Chained By The Alpha Jessica Hall

Book 2 Chapter 19

~Vance~

But I can't seem to get this girl out of my head.I can see her so clearly, her dark blonde hair shimmering under the dim lights, framing her delicate features. The scent of her-spiced vanilla with a hint of something floral-lingers in my mind like an intoxicating drug, stirring a hunger I haven't felt for so long, a desire I haven't felt since my mate. Something I thought I would never feel again

I swallow hard, my breath quickening as my hand finds its way down my body. The fantasy overtakes me, and I imagine her touch instead of my own. What would it be like to have her here with me, her hands exploring every inch of me?

The thought sends a rush of heat coursing through my veins. I picture her pressed against me, her soft skin brushing mine, the warmth of her body, her gentle touch

"God, Maya," I murmur, lost in the moment. It makes me wonder what she sounds like, if her sharp tongue will be as defiant when pliable, when her legs are wrapped around my waist as I drive into her. If she would enjoy me taking control, to guide her, to feel the power shift between us. A wicked smile crosses my lips at the idea of bending her to my wicked desires, of teasing her until she begs for more. The thought of her submitting, of her body arching beneath my hands, and my name on her lips sends a shiver down my spine

I envision the way I'd grab her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat radiate from her. My palm would land firmly on her plump peach ass,

leaving her gasping. I crave the sight of her, my fingers etched into her skin while looking back at me, her expression a perfect blend of defiance and surrender, just begging to be claimed

With each stroke of my hand, the tension builds, the image of her becoming more vivid. I'm consumed by the phantom feel of her skin against mine, the sweet taste of her on my tongueThis content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"God," I groan, the sound lost in the cascade of water. With a final, desperate thrust, I let go completely, her name spilling from my lips, drowning in ecstasy

I quickly wash myself wondering what has got into me, maybe it's seeing Zayn and Cleo so happy together that has brought this on? With a heavy sigh, I finally turn off the water. The sudden silence echoes around me, leaving only

the sound of my heavy breaths. I wrap a towel around my waist, feeling the soft fabric against my damp skin grounding me momentarily

As I step into my bedroom, I glance around, searching for something-anything-to distract myself from the thoughts I shouldn't be having

My place is simple, functional, just like me. Yet tonight, it feels suffocatingly empty and the usual emptiness feels colder, more haunting than ever

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The next day

The crisp morning air does little to calm the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my head to the packhouse. The sight of Maya last night, working at that club, gnawed at me more than I cared to admit. But then I remember her

trembling voice at the trial, the raw pain as she recounted feeling Deacon's death and Lydia's betrayal. The memory of her testimony twists something deep in my chest. She was entangled in Lydia's schemes that nearly tore my family apart, yet here I am, wrestling with sense of..

what? Guilt? Responsibility? I shouldn't care, but after hearing her testimony at the trial, seeing the pain she'd been through, it's not so simple

As I walk into Zayn's office, I'm set on asking him about Maya, needing some brotherly advice or perhaps seeking his permission to intervene somehow. Though I am not sure how he will handle me wanting to pry into this girl's life, she helped destroy his mate, but I don't believe she was truly malicious, I believe she was trying to salvage what was left of a broken bond. But at the same time I want to know why I care so

much? She was Lydia's accomplice, for Moon's sake. Her actions nearly destroyed everything of what's left of my family