Alphas' Proud Mate novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84 Ruined, Wrecked… And In Love
I can’t feel my legs.

I groan, blinking slowly at the sunlight spilling through the curtains, warming my bare skin—and all it does is remind me how sore I am. It’s like I’ve been run over by a freight train.

A freight train named Jack.

Every inch of me aches deliciously. My thighs, my back, my neck... goddess, even my toes.

I shift slightly and immediately regret it.

“Shit,” I hiss under my breath, flopping back onto the pillows. My body protests with every movement. I’m covered in bite marks—some deep, some playful. Love bites scatter across my breasts, my stomach, my hips... all of them tender and warm like reminders of the storm we survived.

He took me. Over and over again.

Until I practically collapsed beneath him, trembling, breathless, wrecked—and still he had worshipped me like I was made of gold and sin at the same time.

I glance to my right… and there he is.

Jack.

Flat on his back, sheets barely covering his lower half, one arm thrown over his head like a predator resting after a feast. His chest rises and falls evenly, lips slightly parted, his hair a tousled mess. His brow is relaxed, completely at peace.

If I wasn’t so fucking sore, I’d crawl on top of him and demand round six. Instead, I just lie there like a broken doll, glaring at his annoyingly perfect profile. The smug bastard had ruined me. And the worst part?

I loved every second of it.

A small smile pulls at my lips as I watch him. I hate how obsessed I am with the shape of his mouth… his lashes… that damn scar along his jaw that makes him look even more dangerous than he is.

I love everything about him—

A deep voice rumbles beside me, thick with sleep and amusement.

“So… you love me, huh?”

My heart jumps out of my chest. “Wha—?! I—I didn’t say that out loud!”

He cracks an eye open lazily, smirking like the devil himself. “Didn’t have to, sweetheart. You forget—” he taps his temple, “—you dropped your guard. I’m in here now.”

“Cheater!” I groan, grabbing a pillow and smacking him weakly with it.

He laughs, the sound low and sinfully warm. “You do love me,” he teases, catching the pillow before it hits his face. “You love me, Kali. You’re obsessed. Can’t live without me.”

“I’m sore because of you,” I grumble, trying to hide my embarrassment. “That doesn’t mean I love you.”

“Oh really?” he drawls, sitting up in one smooth movement. “So you’re saying you scream ‘Jack, don’t stop,’ for just anyone who breaks your spine?”

I gasp, hurling the pillow at his chest. “You’re impossible.”

He laughs again and grabs my wrist before I can crawl away, pulling me straight into his lap. I yelp, landing right against the hard lines of his chest.

“Easy, easy,” he murmurs, rubbing soothing circles into my hips, “I know your legs don’t work yet.”

I glower at him. “They will.”

“Mmhmm,” he hums, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, “Once you stop walking like a baby deer, maybe we can go for round seven.”

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