All mine

IMOGEN POV

I clenched my teeth together and ripped myself out of his grip. “Don’t you dare touch me like that again and I’m not going with you.”

I move back and turned my head to Mom and dad.

“Imogen,” Mom called. I rolled my eyes. All I feel towards her was pure hatred.

“Take them away!” His demonic voice thundered again.

“Imogen!” Dad called as he was being taken out by the hefty me .

“Forgive your mother!” That was the last words I heard from him.

The tears dropped from my eyes on their own.

How could they do this to me?

For what reasons?

“Don’t cry!” I heard his voice. He was right beside me.

“Leave me alone,” I said, turning to him.

I turned around, nostrils flaring. When his gaze met mine, he gave me an adorably crooked smile, his lip curling a bit wider to the right than the left. It made him look real, like he wasn’t just a divine creature created by the Moon Goddess herself.

“Not what I was expecting.”

“Sure it’s not” I muttered back. He wasn’t expecting me to smile at him after being sold to him by my parents. Was he?

“Someone’s cranky.” He walked round me. We were alone right now.

“Don’t talk to me like we’re friends,” I said. “Because we’re not.”

He kept walking round me without saying a word.

Though he wasn’t touching me, I felt his body heat against my backside. Teasing me. Taunting me even. I was in an heartbroken situation but my body says different.

“How do you want me to talk to you?” He brushed his nose against my hair and inhaled deeply.

“As the woman that I’m going to take to my bed and devour until she’s trembling in my hands tonight or as the pitiful girl traded by her parent?”

I swear his voice was doing things to me but I have to stop my crazy desire. This was not the time for it.

“If you think I’m going to sleep with you, you’re crazy.”

I said.

“I am?” he whispered into my ear, fingertips lightly brushing against my hips.

“Yes,” I said, tingles running up and down my sides. My wolf purred. “You are.”

One of his hands trailed down the side of my body, and he grasped my chin in his other. “I’m not crazy, pretty.” He brushed his thumb against my bottom lip, and I parted them slightly. “Unless you want me to be.”

When his fingers barely grazed against the front of my pants, I shuddered against him. My pussy tightened, and I tried to calm my wolf, who was raging inside of me, who wanted nothing more than to let him be crazy with me.

Bend me over his bed and take me right there. Force my legs apart and press his tongue against my clit as I squirmed against him.

Whisper all those dirty, filthy words into my ear, making me wetter for him. Hell, I wanted to plunge my hand through his hair and tug on it so roughly until he knew he was mine.

Control yourself, Imogen. This wasn’t the right time to think about all this. Don’t give in to him that easily.

I shook my head and stepped away from him. “I hardly know you.” But I wanted to know him.

“You can get to know me,” he said, reaching out to brush his fingers against mine. “Asked those bothering questions, pretty.”

I arched a brow. Questions, questions, questions. I had so many questions for him. But I had one dire inquiry that I needed the answer to now. “You’re such a asshole. Should I call you a dickhead instead?”

He chuckled. “Anything you’d like when we’re out in public.” He stepped closer to me, mere inches away, pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, and leaned down. “But when we’re alone, you can call me Alpha.”

My breath caught in the back of my throat, and I clenched. Wetness pooled between my legs. His fingers dipped between my thighs, and he rubbed my clit gently. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him to get away from me, to tell him to fuck off, but I couldn’t form any words.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Alpha, emergency” someone said.

I pressed my lips together and growled under my breath at the person for ruining the moment and my life.

But Alpha???

Did I hear correctly??

“We’ll finish this conversation later and wait right here,” he said. He pulled away from me and walked to the door. Before he opened it, he glanced back at me. “Don’t think of me. I’ll be back before you know!”

I rolled my eyes. What confidence. I wondered how someone could be sweet and dangerous at the same time.

Who exactly is he?