Chapter 33 Take or Reject

**Xavier**
Valerie stared at me dumbly for a few seconds before looking away timidly and hesitantly. Her rosy cheeks were tinted with hidden desire.
She still had the smell of another man, a strong scent of cologne that was constantly challenging my patience.
I had been on the edge of control since I stepped in this room. She wouldn’t never know how hard I was trying to stay calm. My cock was aching, screaming for tasting her tightness.
I leant down to watch her in proximity. She dropped her eyelids to avoid eye-contacting, but her treacherous body was quivering, telling me her real want. I had to restrain my raging desire to fuck her row, to watch her cry and beg for my mercy, to see her sensitive body flush in climax, to tease her when she desperately tried to hold back her sweet moans.
If she ever had a clue how furious I was watching her lean against another man, she would be freaked out. Valerie was just a human, I kept repeating to myself, a small creature that was too weak to bear with my tyrannical wolf side.
I did want to punish her, but I would never hurt her.
Cringing backward, she lifted her gaze to me again and stuttered, “I’m sorry, Alpha Xavier.” She apologized with a regretful look. “I…I was asking Mr. Drakos for a favor…”
I was kind of surprised by her explanation, and amused as well.
Arching my brow, I asked teasingly, “what do you tell me this?”
She looked nervous, as if not expecting my question.
“I…I thought you…” Her face flushed deeper while her voice trailed away, losing the confidence in further elaboration.
“You thought I was angry because you had sex with him?” I whispered against her ear.
“I didn’t!” Valerie blurted out hastily and gawp at me with an injured expression.
I let out a sigh before brushing my fingers through her silky hair. She looked adorable with that face on, lips puckered up as if inviting a kiss, eyes widened in fidget like lamb in a trap.
“I didn’t…” She repeated lowly, ducking her head to hide her face before her tears welling up in those lovely eyes. “But then, I don’t know why…” She mumbled.
Lifting up her chin and pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, I cooed, “It’s OK. I know.”
Her lips shudder as she stared at me in confusion.
“It’s hard to explain and I don’t want to remind myself of it.” I huffed an exhale deeply, “But you belong to us, Valerie.”
“All of us.” I added.
She frowned, looking even more perplexed by my utterance.
I chuckled at her reaction, but with no intention to elaborate. We’d have plenty of time to tell her how much we needed her and how precious she was.
Right now, the interrogation should focus on another topic.
“Why don’t you come to me?” I asked.
She was stunned as she must have seen the hurt flickering through my eyes. Her gaze quickly switched down to her luscious lips, she murmured, “I can’t. It’s different…”
Though, her voice was no louder than a bee’s whining, I got it clearly.
“What’s the difference?” I asked in a raspy tone, in need of more calmness to stay sill looking at her quivering body.
She nibbled the lower lip and inhaled sharply as her face turned sullen, “Because you’re a werewolf, Alpha Xavier. I can’t allow myself to beg in front of you…”
A crease formed between my brows as I squinted at her in silence, waiting for her to continue.
Tears shed down her cheek, Valerie burst into a desperate cry.
“Don’t you understand, Xavier? I was supposed to hate you! Your wolves killed my parents and my sister. You ruined my life! You can tease me, fuck me, torture me - do anything you want but try to be nice.”
She glared at me through her reddened eyes, scowling. Her slender body was shuddering in stir.
“So you consider Sebastian to be the good one,” My voice hardened as my throat were blocked with a strong emotion. Curling my fingers into fists, I tried to resist the jealousy growing down my gut.
She shook her head with a scornful smile and said, “It will just be simpler with Sebastian.”
I could sense the flame of fury blazing behind my eyes, for her piercing stare filled with loatheness.
“What kind of favor will make things simpler with him?” I sneered.
“Everything.” She closed her eyes and replied shortly.
“You’re lying.” I hissed under my breath, clenching my teeth and tightening my jaw. The impulse of savaging her virginity was raging as the heated blood was racing in my vein. “You feel it, don’t you, Valerie. The sparks between us.”
She pursed those lips, without a reply.
“You’re afraid of loving me.” I uttered.
She remained silent with a stern countenance, eyes beholding blankly as if her sight wasn’t focusing on me but something remote, far from my reach. Even if she lied under my body, being fully aroused by my touch and lure, her soul was free, like a bird not willing to be caged.
“Father is always doing something wrong in his life,” I rasped with a snorted, “but there’s one thing he has been correct. The mate bond is a curse. You do have every reason to hate me, Valerie. But remember, I can do anything for you, even the Red Moon.”
Her eyelids fluttered before she frowned slightly in disbelief. Lips parted with no comeback.
I sucked in an inhale and released the grip on her chin, leaning backward to eye her in distance.
“I will give you the right to choose. Count down from 3, you can either go or stay.” I declared, “If you choose to go, you’ll never see me again in your life, as you wish.” I paused, watching her expression turned to be anxious.
“But if you stay, I will take you.” I husked.
“Three.”
My heart sank as she stumbled to climb down my legs. Clutching her hands against her chest, tidied her dress briskly and turned up on her heels. She didn’t place another glance at me or say anything before staggering toward the door.
“Two.”
Ares was shouting in my mind, cursing me for letting our mate go. I had to dig the crawl deeply into my flesh and let the pain wash over my body to defeat his strong urge to shift.
I licked my parched lips. Watching her fumbled away, my heart was scrunching. Under the hem of her dress, died slickness on her thigh could be seen in distance. Her dress were wrinkled in an erotic way, part of the cloth being soaked and stained with suspicious wetness.
Watching her like this, my cock arched to be handled in her delicate hands, pulsing to be stroked. My loins stirred with the urge to prey and ravage.
*One.*
Time was up. She had made the decision.
The moment I was about to utter the number, she halted abruptly with her back toward me.
“Will you do anything for me, Xavier?” Her voice was twisted in tremble, as if she was too helpless to hide her weakness from me.
“Will you help me?” She said again, pleading vulnerably.
The final piece of my sanity died away while the animalistic side of me took fully in control.