Obsidian Alpha

Chapter 21

Morena’s POV:

He had left me. Just like that. He gave me the greatest pleasure I had ever felt and then as if lightning had struck him, he got up and left. He barely spared me a glance. Why had I not seen this coming? He clearly had an ulterior motive when he came here. I should have known. I was just a fuck to him. His gentleness meant absolutely nothing. I got up and ran to the bathroom. I wanted to wash every sign of him from my body. I felt disgusted. Not with him. he never showed any good intentions from the start. But with myself. For letting him get this far. How could I just give in to pleasure? But he was my mate. The pull was just too strong and I was too naïve.

I got under the shower and let hot water run over me and then I scrubbed my flesh until it turned red. I can not believe this was happening to me for the second time this day. Leander was indeed a cruel piece of shit. I will not cave under his touch again, ever!

I got out of the shower, got dressed and dried my hair. I was exhausted. I wanted to sleep today away. I headed towards the bed but stopped mortified when I saw signs of our deed on the sheets. They were wet with a few droplets of blood. My anger just went through the roof and shame tickled my flesh. I took the sheet off the bed and tore it apart with a small pair of scissors I had in my beauty kit. I left the pieces on the ground and then headed for the small couch. I curled up and all the events of the day dawned on me. I was screwed. I will either die here or get so broken I won’t be able to gather my pieces. I cried myself to sleep eventually.

Leander’s POV:

It was almost dawn when I got back to my room that night. I had no idea what I was going to say if I found Morena awake. I could feel slight waves of pain coming from her all night long. They weren’t that strong but they were there since we had connected. I could not explain it. I should not be able to feel her from that far away. My obsession with her is not healthy. My guilt over her was not fathomable. I should not feel like an asshole for leaving her. I had one purpose for going into that room. Fuck her and go out. Exactly what I did. But if Asher’s voice had not stopped me, I would have held her in my arms while she slept and then probably woke her up and fucked her to oblivion till dawn. I was not much of a deep sleeper anyway.

A wave of panic overcame me as soon as I entered the room and did not see her sleeping frame on the bed. But then I calmed down a bit when I registered her sleeping form curled up on the couch. I then took in the state of my room. I am not going to lie I half expected it to be a total mess. Morena was a woman that I held prisoner. She could have let her frustration from me constantly being a dick to her on the content of my room. I had nothing precious to me here but changing what she could have destroyed would have been a hassle. I have not been staying in my room anyway. The extra arrangements would have been made for her. I would have made her stay in my office. So, I could have her on me every chance I got. A rush of heat went straight to my groin at the idea of fucking her on my desk.

My gaze finally took in the torn bed sheet on the floor. She seemed to have thrown a tantrum after all. The fact that she tore the evidence of our connection did not sit well with me. It only proves that I did fuck things up as I thought I did. A pang of guilt hit me and the image of her pained eyes when I left earlier returned to me.

I went closer to her and crouched down, taking her in. she was curled up in a fetal position. She had taken a shower. I could smell it. Her brows were furrowed and she wore a frown even in her deep sleep. Her face was stained with tears and all I could think about was how she would look like after I fucked her so hard, she cried. God damn, I was a hopeless jerk. I brushed a strand of her away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. I stood up and went to the bathroom, took a cold shower, and wore some boxers. I usually slept naked but I don’t think she will appreciate that fact when she woke up that morning. I intended to wait for her so we could talk. No matter what I think I owe her an explanation.

I cleaned up the torn pieces of fabric from the floor and put on a new bed sheet. I then went to the couch and picked her up. Those familiar tingles erupted throughout my whole body and I fought a loud groan that threatened to come out. I went to the bed and gently placed her down. I went around to the other side and got under the sheet as well. She stirred up a bit and my whole body stiffened. I know we will eventually have a confrontation in a few hours from now but I need to catch on some sleep before that. Morena was a brat and I needed all the patience in the world to deal with her it seems. I pulled her closer and buried my face into her neck. This is the first time I share the bed with a woman. Even in my previous conquests, I either get up and leave or ask them to get out after we do the deed. She smelled heavenly and I had to think of cat vomit so I could calm my dick and drift to sleep before I did something irrational.