Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Charlotte

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After an hour of convincing Jake that I will be fine alone in my room, he finally lets me retreat upstairs. I only arrived home from the hospital an hour ago, and already eyes are lingering on my arm. One would think that I am used to being the outcast by now, but it doesn’t make it any easier when new people realize that I am a freak. Instead of dwelling on their newfound hatred of me, I remove myself from the situation and sneak up the stairs.

My room hasn’t been put back together since Alpha Ronan destroyed it. Clothes are scattered all over the floor, and my pillow has been ripped to pieces. I will clean it up tomorrow; now I am too tired. Before I can crawl into bed, I see that something is waiting for me.

My father’s box sits on my bed, like it is ordinary, but I am positive that it is anything but. Sitting on my bed, I hold it on my lap and twist the dials for the code over and over again. The numbers taunt me like a present that is just out of reach. My hands itch to shake the box to try and decipher what is inside, but I am afraid I will break whatever it is.

Slowly, I get up and carry the box back into my closet. I tuck it away, hoping that I will forget that it is there and be able to carry on with my life until I find it necessary to pull it out again. Which I am also hoping is never. I want to put my old life behind me, even if that means leaving the memories of my father in the past.

When I return to my room, a scream gets caught in my throat. Damon is waiting for me on my bed.

“What are you doing in here?” I hiss.

He looks up for a moment before kicking off his boots and making himself more comfortable. “You are really messy.”

I grunt loudly as I pick up the clothes strewn across the floor. “I didn’t make this mess. Alpha Ronan did.”

Damon turns his head to the side. “What did you do to piss him off?”

“I am his mate,” I grind out. “Or at least I was until he rejected me. Maybe he is having second thoughts.”

Damon growls. “You are my mate.”

“So you keep saying.”

I keep putting my clothes away while he watches me. I am acutely aware of his eyes following my every movement. Every sharp breath he takes when I bend over and every exhale afterwards. I try to block him out, but he is making it increasingly hard.

“Shouldn’t you be in rogue territory?” I finally snap. “What if you get caught?”

“Are you worried about me?” He chuckles.

“No,” I reply curtly. “I just want my space.”

He ignores my plea to be alone. “Why didn’t you come looking for me?”

“Why would I?” I snort.

“You are my mate,” he tells me again. “Do you not feel the pull between us?”

“No,” I reply, but it isn’t the truth. I have felt the pull toward the rogue territory since my first night here.

Damon gets to his feet and crowds my space. “What about my brother? Do you feel the pull to him?”

I straighten up, not realizing just how close he is to me. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, and I yelp. Before I have

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Chapter 16

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a chance to step away, he wraps an arm around my waist. His body crashes against my back, and his hand lies flat on my stomach.

“Do you?” He whispers into my ear. “Do you long for my brother’s touch?”

I can’t hear anything except for the blood rushing behind my ears. My body aches for him to touch me more, but I would never admit such urges out loud. I attempt to step away from him, but he holds me firm.

“Tell me, little mate,” he groans into my ear. “Who do you long for?”

His teeth graze against my earlobe, and I whimper foolishly. I couldn’t bring words to my lips if I tried, and I fear that he will take my silence as consent.

His fingers grip my shirt, ripping it from my body. The threads sting against my skin, and I hiss against the warmth of his touch. He wraps a hand around my throat, holding me still, and his fingers dig into my stomach, just below my navel.

“Damon,” I rasp. “You have to stop.”

His fingers flex around my throat, gently cutting off my words. My arousal floods my panties, and I hate how much my body betrays me.

“Do you really want me to stop?” He groans. “Because it doesn’t feel like you want me to stop.”

He presses his hips against my back, and I can feel the length of his hard cock. It takes all of my willpower not to arch my back against him. His question still rings loudly in my ears, and I don’t know what I want.

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