Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(54)

I slowly made my way from the bathtub to the bed. I rewrapped my ribs and pulled a t-shirt from his drawer and put it on. I wanted to go downstairs and talk to him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It seemed he needed some time to himself, and I needed to give it to him. I’ve never seen the look he had in his eyes before in my life. He didn’t scare me, but it unnerved me. I knew he was in a dark place, and I needed to let him come out of it before I approached him.

So instead, I lay in the bed, hoping he would join me soon. I stared out into the night, wondering what my future would hold. Would he love me the way I loved him?

“Probably not.”

I jumped up at the voice and was instantly thrown against the wall. A tight grip was around my neck so I couldn’t breathe. I fought and clawed at the hand that was pulling life from me, but I couldn’t move it. I felt hot breath that smelled of death on my neck. He was kissing me now.

God, my chest hurt. My lungs; I can’t get air.

“You think I would want you? Your father didn’t even want you. Your grandfather deserted you. It’s your fault I’m here. It’s for the best though; you dying like this. Saves everyone the grief. But first, I’m going to take what’s mine.”

The man licked my face. Then he took his other hand and gripped my sex. “Someone please help me!” I was starting to see spots. The darkness was getting closer.

“No! Please?!” I tried to fight, but the fight was out of me. I took one last breath and screamed as loud as I could. My voice was hoarse, but I screamed anyway. I felt someone grab me and call my name. I started to fight. I felt my strength coming back.

Just keep screaming.

“Pleaseeeee!!” I heard myself, and my eyes shot open.

Not remembering where I was, I scrambled up from the covers trying to get away from a dark figure in front of me. I couldn’t remember where I was, and it scared the shit out of me. The pain hit me from my ribs as I grabbed my shirt and felt it and my hair clinging to me.

“Baby, wake up. I’m here. It’s okay, angel. I got you.”

The sound of the voice in front of me was lifting the haze. My eyes started to focus, and the figure holding me was familiar. Mason was here. I gripped his arms as I tried to catch my breath. My throat hurt so badly, and I instantly reached for my neck. I couldn’t catch my breath. Hell, my chest and ribs were on fire.

“Calm down, baby. Look in my eyes. Come on, baby. Listen to me.” He touched my sweat-drenched face and caressed my hair back from my face. “Please, baby. Look at me.”

Finally, I did, and I saw the blue eyes I fell in love with.

“That’s it, baby. Keep your eyes on me.”

He moved closer to me, still holding my face gently but firmly, so I wouldn’t look anywhere else but at him. I saw him take deep breaths.

“Come on, Allura. Take a deep breath with me. Come on, I know you can do it.”

I couldn’t. It hurt too much. Instead, I just broke down and cried. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall. I felt him pull me into his lap. He held me the way I’ve wanted for days to be held.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. It’s okay. Now, you’re safe. I promise he won’t touch you again.”

It seemed I couldn’t get closer to him, so I gripped him as tight as I could.

“I got you, baby.”

I felt him move me slightly, making me straddle him. He pulled me back and caressed my face, taking special care with the bruise that I knew was visible.

“I’ve been an idiot, baby. I shouldn’t have let you leave my car that day. I’ve missed you so much.”

I was stunned. He wiped my tears softly and kissed my tear-stained cheeks.

He said to me, “I know I’m not perfect, and I don’t try to be. But I’m willing to be whatever you need for me to be. Just tell me you still want me.”

I started to get my breath. But the air was so heavy, and I squirmed in his lap. He watched me wide-eyed, as I shook my head. He sat up straighter.

“I want to try, baby. Please, just don’t push me away.”

He tightened his grip on my hips. I looked in his eyes and saw nothing about sincerity in them. I swallowed deeply and then found my voice.

I asked, “Are you sure.”

I barely recognized my voice. It was so hoarse.

“I’m sure that I’ve missed you. I’m sure that these past few days have been hell without you. I’m sure there’s no other woman I would rather be with than you. And I’m sure you have officially ruined me.”

I smiled for the first time in days.

“And you ruined me,” I said back to him.

He pulled me to him for the sweetest kiss I had ever felt. My toes curled as he softly caressed my lips with his. He didn’t deepen the kiss. He didn’t make it lustful. It was just full of promises that he didn’t say with words. He laid us down onto the bed and pulled the covers over us both. He kissed the top of my head.