Page 33 of The Alpha's Chosen Outcast

“What?”

I’m emboldened by his incredulity. If he’s gonna kill me, let it happen already. I’m done being afraid.

I continue, “Why are you really pissed, Trey? Are you worried someone will find out you let an exile live for the past six weeks for the sake of your sister’s wedding dress?

I know you’re after power here, but come on. Shit or get off the pot because I’m done living in fear here. I won’t do this for another six weeks.”

He starts pacing, looking at me sitting on the floor each time he comes back toward me. After his third pass, I stand up, looking him right in the eye.

He stops pacing. “That’s not it, Heather. This isn’t all about power.”

I cross my arms. “Then what is it about?”

He starts pacing again. There’s something here. My wolf feels it, like when we first met, and he put his hand on my throat.

I need to know if it’s real but I don’t know how to find out. I have to do something to stop this fucking pacing, too, because it’s becoming really annoying.

I stand in his path when he comes back toward me. He doesn’t try to push me aside. Instead, I feel this sort of vibration in the space between us, almost like a magnet pulling me toward him.

I let my wolf’s instincts take over, and what happens next both terrifies and excites me.

I kiss him.

Chapter 10

TREY

Everything I’d been anxious about a moment ago slips from my mind when Heather’s mouth meets mine. This time, I hear it clearly in my head—her wolf calling out to mine and mine answering.

It’s not Heather and Trey, the seamstress and the publishing magnate’s son kissing right now. It’s the heir to Alpha power connecting with someone who….I don’t know. I’m not sure what this means.

I remember seeing something about this in the archives, but I can’t remember any of what I read there. All I’m aware of is that she’s kissing me, and I want to kiss her back. I want all of her.

I deepen the kiss, bringing my hands up her back, into her hair, and letting my tongue slide in between her lips as my wolf calls out to hers the whole time.

She responds in kind, embracing my waist, her hips touching mine as our bodies line up together.

Then reality creeps back in and I find myself overcome with anger. How dare she? What the fuck could she have been thinking? I have to take control of this.

With my fingers still in her hair, I feel my claws emerge. In one swift move, I end the kiss and get her up against the wall, the claws on my other hand pinning her there.

I’m reminded of the day we met, but there’s a lot more between us this time. That wolf call is far stronger. I still feel it now, but I have to resist.

“What are you after?”

The words come out in a growl, and I see the fear on her face. I know she heard me and understands what I’ve asked.

I feel her breathing grow faster and hear her heartbeat matching it. I have to fight harder to resist. Everything in me wants to go back to kissing her. The only answer she gives me is a whimper.

I can’t hold back anymore. My claws retract, and I give in to the call of her wolf—surrendering to the sensation that I need her.

Our kiss is more intense this time, and my hands roam all over her body. Every tight curve falls under my hungry palms, and I ache over the fact that there are still layers of clothing between us.

I hear the sound of her moaning before I feel the vibration in my mouth. It spurs me on further. My hand goes under her shirt, and I discover that she’s not wearing a bra.

Her hand is on my pants, rubbing against my hard dick, and I pinch her nipple, my lips moving down her jawline to that little hollow between her neck and shoulder.

The next moan that comes out of her is louder without my mouth covering hers. I run my tongue down her collarbone slowly, wanting to torture her just a bit.

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