The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 105

Chapter 105 I pause, looking down at my Greyhound ring. The horrid memories coming into my mind like a tornado of destruction, tearing open the wounds I had tried so hard to seal and sew together. “The rejection was just a stepping stone of the reason for my distaste for all of you.” I glance at her. The frustration embedded itself into my skin as my soul yearned to release all of the anger I felt pulsating through my wolf and 1. “I hate you, not for falling in love with him, but for everything after that.” I smile when her face screws up in confusion. My wolf resting in the back of my mind, allowed me to vent my anger. She knew I needed this. She knew I needed this confrontation with my own blood to cleanly break ties with the one person I thought cared for me form the beginning. The one person who, before I found out Landon was my destined, I viewed as the most important person in my life other than my mate. “I hate all of you for making me hate myself.” Surprise flickers in her gaze. My words cutting deep into her shows in her eyes. Whether if it was out of regret or sympathy, I couldn’t make out. Not that it necessarily mattered. It wasn’t my goal to pull sympathy from her with those words. I didnt want anyone’s pity, much less from one of them. I didn’t want anything other than my peace and their distance. Hestia’s betrayal had hurt more than anyone else’s NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The sister who I had grown up with, cared for, devoted my love to had been the one to twist the knife in my back after my mate had been the one to plunge it there. But that’s where I went wrong. I trusted and expected too much from her. I depended on her rather than depending on myself. And it was the reason for my downfall. My weakness that I wasn’t aware was there, the cause of my demise. “You can leave now, Luna. I believe our conversation is over.”

Hestia’s mouth parts to say something, but her eyes fall to the ground as if she thinks better of it and decides to clump her mouth shut. She gives me a brisk nod, not looking at me anymore and turns to the door. Her fingers just about wrapped around the metal kn ob when she says over her shoulder without looking at me, “I’m sorry.” And I smile, even when she can’t see it. Even when this was the coldest smile that ever graced my face. Even when every fiber inside me was urging me to do the complete opposite. I smile, not for her but for me. The most numbing expression I learned to force onto my face. “You’re not.” She stills for a moment and without making any other sound, leaves the room. The door slowly closing behind her with the faintest clicks and her footsteps ever so slowly blending into silence. !!! His calloused, rough hands run up my bare thighs. The need and euphoric thirst for him enraptures my mind as captive. The need to pull him closer, get him closer, have him closer run in every which way, clouds my senses antil I can’t think straight. Heat sparks in my lower abdomen, my stomach tightening from his body pinning me down. His scent deliriously putting me into a lust induced haze. The feel of his warmth engulfing me in a possessive lock between his arms make my morality weak. I can’t focus on anything but him. The way his hot fingers grasp onto me like a life preserver. The way I could feel his hard chest press against my breasts; my nipples grazing down his skin sinfully as he moves. The shudders raking. down my spine from the way his fingers press into my skin. The movement of his chest enthralls me. Rising up and down rapidly from the excitement he can’t conceal. The raging heart heats pounding against his rib cage that matches mine. The same excitement I feel as his lips latch onto my neck hotly. He sucks, he kisses, he nips, he bites. He throughly marks me as a lover would. He marks me possessively, laying claim on me like he wants everyone to know. He wants anyone who

ever sees these marks to know I was his. That even if he wasnt physically standing beside me, he was still there. That he had stained me. Not only physically, but in my soul too. His very own poison seeping deep into my core. “Goddess, you’re beautiful.” He grounds out. His canines grazing over the skin of where his mark would be placed. His lips flutter around the junction between my neck and shoulder, leaving kisses along the path he took. I writhe under him. Almost coming undone when he thrusts his hips against mine. The utmost pleasure he brings me with his mouth pull out traitorous moans of pleasure. My hips lift from the bed to grind against his and he moans on my neck. The most sensually seductive sound I’ve ever heard, feed my inner desires. His fingers leave my waist to run down my hips and eventually slip between my legs. I gasp into him, his mouth catching my long moan of wanton need. The fire I felt reaching new heights when he pushes my underwear to the side.