The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 135

“What’s wrong?”

He asks more seriously when my laughter dies out. I shake my head, mindlessly twirling a finger around his locks.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how everything seems a little too perfect right now.”

“It is, isn’t it? You, with your little arms around me. You, with your hair sprawled over my chest. You, with your heat mixing with my own. You, with your body pressed snuggly against mine. You, all wrapped up around me. It’s all just”

He kisses my wrist.

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I can’t help the roll of my eyes. The warmth spreading through me burns my skin like molten lava. Every word he says hits a section in my heart. A jabbing sensation that only manages to increase my affection over him.

“I’m this close to believing everything about me is perfect to you.”

He doesn’t move to look at me. He just continues peppering my arm with light kisses before múmbling,

“Isn’t that the case?”

The seriousness in his tone stops me from responding. And all of a sudden I feel this tremendous weight of guilt holding me down.

Guilt for the fact he doesn’t know I already met my ‘mate‘.

Not that I really considered Landon as mine to begin with. Regardless, Raizel had the right to know- he needed to know. In order to pursue this, I had to tell him. It would be wrong and extremely unfair to him if he doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into. The extent of how damaged I was.

Whether he changes his mind or not about being with me is unclear but he needed to know.

Would he feel any different to know that I’ve been rejected? Would he still want me after finding out that I was unwanted? Would he still look at me with such tenderness after finding out how useless I was? That I couldn’t save anyone? That I couldn’t save Duskfall?

A pang of fear rippled through me. Burying my face into his neck, I inhaled his scent, trying to comfort the creeping fear of rejection. After Landon, I was sure nothing could break my heart again. Then the rogues attacked. After the rogues attacked, my heart was torn into pieces just when I picked it up and put it together. Then Bentley was taken from me. After Bentley was taken from me, my heart was was viciously torn from my chest. Then they took Lila from me.

After they took Lila from me, my heart was unrecoverable.

I was living fine. I had Noah and Isaac, Meredith and Williams but there was always a void in my heart.

Then Raizel showed up.

And the tiny bit of light came back to my life. A small, shimmering light that was just beyond my reach. A light that quickly spread through me with no forewarning beforehand. A light I was so

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blindly following no matter the consequences.

And if someone takes Raizel from me…

I doubt I could ever bring myself up to the surface again.

If im feeling this deep for a man I just barely got to know but somehow feel so inexplicably connected to, I can’t imagine the weight of his rejection will affect me.

I could possibly lose him.

But I had to tell him.

It was only right to.

“I need to tell you something.”

I mutter, pulling away from him. There’s a confused frown on his face, but he still rubs down my arms comfortingly. Just the small gesture is enough to encourage me to continue. I let out a breath.

“Remember when you asked me if I had a mate?”

He flinches under me, his hand freezing mid–brush. The he gives me a curt nod. Nothing less, nothing more. A reaction that tells nothing of his thoughts.

He’s unaware of it but his hold around me tightens.

“I already found him.”

Had I blinked, i wouldn’t have noticed he flash of emotion in his eyes. I couldn’t pin point it to anything in particular. It wasnt anger, but it could’ve been. It wasn’t sadness, but maybe it was. Was it fear?

Possibly.

One thing I was sure of though, was the possessiveness in the way he looked at me.

A strong, thick possessive streak that made shivers roll down my spine.

“Oh.”

His voice was gruff. An octave deeper than it usually was. His wolf that had been dormant the whole time bristling as his eyes darkened considerably. A cloud of tension passes through me.

Then something in his expression changes. A look of betrayal swims in his eyes as his lips part,

“You lied to me?”

My eyes widened from his question, panic quickly setting in when I see how much it pained him to say it. I shake my head profusely, hoping he’d see the desperation in my body language. I take his hands in mine, squeezing them tight and felt some relief when he didn’t move away.

“No. I didn’t. At least, not in the way you think.”

I tell him wholeheartedly. My reassurance only serves to confuse him even more.

“I don’t understand. You told me you didn’t have one when I asked you but now you’re here saying you do.”

The suspicion is thick in his voice. Unable to understand what I was saying but making the effort to piece everything together. He draws his eyebrows together when a thought hits him