She's Mine To Claim: Mr. Alpha, Can You Kiss Me More? novel Chapter 75

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Amelia’s pov

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His words stir something inside me, a flicker so foreign I stumble back and watch the door in shock as if his mere words electrocuted me through the wooden barrier.

“Open,” his voice took an edge of pleading. “Let me show you.”

My fingers trembled and I fisted them to my sides. I must hate him. I have to hate him. His parents, Giovanni, they all lied to me and use me as some stupid toy. His words are just words.

He’s probably their last chess piece to make me break down my walls. They want me to be more gullible in their hands.

*flashback*

“You’re not weak Amelia,” mom uttered, gripping my shoulders tightly after I came to her crying that a kid kicked my ankle.

“He said I was because I cried,” I pouted, my lower lip jutting out.

Her grip grew more firm. “You’ve never been weak Amelia,” she said. “When one cries it’s never of weakness but strength. Don’t make him see that his words affected you. Keep your head up baby, you’re stronger than you know.”

Her dark hair she dyed flapped around like dandelions fluttering through the wind. Her brown eyes honest and filled with so

much love as she stares at me. “You have no idea how strong you are.

*end of flashback*

She may not have been my biological mother….if what Raiden’s parents said was true, but she’d been a mother to me and I

could not ask for anyone else.

Don’t be weak Amelia. Don’t let them see how they affected you.

I straightened my spine, a new sense of wanting to make sure they do not win in whatever game they were playing. “I don’t want to see you Raiden.” I said stiffly, turning around to face the bed.

Hate him Amelia.

Hate them.

I cannot. My fists hurt as my nails bit into my palms.

The silence grows heavy and is only broken by my shallow breaths. I bit my tongue, waiting for him to walk away. He’d not try more surely right? It’s not like he really wanted me to trust him. This was all a ploy for whatever game they wanted to

play again.

As my thoughts swim in my head, Raiden decides to cut in sharply and pull me back to a shocking reality “I’m not leaving

until you take this tray of food from my hands. Be sure that I am a wolf Amelia, and I can withstand standing here for days if I

have to. So open up unless you want a wolf camping behind the door.”

His words weighed in ten air like a choking fume of smoke, challenging me My heart raced “I won’t care if you camp outside

here Suit yourself puppy ” I sneered, well tried to No matter how much I am trying, I can’t seem to channel enough hate for

him

Is this healthy?

“There’s nothing puppy about me spitfire,” his voice grew hoarse and rough, and I can hear the edge of his boot hit the door.” And I’ll have to warn you that my beast do not like to be called as such. If I were you, I’d open up before he comes out.”

My heart hammers but it’s not of fear but the opposite which scared me and worries me. “Is that a threat?” I asked in a clipped tone, hugging my midriff because my damn fingers tingle to actually open up the door.

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+25 BONUS

I can’t seriously want an animal, well half animal right? Not too long ago I thought this was a fairytale, but now the reality that there are species other than humans out here living with us was now too real.

“Call it as you want.” He answered firm and short, leaving no room to doubt that he’d not fall short in his threat.

I caved. Not actually wanting to see the beast I had seen at school before I blacked out from shock.

With a bit of hesitation I turned to face the door and grumble. “Fine. But. When I do take the tray you leave me alone”

“Okay,” he answered quickly as if almost relieved that I had caved in. With one last hesitant pause, I opened the door just a crack and reveal him little by little until his entire frame is in front of me.

I keep my eyes on the tray he held in his hands, not wanting to look up and catch his gaze. I’m sure he must be thinking I am a hot mess right now. I look awful. I reached out for the tray, my fingers trembling as I they grip the tray.

But I should have known things wouldn’t have been as easy as this.

As soon as my fingers gripped the edges of the silver tray, Raiden pushed me in the room, him following right after me and closing the door, trapping me before I could even gasp or say anything.

In seconds I am locked in his gaze, his arms on weighed side of my head, pressing hard against the wall to cage me in. The tray in my hold fumble to the floor in cackles and shatter sounds.

I looked down quickly at the mess, gasping. “The food-

My breath hitched when his finger press under my chin and lift my gaze to meet his once more. “A few days without seeing those eyes was pure torture spitfire.”