P.S: I'm Mated With The Cursed Alpha!

~Chapter Five~

“Y-yes...I-I guess...” I said utterly unsure.

I was quite boggled that he actually let go of my hair after I told him how much pain he was causing.

For someone so vicious, so demanding and cruel, he actually complied. Which was so strange. And why is he staring at me like I did something to him?

I haven’t noticed it before, but his lashes were so long, it shaded over his green eyes as they danced wildly in the moonlight. He had a full head of long, straight hair. It was black as the night sky and so silky, blowing gently crossed his face perfect structured face.

I couldn’t believe I was actually thinking this way towards him...but he was so handsome and masculine. My eyes glanced over his full lips. His cupid’s bow was so defined, curving almost perfectly.

Then there was his board, muscular torso with a deep claw mark above his right breast.

He was the perfect man every girl dreamt of having...every girl except for me--I convinced myself-- I have Jackson. He’s the only man I’ve ever dreamt about and will be the only man as well.

I stared at his large hand clutched almost too easily around my small wrist. I definitely couldn’t escape from him.

Though I was headstrong and positive, I couldn’t help but—

He sucked his bottom lip, wetting it, and swallowed loudly. I watched in slow motion as his sharp Adam’s apple grazed up and down his throat.

I was so close...so close to—

A deep, lascivious growl emerged from his throat and I clenched... HARD! My core was pulsing like wildfire and I couldn’t control the sensation.

All I could of do was hold my head down in shame and just let nature take its course. I didn’t like it one bit, but when a man like that looks the way he does and is staring down at you like fresh meat, one could let it happen.

If Jackson knows I’m aroused for another man and other than him... I would be so broken and devasted.

I break for a moment and looked up in his face and for the first time for the night, his face had turned all soft. His muscles weren’t as tensed like it was a few minutes ago and his grasped on my wrist has loosened slightly, but his eyes...those eyes were still intense as they travel over every inch of my face.

If I was a weak-minded girl, I would have definitely fallen for such a dreamy face, despite how he treated me and Sarah...

BUT THIS WAS WRONG!

His face immediately tensed back up and his grip tightened as I tried to fight and pull away from him again.

I felt so disgusted just thinking about it, I couldn’t help wanting to free myself out of his hold and run somewhere and cry for everything that transpired tonight. And yet more is still to come.

He growled, tugging my arm, pulling my body onto the border. “Stop fighting me!” He said sternly. His tone of voice was mixed with anger and hurt from my rejection.

What was wrong with the guy. Why was he like this? One second he’s the calmest, gentlest thing and with just one wrong move he snaps into a raging bull.