She's Mine To Claim: Mr. Alpha, Can You Kiss Me More? novel Chapter 91

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Raiden’s pov

Her little shock gasp made me smirk and I tease her further by parting my lips slightly, closing them around her earlobe and nibbled. Her pulse kicks beneath her skin and the sweet aroma of her juices fills the air.

“Raiden,” she breathed and I chuckle, releasing her.

I won’t take her again. At least not now. Not while she’s clearly hungry. I want her taken care of, dammit, I had to make sure she was taken care of. She needs to be worshipped the proper way.

I nudged her towards the closet as I pull away reluctantly. “You’re not seducing me into taking you again spitfire. Not until there’s some food in you.”

Her little brows pinch and I cannot help it, I bend down to plant a kiss on her button nose. She’s adorable when she’s soft. “Go on,” I nudged her again. “Take anything in there. Your dad-

I stopped scared I had done something wrong by bringing up Giovanni when she freezes. Fuck.

She turns to give me a questioning look. I continued. “Giovanni brought your clothes over remember?” I cleared my throat. She had insisted to not wear a thing Giovanni brought over even though they were her clothes.

“I don’t want-

She started and then sighs, her shoulders dropping. “It’s time I face him to huh?”

I could understand her pain and why she had been acting the way she had been for days and I was more than certain everyone understood her too.

No one was forcing her. Not mom, not dad, not me.

“On your own time baby,” I utter gently.” This is just about your clothes for now. Would you want me to go get them? Giovanni placed them in my sister’s room.”

Giovanni had no choice but to put it in Rayne’s room seeing as Amelia didn’t want to accept them. Not sure why since they were her clothes but I couldn’t question her, not when she had the right to feel however she wanted.

She nods. “Yes please,” a small shy smile curls on her lips. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a dress on,” she jokes and I chuckle, kissing the side of her head before putting on the rest of my clothes then head for Rayne’s room.

Rayne is in there, jumping on the bed. I could hear the sounds the bed make as she puts her weight over and over on it. Opening the door she plops down when I enter “You’re such a two year old,” I joked, heading for the duffel bag Giovanni gave filled with Amelia’s clothes.

Rayne lets out a low growl and I snap my gaze to hers. She looks like mom so much as she narrows her eyes and then roll them. “Says the person who was moping around the house for days because Amelia was upset with him. You were going low as dragging your feet.”

I playfully glared at her. “Shut it Rayne.”

She snorts and watch me.pick up the bag, her brows scrunching. “Is she still mad?” Her voice is low, soft. I pause.

Was Amelia still mad?

Maybe. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn’t. All I know was that I’d spend the rest of my life trying to protect and love her. Love.

My heartbeat goes haywire.

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“Does it matter at this point?” I sighed, answering my sister who’s looking at me intently. “All that matters now is to make her trust us. Show her that we’re not her enemies.”

Rayne nods, agreeing. “You’re right,”

I nod and turn to leave. “Hey Raiden?” Rayne calls out and I stop in my tracks.

I glance back at her, one hand still gripping the doorknob. “Hmm?”

Rayne softens and cracks a smile. “I’m glad she’s your mate,”

I smiled, meaning every word I am about to utter. “Me too.”

Back in my room Amelia is on my bed, towel wrapped around her and a nervous look on her face. I close the door behind me and walk up to her.

“My lady, I have brought forth your royal wardrobe,” I joked, trying to ease the tension. She cracks a grin and my heart melts.

I place the bag beside her and watch her stiffen. My brows draw into a furrow confused on why she reacted that way.

What was wrong with her clothes?

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want them anymore?” I asked, going to sit beside her. “I can bring them back if you don’t like-

“It’s not that I don’t like them,” she cuts in, her voice soft. “It’s just that,” she sighs and looks at me. “It feels like I don’t know the person who wore them you know? Like they’re not mine. I feel different,” she admits. “I don’t know who I am anymore.”

“But,” she whispered, her lips moving to make a small smile that actually reaches her eyes. “I can’t wait to learn who I really am with you by my side.”

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