Chapter 87
AYLA
I don’t know what I am saying. But my words have caused a heavy silence among people.
My mind spins. I grin, pointing towards a tall, blurry guy in the crowd.
“Will you- – -marry me?” I stutter, stumbling over my feet again.
It will destroy Mom and Dad’s plans for me if I can just change the course of my life by getting married to a man they don’t get to choose. The thought keeps hammering my hazy mind. But whoever I point to, just runs away.
Who would dare to marry-Ayla Alvarez?
My lips pucker out. “I—I am not that bad. I just can’t let any- – -any man p>
The words feel heavy on my tongue. I can’t let any man touch me. It’s like my fight-or-flight response activates as soon as a man gets close to me. I am either, inclined to hurt them or run away.
I chose to do the latter with Henry. Whenever he got close, I made an excuse and ran away.
But he figured out I was only running from him. And he pressured me more into getting intimate.
It made me sick.
Why am I only realizing it now?
He made me sick when he told me he wanted me in his bed without caring if it was alright with me.
But Dad and Mom shouldn’t have pushed him away. They had no right.
“So-Someone, just-” Marry me.
Marry me and end this misery. Let me be free for once.
“Ms. Alvarez p>
Suddenly, the blurry crowd parts, and two men, dressed in black fitted suits come marching towards me.
I sway, planting my hands on my hips. “Whi-Which one of you wants to-marriage- – -I mean marry me p>
“Our Boss wants to marry you.” The one in front with blurry jet-black hair says.
“Who?” I squint my eyes to get a better view but end up only hurting my head.
I can’t stand straight anymore. I want to sit down and shake my head a few times to grasp my hold on sanity. “He is waiting for you.” They say.
“What do you think you are doing?” Hazel’s screechy voice makes me flinch and fall back.
I land on my b**t, pain shooting throughout my tailbone. I wince, closing my eyes. Now, it will hurt for a long time.
My healing is slow because I have only ever shifted three times in 1 year. Mom says she was like this in the start, but she got a rare white wolf, like mine and it became fine later.
“Leave her alone. Don’t even think about taking advantage. You don’t know what Alpha Alexander will do to you people if he gets to know you tried to take his drunk daughter.” Hazel is rambling on and on. “Grab her.” One man commands the other.
I pat my flushed cheeks and open my eyes. My blurry vision adjusts just enough to let me see the man who is approaching me.
“Ayla! Sober the fuck up, Ayla. Tell them you don’t want to go with them.” Hazel yells.
I shake my drowsy head and try to find her but everything is blurry again. I can’t see anything clearly. People’s faces are zooming in and out as I find myself so close to vomitting.
My thoughts end when his hands touch my waist. Instantly, my mind goes on high alert but my limbs are loose.
“Wh—Where I mumble, getting dragged towards an unknown direction.
“You wanted someone to marry you, Ms. Alvarez. Our Boss has accepted your proposal. I am taking you to him to seal this deal.” The man informs gruffly.
Something tells me that I am not doing right.
But the anger is bigger. The need for a single breath of freedom is profound. The desire to ruin my life runs deep in my veins.
I am hauled up a flight of stairs. Hazel continues to shout in the background, telling me to do something or to run.
But why would I do it?
I grin, swaying side by side as I am pushed inside some space. I hear a door click shut, and try to adjust my vision again.
The air inside the red-themed room is cold. And the presence behind me is colder.
I shiver, wrapping my arms around myself. “M-Marry-Do you want to- – p>
I gasp as cold hands touch my arms. The touch makes me freeze. The roughness and size of his hands prove that he is a
man.
A man. Danger. A-
My mouth hangs open as he runs his hands down my arms, reaching for the back of my palms. Electricity runs down the path of his fingers, shutting my mind down.
Fireworks explode before my eyes. Unconsciously, I sway back, leaning into the man’s broad chest.
A man. I whisper to myself as his hands reach for my stomach.
A man. I try to murmur as he turns me around and his fingers fist my hair.
“A man.” I manage to say at last, but my voice is drowned behind the violent force that collides with my lips-a warm, wet, and harsh mouth.
My knees weaken, giving out from underneath me. He hooks his arm around my waist, pulling me flush to his chest.
I am one with him. Chest to chest. Arms tangled. Lips connected.
He is kissing me. I try to breathe but only get to taste the whiskey on my lips.
I try to breathe again and he pulls away. A momentary pause, an exchange of breaths-one that he exhales and I inhale and his voice that moves across my skin, waking sparks in their wake before he says. “Scared little kitten. So f g vulnerable in my arms p>
My stomach hollows, butterflies threatening to fill it. I can’t see him, I can’t open my eyes, I can’t breathe, but I can feel him in every inch of my flesh.
What is this? This explosive sensation that is slowly taking over me?
“You want to be my wife, don’t you?” His lips move, feathering mine with each word.
I try to search for the panic but end up melting into the strong arms that are holding me up.
“Tell me.” His knuckles go lower, touching my collarbone and hovering above my clothed boobs. ” do you want to become mine p>
“Yes. “I breathe, an agreement to everything he wants from me.
A dark chuckle follows my answer before those lips descend on me and kiss me harder than before.