Chapter 82|Mild Seduction.

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**Third Person's P O V

Two days after Martin's serial punishment began, Alpha Alexander, Alpha Drake, Francis and the Bane Pack Beta Thomas Crane took off for the Bane Pack's neighboring and closest ally pack, the Lichen Pack for a courtesy visit to showcase their gratitude and appreciation for helping them get to Martin before he commited another grave offense to the ones he had previously piled. And, for finally seizing him and ridding the world of one bad egg.

They took Alpha Drake's private jet for the trip and landed at noon.

The lot were welcomed with widely open arms into the Pack and a party was held for them for the purpose of entertainment. Very low-key.

"We're truly thankful for your help Alpha Matthew." Alpha Drake's use of the Lichen Pack Alpha's full name had the latter grimacing. It made him feel old and rigid whenever his name was being called in that form.

"I am most glad to be of help, how is the man faring?" He replied with one of his usual smirks.

"Well, he's lying on the gates of death awaiting the slightest push to go careening into the depths of hell." Alpha Drake surmised, earning a nod from Alpha Matt.

He cleared his throat, "That's a good thing. The world will have one less vile creature tainting it with its venom."

They all nodded in agreement.

"And a thousand more, his accomplices, you're forgetting about them." Alpha Alexander added with a scowl.

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**Isabelle's P O V

After Alexander and his crew returned from the Lichen Pack, my Alpha had me clad in a white knee length dress, peach strap on heels and literally forced the stylist to braid my hair.

He justified his decision for taking me out on a date as compensation for forcing me to witness the gruesome scene I had to watch earlier and because the past few days has been filled with nothing but tragedy one after the other.

We barely got time to snuggle.

"Cold?" He asked noting how I was shivering as we stared at the city from the top of a very high building. The building that housed the five-star diner Alexander took me to for our date.

"Not really. What do you plan to do about Leah? She's not getting the same treatment as Martin right?" I heard how my voice shook from the question. The question has been running 'round rent free in my head and honestly speaking despite all she's done to me I do not possess a strong hatred for her to wish her dead.

He sighed against me and I relaxed into his hold, cherishing the feel of his chest against my back and the stubble grazing my shoulder as he lowered his head to fit in the curve of my neck.

"She killed nobody, did she?" I added, feeling the need to clear that up.

I felt him scoff and my blood ran cold, "Her attempt to murder you was nothing you mean?" His voice was hard but my resolve was harder.

"We have her action to be grateful for, it's the reason why I got my memory back remember?" This time I'd turned my whole body around and was gazing into his eyes. I need them in mine for a conversation as important as this. And as touchy.

Alexander's gaze was hooded and I didn't mistake the darkened part of his eye as what it wasn't.

"Her intention wasn't to get your memories back, it was to kill you, to fucking kill you in cold blood while she played theatrics on us, jumping on Arabella and calling her a murderer. She's no saint. Don't go about defending her, she doesn't deserve your compassion. Had it been she knew her actions were going to result in your memory's return she would've used a different tactic." He gritted out, the veins on his hands popping.

I rose on the tip of my toes to his height, or to where I was able to reach and curled my hands around his neck forcing his eyes into mine.

"But here I am, alive and in your arms. Breathing in the same air you breathe, captivated by your scent."

My ploy to have him being lenient on her didn't seem to be working because his muscles flexed at my words, his jaw clenched harder and his eyes stared deeper into mine with so many emotions. He looked scared for a moment, then savage the next.

"What if she had succeeded? What if she had used another method to have you dead? Fuck Isabelle, you don't know how furious my blood boils with the thought of her deception. It gets to me much more than Skorr or even Dimitri's, I took this girl as my own flesh and blood. Hell! I cared for her more than I did Lucas and he knew about it. She knew it too." His tone brought out the aggravation running in waves in his body.

He was vexed and clearly not in the mood to think of Leah in any other light by the negative.

So, I rubbed my nose on his, took my tongue out and traced the seam of his lips. His instant switch didn't go unnoticed by me as I felt every bit of his arousal.

"You're playing with fire." He whispered against my lips. I still wasn't letting him dominate my attempt at mild seduction. I had the reins of control wholly in my grasp and I wasn't letting go of it one bit.

"I want to be burnt." I mumbled, curling his tongue with mine and sucking hard.

The action had Alexander literally vibrating in my arms and next thing I know he was devouring me like his life dependend on it. Like his very next breath was contingent on it.

His lips were bruising and so was mine.

We both were aching for the same thing.

"We're in public, let's go home." My voice sounded slutty and eager to my own ears but who am I to blame but myself? I started it.

"Let's give the public a show then, shall we?" His deep baritone voice was glazed with lust.

My argument got swallowed by his next kiss, Alex wrapped my legs around him, moved us to the chair he was previously occupying. The sound of his zipper going down and my panties being shifted to the side had me screaming in my head and next thing I knew we were giving the public a show for real.

Amazing.

It felt hands-down amazing.