The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 82

. Chapter 82 The way he was acting with me in the woods only served to prove the point. But then again, he has a mate somewhere. I wasn’t going to be some mate stealer nor was I going set myself up by pursuing these emotions knowing he would eventually find his destined and inevitably leave me for her. I didn’t want a relationship where I would end up losing. I’ve lost enough. I didn’t need to lose my heart when I spent years picking it up and sewing it back together. I had to harden myself, keep my heart guarded. But when it involves him, I’m not sure how effective that could be. Just two seconds with him was enough to mess with my mind. “Where is Alpha Locksworth?” Elizabeth asks, putting into words the same question I asked in my mind. I faked indifference, casually cutting into the pancake before popping it in my mouth.

“You know how he is, Eliza.” Williams looks over to me, “He usually leaves early going to who knows where when he visits. He’s not the type to eat at the table. He’s just closed off like that.” I nod in understanding, feeling slightly dampened knowing I wasn’t going to see him. I was quick to fight off such feelings and instead focused on finishing the last bits of my pancake. Raizel’s scent was all over the mansion, and more heavily near the room in the far side of where I stayed. “Well, the Gala is in a few days. I’m sure Meredith has been urging you to find a date.” Williams says cutting into his eggs. Oh great. Another one of their talks. “Are you going with someone ” He cuts himself off, eyes going wide by a fraction as he looks visibly taken aback. “Oh. Well this is interesting.”

He murmurs to himself. My eyebrows furrow together in confusion when all of a sudden a scent hits me. A scent so mouthwatering good and distinct that I don’t need to turn around to know who has just made his grand entrance. My body stiffened but I tell myself to relax. His shoes tapped against the marble, leaving behind growing sounds of his footsteps behind. Each passing sound managing to urge a shiver out of me. “Alpha Locksworth. What a surprise.” Williams greets, slyly casting me a look as I carried on eating. Elizabeth smiles as she stands up, giving Raizel an awkward side-hug in acknowledgment. I could feel the discomfort and I automatically know that he doesn’t typically greet with intimate gestures like a hug. I assume it’s because he never sticks around in one place long enough for the formalities. I was intent on just ignoring his presence but it proves to be impossible when I felt him approach me. Lifting my gaze from my plate, I met his eyes and nearly drop my fork. He looked different somehow. He looked lighter. As if a weight that had been weighing down on him has been lifted. The dark gleam in his eyes were there, but something much more was lingering beneath them. Something I couldn’t quite discern but felt familiar to He looked at me and if not for the slight trembling of his hand, I would have thought he wasn’t feeling every ounce of my nervousness. He did. And yet he still stood there waiting for me to greet him like a stoned statue. Reluctantly, I nod at him, extending my hand to meet his only to have him grasp it and pull me toward him. Chest against chest, my eyes went wide as I stopped breathing all together. My hand shot out to steady myself from the whiplash and clasped my hand around his cladded bicep. The firm muscles under my hold tensing from the sudden contact but relaxed just as quick. Somehow I’m sure he could hear how fast my heart was beating right now. I swallowed, meeting his eyes as I took him in. Finding myself at a loss for words rarely happened, but it’s become evidently clear I lost my wits around this man. I was unsure of what to say or how to greet him even when I practiced for almost half an hour in my head. Rehearsing nothing but formal phrases that now seemed lost in the jumble of mess known as my mind. Unconsciously, my fingers tightened around his arm as he slowly dipped his head. Pressing his cheekProperty © NôvelDrama.Org.

against mine, my face went into flames when I felt his lips brush against my cheekbones. That soft, fluttery feel of his skin sent jitters down my body. “Selene.” He huskily whispers into my ear. “Raizel.” I whisper back. The softness of his hair grazing along the side of my face sent tingles of warmth pooling in my lower abdomen. I wanted nothing more than to just run my hands through them, feeling the silkiness first hand but decided against making a fool of myself. It was only when he pulled back with that slight smile on his face did I realize the name I had thoughtlessly uttered. F uck. I used his first name again. Scolding myself but at the same time, guiltily finding pleasure of being allowed to use his name, I pounded it into my head not to use it again. Whenever he was in my presence I lost all logical thinking and momentarily lose myself around him. +