Loving The Alpha, Cherrytop [me reader TXT] 📗

The quietness seemed to progress around the eerie room, the remnants of my adrenaline gradually washing away as I stood there inelegantly below the deadening observation of the authoritative alpha. My inhalation seemed too rigid as my reflection shone in his eyes.
Before long he seemed to respond, his eyes resumed to his customary self until he sauntered past me, his shoulder brushing me marginally and instantaneously welcoming the spurs as they tattered through me but somehow depressing as I knew that they expected nothing at this point.
Everyone was still hushed, only the footsteps of Markus’s shoes were reverberated around the house as he headed towards his room, making me feel like a invalid, saying categorically nothing.
Tears glided from my eyes as they leisurely slithered across my cheek and dripping from my chin, the indistinct plopping of liquid splashing against the floor was louder than I had ever anticipated, a faint yet lethal sound that seemed to disrupt my heart, hearing the feeble cracking of my organ as it commanded me to run after him.
Chelsea unexpectedly pushed past the throng and clutched my arm, dragging me and her into the kitchen where cooks seemed to be working their unsurpassed at this point, perceptibly observing that Markus was not in a decent mood this afternoon. “How discourteous,” Chelsea spoke as she skidded onto a chair and stared up at me, expecting the specifics I was to give her.
“He’s infuriated at me, but who wouldn’t after what we had committed,” I replied, a smidgen of culpability unhurriedly skimming through me as I knew that this was a complete lie.
“I know you’re being untruthful, I can tell by your appearance, tell me what really ensued,” Chelsea required as she seemed to improve her tone and edge nearer towards me.
I sighed in defeat, the words I was about display I knew would not surface as anxiety began to slip through me. “He-He said that he would forgive me if I-“
“If what?” Chelsea necessitated heatedly, rising from her chair to face me with a keen expression planted on her pastel face.
“Mate with him.”
Chelsea was in comprehensive astonishment at my words as she soundlessly put a hand to her mouth. “What?”
“But I rejected,” I retorted rapidly.
“Why would you decline?” Chelsea hissed with infuriation, placing a hand upon her forehead melodramatically.
“Because-“
“Because you’re a weakling,” She replied. “You’re petrified to push yourself, you can’t trust you for who you are, and the way you feel about a person, you can’t express it. So enough of your wavering and enough of acting pathetic, you’re the bodyguard so go and face your uncertainties and contract with it!” Chelsea words soared against me like a ton of bricks, beating my face until my cheek began to prickle, her words were that prevailing.
I smiled moderately, insignificant quantities of tears once again dripping across my face as awareness seemed to kick in. I didn’t care about publicity because I know that we would both work together on finding a way to bring everything to peace, and the purpose Markus was searching for me was only due to love, Markus loved me and I knew complete well that I loved him back.
Loving the alpha was the supreme thing that could conceivably transpire in my complete life and I knew from that instant that the complications that we would have to pass were going to be problematic, but together we could face them effortlessly.
So I took each stage with fiery pleasure, heading closer to the room I no longer felt prohibited to, walking into my upcoming was perhaps one of the preeminent things that had ever befallen in my life and I knew that I was prepared, equipped for what was awaiting me from behind those colossal doors.
I gripped onto the knob and without disinclination I pushed it open, observing Markus as he lay there on his bed curled over a book. That was until he broke connection and gazed at me while disorganized. “You.” I spoke assertively. “You think that I will just let this immense condition pass without a glimpse backwards, well I can tell you, you are absolutely wrong, enough of these senseless juvenile games,” My words seemed to flabbergast me more than him but when I started, I could seem to discontinue.
“I’ve kept my factual identity a clandestine for years now and the only intention I ran was due to thinking that I was not sufficient for you, and wouldn’t provide anything for you. But you see, love overtook and the motive I returned was thinking that I no longer needed to be wealthy and have the most fine-looking jewels in the world or become some attractive model, so take me as I am or you get nothing, because I love you Markus. I love you,” The moment I had completed the entire lecture, Markus seemed to rise from his bed and grasp me by the shoulders severely, and gripping down on them so forcefully that I was sure it was to leave a mark.
“What are you saying,” He murmured yet not a hint of antagonism could be acknowledged in his lime eyes.
“I’m saying that I can only be with you, nobody else makes me feel the way that you do or ever will, and I’m apologetic that I was running from you, I thought that maybe being your mate would cause a commotion and you would execute me,” I started to cry into his shoulder as I leaned closer, his aroma seemed to vaccinate into me like a venomous substance.
“Don’t you ever think you’re not worth anything to me, that is my choice not yours, you are better than the complete world to me, so please, don’t ever disbelief yourself because I don’t want anybody else, I only want you Elisa so comprehend my words prudently, I love you,” I sniveled, his words seemed to bandage my heart and pulled on the stitches. I couldn’t bare another second without him, so I lightly brushed into him, lips parting deliberately as my hands floated across his shoulders and I judiciously pulled myself up to his mouth before pressing mine against his.
His response was wild as he gradually encased his hands around my body, by no means permitting to let me go as our kiss seemed sweltering with hunger, a kiss like that locked us with each other as teeth abruptly grazed against one another and his tongue slipping across my lower lip, pulling me deeper into a never ending dream, the sparks seemed to be a gazillion times shoddier, but precipitously they were occupied with affection and sweet desire.
Markus pulled away, leisurely breaking the kiss and staring into my eyes, a grin with satisfaction seemed to pull at his lips as his hands grasped my face, embracing my cheek. “This is the sensation I have always craved to touch all of these years, and now I finally get to,” I beamed back; my heart seemed to flutter as our bodies seemed devoted to each other. Our souls seemed to entangle together, associated by such a commanding strength that I never seemed to obtain enough.
But everything seemed to disappear away like a photo as swiftly there were lurid cries and unbearable difficulties about a substantial turmoil. The door burst open before two men piercingly yelled, almost deafening us with tremor and terror.
“The Forest Fire pack is here and they want a battle.”

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“What are you talking about?” Markus roared furiously as he let me go and hurried towards the door, everybody seemed to be sprinting around, out of control and dread on their faces. My breathing became rigid as I remembered that of course, Rose was not part of this pack.

I shadowed Markus out to the front where hundreds of men in wolf form seemed to border the walls of the mansion. “What is this?” Markus commanded heatedly.
I nudged at his sleeve, before noticing his eyes that pivoted towards me judgmentally. “When we were gone, we happened to pick up…Adrian’s mate on the way,” I mumbled, somehow tearing my gaze away from him and glowering into the floor.
Markus almost seemed to be shaking by the quantity of anger he seemed to be holding in. I fearfully took a step backwards in circumstance his temper flew, in case he might murder me. “Who is she?” He asked his tone poisonous as he noiselessly scowled at me.
“Rose, she’s part of their pack.”

Markus turned, so I was unable to see his face as he moved towards the towering wolves as they let out lethal snarls and bared their fangs, watching every movement as Markus came towards a man in a cloak. His bulging muscles could evidently be seen and every ounce of supremacy seemed to bounce off him, making me quiver as I knew just how frightened Rose was undoubtedly right now. “What do you want?” Markus necessitated his words seemed to overfill the whole region, bringing immense shivers along my spine.
“Give us Rose, and no one will get harmed,” The man spoke, his black eyes seemed to twist towards me, a minor grin spread across his arrogant face before returning to Markus. “She will be executed.”

My whole body seemed to become traumatized as I tried to obtain my strength that seemed to be hastily decreasing. “We will battle,” Markus yelled impatiently, indeed appalling me as he had no idea who Rose was, why did he want to support?
The man sniggered irritably as Markus’s men seemed to troop around him, fury transcribed across their faces and clenched fists seemed to upsurge the treacherous atmosphere. “As you request.”

I tried to plea for Markus but was drowned out by the prosperous of The Forest Fire pack as they charged indignantly, breaking our men down with just their feet, blood sprayed everywhere and wolves began to fight against each other. A clash, we were in a fight and where was Markus?
Anxiety seemed to get the better of me as I treaded across the thick grass and slither between wolf after wolf, there seemed to be no signal of him and the upsetting sounds of screaming almost made me giddy.

That was before a hand glided across my waist and pulled me along. Thinking it was Markus I trailed the person who had me securely across his chest so I was unable to see his face.

When we had slowly crawled behind the castle walls, a hand pushed me against the ground, a bone seemed