She's Mine To Claim: Mr. Alpha, Can You Kiss Me More? novel Chapter 74

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Amelia’s pov

I want to go home.

But where is home?

Do I even have one?

I swallowed, turning in the sheets and looked at the pale darkness. I know it was day, probably morning given that the light was trying to shoot through the curtains.

This room, the windows hadn’t been open for a few days now I think. But to tell you the amount of days I wouldn’t be able to because I have not left this room since I talked to Raiden’s parents.

This room, which still stench of Raiden, had now a slight odor of my sweat in his sheets. It was disgusting and I know I probably reeked but the feeling of loneliness, of not knowing….the feeling of void made it impossible to get up and shower. Even though Emily and her family tried their best to bring food to the door I refuse to eat. Not even Giovanni who I am more furious at, was able to get through to me. They were worried, at least they showed they were, but how am I supposed to know if they’re worried for real or not?

They lied to me, made me feel like a fool.

Was I a laughing stock?

Was I just an amusement?

The worse thing about this is knowing that I would not be able to get away from them. Where would I go if I do escape? I had

no one.

I was better off here and be an experiment.

A soft knock sounds at the door and I stiffen. “Amelia,” Raiden’s voice. I hadn’t heard it since that day we had the spat. Why was he here now?

Despite my anger towards him, the way he said my name made a flick of shiver run down the nape of my neck to my spine. I fisted up the sheets closer to my chin.

“I know you’re awake Amelia. I can hear you.”

Right. He was a werewolf, apparently they have good hearing.

I remained quiet and he sighed. “You missed out a lot of school. Your friend, Foster is worried about you. He’s been going to Giovanni’s in search of you And you have not eaten-

“Stop acting like you care. You hadn’t before, you stayed away, why now?” I grumble under my breath low knowing he’d still be able to pick it up. Why can’t I hate him? Why can’t I hate them?

“I have always cared.” The truth in his voice made my heart skip “I stayed away because I hate seeing the betrayal swimming in your eyes when you looked at me,” his voice cracked and I held my breath. “We don’t know much of each other Amelia, that is true, but there’s something about you that makes me weak for the first time in my life. You’ve numbed my beast.”

My heart hammers against my delicate chest. I press my palm against my breasts bone and bit my tongue, unable to breathe properly as his words caressed me in ways I thought not possible. I should be scared of him, why am I not?

“I can’t watch you starve yourself to death Amelia You can hate me, loathe me with everything in you but I promise, the only thing I am concerned about is protecting you with everything I have,” he paused, making my breath snag even more. Then he continued

‘I hadn’t known about you until that night I overheard my parents. I was furious with them, furious with you for something

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you had no control over.” He takes in a deep breath and pauses for a bit, perhaps waiting for me to say something, anything.

But I remain mute.

I don’t know what to say.

I’ve never known what to say, not now, not when I don’t even know what to feel right now.

“I couldn’t tell you about it for many reasons Amelia, but,” he draws in a shaky breath. “I promise you my parents are the best

people in the world and they protect those they care about. They care about you. If they hadn’t, they wouldn’t have gone to

such lengths to make sure you wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands. They can be trusted.”

Silence.

Complete silence.

Ruffle sound of sheets as I shift into a sitting position on the bed wake up the silence and my eyes cast over to the door. ” They took me in because they think I am a threat to your kind. They took me in because they don’t know what I am. Trusted? Trust people who made a whole lie to get what they want?”

For the first time in days I get off the bed. The floors feel foreign under my feet and they wobble a little as I cross the room to the door. When I am just a couple feet away, I feel a sudden pull to go to him, smell him, breathe him in. I glare at the door.

“I will never trust any of you. In fact, I rather be placed in the hands of whoever is after me. I have no family anyway, since no one knows where my real mother is. I have no one. What is the point of even living?” My heart flutters painfully, unsure why those words came out of my lips.

I had never felt so hopeless before, so lonely, so void. I’m like an empty vessel, a clay pot with no coloring and filling.

“Then I’ll be your family.” He suddenly said and I can hear him so close to the door. I can picture his forehead plastered to the wood, his eyes close, his lips so close. I tingle.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be. I will be there for you Amelia. You’re wrong about not having anyone. I’m here. I’m right here.”

My heart rams. Butterflies swim in my stomach. It’s hard to picture the boy I saw on the first day being a bully say those words to me. It makes me wonder which one was the real him.

“Don’t say words you don’t mean.” I whispered, ripping my eyes off the door and looking at the drawings on his wall.

“You have no idea how much I mean them Amelia. Open the door.” He says hoarsely. “Let me show you how much I mean them.”

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