Alpha King's Fake Mate Wants Out

---- Chapter 5 Heavy curtains choked out the midday sun, and the study was a blur of shadows. But even in this locked, supposedly safe space, I felt more exposed than ever. It was as if my disguises had been stripped away, leaving me raw and naked under a scorching heat with nowhere to hide. "Mm... Ethan..." I tried to push against the burning weight on me, but my hands were weak. My resistance felt more like an invitation. This time was different. For three years, our nights had been feral, but they were a routine release. Now, Ethan seemed possessed.

He was like a predator patrolling his borders, obsessed with scouring away a rival's scent His calloused hands traced every inch of my skin, igniting sparks of static dread. He wasn't just checking me-he was reclaiming me. "Don't..." I turned my head to dodge the barrage of kisses, but they trailed relentlessly down my neck to my collarbone, right where the "hickey "was. He kissed me with brutal force, his teeth grazing and biting. It was as if he intended to tear away the very skin tainted by another so that he could brand me with his mark. He had seen the hickey. He smelled the cologne.

Yet he remained dead silent, asking nothing. That calculated silence was more terrifying than any interrogation. ---- "Disgusting," he rasped into my ear, his breath hitching. "You're covered in a mess of other scents... Wash it off." After saying that, he drove into me with a heavy thud. Acry escaped my lips, but the shock made me tighten around him, exactly the way he wanted. "Mm..." He paused for a split second, then redoubled his pace. It felt as though he wanted to shatter my soul and swallow the pieces. The guilt was suffocating.

Just a few hundred yards away in the West Tower lived his fated mate and my sister, Nora. Meanwhile, here I was in the dim study, pinned beneath her future mate and engaged in something utterly shameless. In the height of the haze, a deluded thought struck me. I felt as though I actually had cheated, and this was my penance "No... Stop..." I fought against the mountain of muscle over me, tears blurring my vision. I didn't know if they were from pleasure or sorrow. "Nora... Nora is right there... You should go to her...

She's your fated "shut up." Ethan grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him. In the gloom, his bloodshot eyes brimmed with a madness I couldn't decipher. "You're bringing up other women now?" He let out a cold laugh. " Looks like I'm not working hard enough if your mind is wandering." ---- "That's not... Mmph!" He smothered my protest with a dominant kiss. He raided my mouth, sweeping through every corner as if trying to drain the very air from my lungs. At the same time, his movements became more violent. Each thrust was heavier and deeper than the last.

With every impact, it felt as though he were brainwashing me. He didn't mention the photo or my "secret lover". He was showing me with his actions that that man didn't exist. As long as he didn't acknowledge it and I couldn't speak about it, it never happened. "You're mine," he growled into the heat of the kiss, over and over. " Remember this feeling, Freya. No one else touches you like this. Forget everything else... Your body knows only me." My heart betrayed me, skipping a beat. That kind of talk was too irresistible.

1 knew perfectly well this was just his possessiveness talking to scrub away the "shame". But my body was a traitor. It shivered and bloomed under his touch. I even craved more. suddenly, a strange sense of deja vu washed over me. This kind of soul-drowning madness-where he did the most ruthless things while whispering the most tender words-felt familiar. Fragmented memories flickered. Was it on a snowy Christmas Eve? Or perhaps an anniversary where ---- I'd had too much to drink. I remembered being held like this and hearing Ethan whispering, "I love you." No.

That was impossible Ethan could never say that. I was just a convenience. Those had to be fever dreams I'd invented to cope with reality. "Focus." Sensing my distraction, Ethan bit down hard on the fake hickey, not letting go until he tasted copper. "Tt hurts..." I sobbed, clinging to him. "Good. Remember the pain." He licked the new wound tenderly, but his voice dropped to a low warning. "Remember this pain and weight. 1 am the only one allowed to leave a mark on you." He surged forward one last time, pinning me to the couch.

Inside the study with its curtains drawn tight, the only sounds left were the heavy thrum of our breathing and the suggestive, liquid sounds. On this afternoon, when we were supposed to be discussing the end of our mate bond, he was instead forcefully rewriting my memories. He used the most primitive language to erase a man who didn't exist, as well as my desire for freedom. 1 knew he knew, but I had no choice but to play my part. Even if I was the "unfaithful" evil woman, he was going to make sure Iwas his, and his alone.