Page 4 of Ruthless Alpha Beast
Entering the witch’s market already puts me in a better mood. I forget all about my near run-in with the prejudiced, arrogant pack and remember just how wonderful it is to be in this place again.
The market is like something out of a fairytale; wooden crates are filled with all kinds of different herbs, vegetables and spices. Magic charms swirl through the air as witches test out spells and potions.
There’s so much color, so much laughter, and so many sparkles! It’s hard to even remember what it’s like to be in a bad mood or upset.
After walking around a little, I whip out my phone to text Danielle.
I mention that Sawyer said there’s something she might need and that I can get her anything she wants. I tell her that I’d be more than happy to do it—I usually just come to the market to walk around, or get some vegetables. I'm usually too shy to ask about any of the magic, although I’d really love to find out what everything does.
OH, Danielle texts,YES, I actually have a list hold on.
Then she texts again.Can you see if there’s any dream root first?
Sure!
I lift my head from my phone to scan for dream root, when suddenly, I see him. Blonde hair golden as though it’s reflecting the sun, gray-blue eyes that sparkle, and a build that makes him look as though he’s been made from a whole tower of bricks.
My face drops, and with it, my phone nearly falls too.
TheAlpha. Jasper. The arrogant asshole who hates me.
I consider hiding, but he notices me too and starts coming toward me with typical, over-confident, Alpha strides. I tell my legs to move, but I’m stuck; my chest is frozen, as though it's been filled with blocks of ice.
Am I imagining that he’s looking at me?
Those eyes, like two moonstones, are fixed on my face. There’s no way he’s looking behind me, or to the side of me, or below, but why is he looking at me likethat?
Like, he doesn’t want me to move. Like he’s determined, on a mission.
Even if my legs could move, and I had the confidence to blow him off, I still don’t think I’d do it. There’s this pull, maybe it’s the whole Alpha thing, although as a human, I’m not sure that I’m affected by it.
It’s a pull that makes me want to obey. Even though I know he’s probably about to talk some shit, to make fun of me, to derogatorily call me ‘human’ and ask what I’m doing here, I don’t want to move away. I can’t.
I brace myself, ball my fists, and as he towers above me, blocking out all of the sun, I gasp. Would he actually hurt me in front of all these witches?
He’s getting too close... he’s going to...
He’s…
Jasper gently takes my face into his hands and brushes his lips over mine. My eyes close, I uncurl my fists.
I can’t think.
My stomach drops, and my whole body sets alight as he darts his tongue deep into my mouth. I stifle a groan.
I don’t know what to do with myself, but he kisses me with passion, maneuvering my mouth where he wants it to go.
Massaging my tongue, non-reactive, in total shock, with his.
That smell. The scent of him brings back a flood of memories. The way he holds my body as though it's his, the way he claims my mouth, I’m reminded of things I’ve been adamant on forgetting.
I can’t protest as his passionate kisses turn soft and sweet. I stifle a groan as a deep warmth spreads through my body to places I don’t want to give to him. Places that he has so much control over.
When he stops, I miss his mouth, and I completely forget where I am.
Chapter 2 - Jasper
I haven’t been with a woman for a while, at least not like this, and all we’re doing is kissing. Correction, all I’m doing is kissing.
