Chapter 84
Chapter 84:
Adella walked in looking flushed. She paused when she saw me, her scent reaching me instantly — vanilla and rain — but underneath it, faint and infuriating, was the sterile, antiseptic smell of the hospital. Him.
“Dallas?” She clutched her portfolio to her chest, her eyes widening as she took in the darkened room. “I didn’t think you’d still be up p>
I stood slowly, letting my presence fill the space. The air grew heavy, charged with the static of my restrained power. I could feel Ragnar pacing just beneath my skin, eager to reclaim what had been tainted.
“Did you have a productive meeting?” I asked, my voice deceptively smooth — velvet wrapped around a jagged rock.
She swallowed hard, taking a hesitant step forward. “It was… informative. Liam gave me some good advice about the interview process p>
“Liam,” I repeated, tasting the bile the name brought to my throat. I closed the distance between us, moving with the silent, predatory grace that made most men cower. Adella didn’t retreat, though I saw the tremor in her hands.
I stopped inches from her, towering over her small frame, and inhaled deeply — confirming my suspicion. His scent was on her hand.
“Did he touch you p>
It wasn’t a request for information. The question was laced with a fraction of the Alpha’s Command — compelling and absolute. Adella’s breath hitched. Her eyes darted to mine, wide with confusion and fear.
“I… he…” She didn’t deny it.
The dam broke.
𝖲𝘵𝗼rі𝗲ѕ you 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝗉𝘂𝘵 𝘥оw𝘯 о𝗇 𝗴alոо𝘷еl𝘴.со𝗺
I reached out, gripping her waist and hauling her flush against me. The portfolio fell from her hands, hitting the floor with a dull thud. She gasped, her hands rising instinctively to press against my chest — a futile resistance against a wall that wouldn’t move.
“Dallas, you’re hurting me p>
“I am not jealous, Adella,” I growled, lowering my head until my lips brushed the shell of her ear. My voice dropped to a dangerous, guttural whisper that sent a shiver racing down her spine. “I am territorial p>
Before she could respond, I captured her lips.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss — it was a reclamation. I kissed her with bruising intensity, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, demanding submission, demanding she taste nothing but me. I needed to scrub his scent from her skin, to drown out his memory with my own overwhelming presence.
She struggled for a moment, a futile resistance against the tide, before her body betrayed her. She melted into me, a soft sound escaping her throat that drove Ragnar wild. Mine, the beast purred, satisfied by her surrender.
I broke the kiss but didn’t pull away. My forehead rested against hers, our breaths mingling in ragged gasps. Her lips were swollen, red, and thoroughly marked.
“Now,” I whispered, my thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, feeling the frantic pulse beneath her skin. “Now everyone knows who you belong to p>
I released her abruptly and stepped back into the shadows. I didn’t look back as I walked toward my study, leaving her standing breathless and trembling in the center of my world.
Adella