these few seconds I completely let slip the scarring on my stomach.

His whole body stops what it's doing and then rapidly we've changed position, the advantage of werewolf speed - damn.

I quickly try to cover up my stomach but he beats me to it and I'm now sitting on the couch, my back against the back rest and my legs spread apart. While he's on the floor, kneeling, his head reaching up to my chest anyways.

He gently lifts up my top, while looking me in the eye - asking wordlessly for permission, I take a few moments but then nod, feeling safe with him. Knowing that soon I would have to explain it anyways, might as well release the cat from the bag rather than it clawing its way out.

His eyes then divert back to my now partially lifted t-shirt, his hands carefully outlining my scarred stomach.

His rough fingers trace my soft, pink, marked skin; I closed my eyes at first, worried about rejection, hoping he wouldn't guess what they came from.

I then opened my eyes, after hearing no grunts or sounds of disapproval - I see his eyes wandering my belly, his fingers also doing the same and no signs of rejection in his face or movements.

I then pull my top down abruptly, snapping him out of his daze; I jump off the other side of the couch and walk into the kitchen - not wanting to face any questions.

I quickly head to the counter and lean against it, needing something to support my weight - knowing without it my body would give out.

Sure enough that's what it did, it crumpled and resulted, to now, my back resting against the wooden cupboard doors, my head in between my hands, resting on my still shaking knees.

The tears roll down my face without my permission, the wetness causing my mascara to most likely run, but that's the least of my worries at the moment.

I think back to what happened, how awful and painful it was - how horrible it was, it still is - the ache in my heart never ceasing.

My hands cradle my stomach, the stomach that once held a child.

He hums a soft tune in my ear, his hands gently combing through my hair - his hands making soft, butterfly-like patterns - soothing me.

He turns on the TV and a random channel turns on, his efforts obviously to calm me, even though he probably thinks I'm overreacting but for me - it's unspeakably painful.

Soon enough, my eyelids feel extremely heavy and unbeknownst to me they droop gradually until I'm only seeing darkness.

The sound of the TV gradually diminishing in sound, as if my body has slowly turned the volume down.

And then that's how I'm enveloped by sleep once more with more than welcoming arms, my body succumbing peacefully.

Just like deja vu, I open my eyes once more today and squint at the bright light shining through the windows and bifold doors. I look round and sniff inconspiciously, to try and see where or if Ash is around; and from the scent he hasn't been here in the past few minutes. His scent lingering but also quite faint, I shrug and focus more on other aspects.

I look at the TV and inwardly squeal at the programme that's coincidentally just started - Riverdale. Although I said The Vampire Diaries and The Originals are my favourites, this tops them.

I've only recently started watching it but this is the Finale and so far I'm loving it, like Jughead is just the best - anyone agree? I personally think he looks so damn good as a Serpent, but I'm not going to say that with Ashton round as that won't end well - ugh, possessive males.