She's Mine To Claim: Mr. Alpha, Can You Kiss Me More? novel Chapter 77

77

Amelia’s pov

I pushed at his chest, glaring up. “Is this your way of saying I stink?” I try to keep my voice steady and firm, despite my cheeks reddening to reveal my embarrassment.

Raiden’s lips move into a tiny smirk.

I huffed, turning around and saying over my shoulder. “Get out.”

Instead of listening to my words I hear the sound of the shampoo squirting in his palm and then fingers tangle in my hair. I gritted my teeth.

His fingers massaged my scalp, lathering my hair from roots to end with the shampoo. I tried to stay angry but I find myself closing my eyes, sighing at the sensation of his gentle touch.

Shivers race down my spine, melting away any of the tension I had left. I hate that he affected me. And I hated more that I did not put up much fight to stay mad

“I can’t trust anyone,” I peeled my eyes open, whispering those broken words which was more than true for me.

The more reality sink in, the more I come to terms that I know nothing about myself, and I had no one, no family, nothing.

The weight is heavy in my stomach, like a stone I had swallowed. I hated it so badly. But I knew it may never ease, the pain, my reality, the truth, that I was an abomination.

“You can trust me,” Raiden whispered, his fingers running through my hair so gently.

The sincerity in his voice took me off guard I admit, but I was no longer a fool to believe petty words as such. Not when they

could mean nothing but lies.

“My parents have banished Dayna and her family out of our pack and territory. She won’t be a problem to you or your friends anymore. She won’t be anywhere near you anymore,” he continues. “I will always protect you Amelia. You can trust me.”

So it really was Dayna who hurt Pickett.

I shook my head, closing my eyes and hoping that the tickle of tears that managed to slip out would disappear with the water from the shower. The last thing I want is for him to witness my vulnerability. He had already seen enough, with me being scared of the sight of blood. He didn’t need to see anymore of my weaknesses to use against me.

“Impossible,” I move away from his touch and feel cold when I do. I turn around, my eyes slowly looking at him under my lashes.

His hair cling to his forehead, wet and dripping, looking so inky black. His lashes bead with droplets of water and as he stared at me, a ghost of yearning swim in his gaze

“I can’t trust anyone Raiden.” I said stiffly. “I will play this game you and your parents play because I have no where else to go. But I will never trust anyone. Not even you.”

I saw the way my words had hurt him and for a second I really wish to take them back. But I cannot. Not when he may have the keys to actually hurt me the most out of all of them.

Nlooked away. “I need some space, can you leave please?”

He nods, taking a step back and I fight the urge to look at the shirt that glued to him like a second skin because of the water.

Raiden hesitates a bit and his mouth opens as though he wanted to say something but he thought better of it and with a slight nod he turns around and leaves, closing the bathroom door behind him.

I can hear his soft thuds of his footsteps as he retreats and I blinked back tears. This would be much easier if I could hate him.

77

+25 BONUS

He said I could trust him but trust isn’t earned in a day. Not under a warm spray of water as he says sweet words. Not by his gentle touch….

A soft knock comes on the door a few minutes later. “I placed some clean clothes for you on the bed Amelia,” he pauses and my heart beats quickly, waiting for him to say something.

“I- we’re having a party for my eighteenth tonight. I know you don’t want to come out-

“No thank you,” I cut in. “I don’t want to be seen mingling with the likes of you.”

Amelia shut up. I clenched my eyes tightly. I hadn’t meant the words, I didn’t even believe them. It was just that….I didn’t know who to trust. I cannot think right now. I was a mess.

It’s quiet but I could sense his presence. “Raiden-

I started, feeling shitty that I was mean to him yet he was kind enough to….care. Or did he even care? Was that a game to him?

I sighed, fisting my hands. I hated this. One part of me wanted to believe Raiden another was cautious to believe the people who admitted my father was their sworn enemy.

Why would they help someone like me? They should hate me.

“The party starts at eight,” His voice is much lower, more unsure. “It’s not a….normal party. It’s sort of like a ceremony for being passed down the title,” he pauses again. Perhaps thinking that he was giving out too much information.

He sighs and then utters. “I know you don’t trust us Amelia but I promise you on my life that we are not your enemies.”

His words hung in the air as his footsteps faded, letting me know he was leaving.

I closed my eyes tightly. Taking a deep breath I got out of the shower after closing the faucet. I faced the mirror while I grab one of the towels that were neatly folded on the countertop.

It had been there for days if I remember correctly. I had just never used it.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I saw myself as a stranger, red rimmed eyes and wet tangled hair. A girl who clearly did not belong here. A girl who clearly did not even know who she was.

I pulled the towel around me tightly, looking away from the mirror as I head for the door. Raiden wasn’t here and as he said there were clothes placed neatly on the edge of the bed.

A dark green hoodie, underwear and a pair of sweats. Nothing fancy just warm and…. thoughtful.

Why was he so kind to me?

As I grasp the clothes his scent wafted around me like a blanket. They were his.

I dressed quickly, plaiting my hair and then curled up in his sheets. His scent surrounded me and I sighed. It shouldn’t have calmed me but it did.

“Can I really trust them?” I asked myself aloud. “If they really wanted to hurt me they would’ve.”

I played with the sheets. But they did lie and if Raiden hadn’t shifted back into his human form I would’ve never had known.

Llet out a breath and rolled on my stomach as his words from earlier come back in my head.

A party. A ceremony. For the title.

What title could it be?

I buried my face in the sheets, muffling a frustrated scream. In just a day my life had done a whole three–sixty Everything ! thought I knew got shattered, rearranged and handed to me with missing pieces. And now I am supposed to act normal and

trust them?

Get dressed. Go to a party. Pretend like I belonged here when I didn’t even know who I truly am?

Tears blurred my vision. I was nothing but the daughter of an enemy. I didn’t belong here.