Chapter 9|Alpha Alexander.

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Alexander clenched his jaw at her words, they were making him feel things he wasn't supposed to feel, he had every intention to apologize to her and refrain from repeating his mistake but her words and the feel of her hand on his body was making him feel like drawing her close and sheltering her in the part of his chest that he felt beating with her every breath. The feelings she was evoking in him were unheard of.

He gulped once, his Adam's apple bobbing twice.

"Well, Isabelle I don't want you to feel burdened."

"I do not feel burdened," She moved closer until she was on eye level with him, her body seemed to have amind of its own when it came to him. Her heart was aching to have him close like a girl bewitched.

She had no idea what she was doing as she held out her hand.

His hand shot to stop her from touching him, his words came out in a whisper. "Don't touch me, I'm weak Belle. When you touch me I lose all coherent thoughts and fall deeper into the ditch I dug for myself."

"You're not alone in this Alexander," The sound of his name on her tongue sent shivers run down his spine. "Words cannot explain how I feel when you're near." Isabelle voiced out in a faint whisper, if he wasn't close he wouldn't have heard her words at all.

They held each other's gaze for a moment, Alexander felt the familiar pull tugging at his heart strings once again and he gave in to temptation by caging her face in his hands. Not once did they break eye contact, even when he began to move closer inch by inch until he was a hair's breadth away from her lips and his face was angled in a way that voiced his intentions. Alex dipped in before the words in his head got louder, his wolf howled in excitement as he unleashed his passion, he kissed her until they were both out of breath and she was laid on the bed while he bent over her.

She pulled harder at his neck to pull him closer to the flesh there that he was grazing at with his teeth. His wolf was growling at him to mark her, claim her but the human in him knew he couldn't cross boundaries without her consent.

When they parted for air he took her hand into his and plastered her small open palm to his chest, at the part where his heart thudded loudly. "I feel you here Belle, I feel you in the deepest and most sacred part of me. I love you."

Mixed emotions clogged at her throat, she felt a tear escaping her tearbuds slipping right past her cheek. Alexander's tongue shot out to her cheek and licked away the lone stray tear, in a voice that sounded too husky to be his he spoke, "I feel your tears in my chest, like it's raging with the vilest stoked fire. I loathe it when you cry my Belle." He ended the sentence pulling her closer into his arms as he stretched beside her on the bed.

Her hand that was still deftly placed on his chest moved until it hit the nape of his neck, her other hand joined the first before moving his head to be on eye level with his. She clasped his gaze and whispered her feelings to him. "I've never felt like this in my life and in such a short period of time, I feel your every feeling in my soul, your rage, your anguish, your hurt and most of all your love. Maybe we were meant to be together, maybe that's the reason why we found each other in this solitude. Love me Alexander, love me like I love you."

Only his face betrayed the fact that he's heard her words, his body made no move but his eyes did, they stared into hers with a fire that could only be called love, they weren't in lust. They were in love.

He held her by the waist and pulled her closer until she was flattened to his body, she felt his every exhale and inhale, felt him moving her until her back was on the bed and he was crouching over her. Passion had clouded Alexander's senses as he tried hard to reason with himself not to take her, not to mark her as his.

He felt like the slightest resistance from his part will make her become someone else's and not his. He knew she was his mate even if she didn't because he didn't feel his wolf reaching out to hers, if she were a werewolf their wolves would've mated already from the amount of heat that was around them.

Finding no reason to torment himself further, Alex dipped his head in and stayed on his haunches. He felt his excitement growing and with the need to appease its hunger he traced his lips from her lips to the spot where her pulse beat on her neck. She trembled from excitement and her hands clawed at him to do something about the feelings he was prompting in her.

Alex kissed the tip of her head before pulling her shirt off as gently as he could to not cause her fright or alarm, her hands moved to shield her body from his eyes.

"Shh, " He urged to her ear, "I won't hurt you, let me love you."

She took her hands away and thrashed on the bed while he did unfamiliar things to do her body, he kissed a trail from the top of her head to the tip of her toes focusing on a particular part of her before moving to the next. All she could do was moan his name and writhe in excitement.

Her moans turned to pleas before her words became incoherent completely, he only appeased her want and his by joining their bodies into one and completing the act of making love. His body convulsed at the action, he shook wildly before falling limply to his side, it didn't discourage him. It urged him to move, he did once then twice before taking her until they were both spent in each other's arms and she was shivering like a woman possessed. The feel of her skin on his and the sound of several voices in his ears compelled Alex to bite gently on the skin of her neck, he only wanted a taste.

He felt the first zap of electricity to his toe and bit harder until his mark of ownership was boldly showcased on her neck, she shivered from the pleasure the act derived from her and held unto his arm harder. He completed the seal of ownership by placing a final kiss to her mouth before rolling to his side and taking her along with him.

As they lay clasped together Alex felt the beginning of a headache before he heard sounds, screams, boisterous laughter, shrills and loud voices in his head. The sound of a voice calling him, or rather referring to him with a name rang in his head before shouts of "All hail the king" filled his head, what he was referred to as was, "King Alexander de Luca, the second." When he closed his eyes he saw visions as though in a dream, of a huge crowd standing before him, of a man placing a crown atop his head crowning him as King, of the crowd's muttering erupting into shouts of praises, of another voice informing him about a betrothal, of him arguing with an old man, of a woman whispering at him to be safe and finally of him walking out of a tall building that represented a modern castle before everything went black.

His memory was back, and he was Alexander de Luca the second. The Alpha of the strongest, most respected pack with the most powerful council of leaders. His pack. The De Luca Pack, where honor comes first.

Alexander glanced at the sleeping beauty plastered to his chest. She was soundly and peacefully sleeping, ignorant of the rage that was threatening to unfurl itself in his chest.

He had questions in his head. Questions he had no idea on where he could find their answers, but questions he nonetheless had every intention to unravel, and only with the woman beside him was he taking an action, he vowed.

Alexander pulled her closer, whispered how much he loved her to her ears and placed a chaste kiss to her forehead. He laid her on the bed as gently as he could, a shiver ran down her arms at the cold she felt after losing contact with his heat. Alex placed a blanket over her before raising to his full height in all his naked glory. His back flexed as he moved around the room and took his pants from the ground.

A need for war, for blood was hammering at his chest as he moved out of the door that led to the cottage. Once out he slipped out of his pants and made a lunge into the air, dropping as the darkest shade of black that the world has ever seen, as the darkest Werewolf the world has ever seen with the strongest limbs.

Only one thought was on his mind as his eyes roved through the forest with determination.

I am getting us out Belle. He promised to himself and made his way back to the cottage where the only human who made his heart race laid asleep.