A Love Reawakened The Alpha’s Regret by Alphabetical B

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Angela

Grinning widely, I took in the scent of my mate who had just walked into our apartment. His presence always comes with comfort and tranquility which is almost unbelievable. No matter how agitated I got, once he was near, all my troubles were thrown out of the window.

I organized some of the clothes in the closet and walked into the bedroom to find him leaning against the door, smiling back at me.

“Hey,” I whispered. Thanks to our werewolf sharp hearing genetics, I was one hundred percent sure he could hear me.

“Hey, baby. You smell so fucking good,” he wrapped his hands around my waist and placed his head in the crooks of my neck to inhale my scent.

My man! My Darius! I can’t believe I can be in love like this with someone after such a short period.

Darius and I found each other about three weeks ago. He was twenty-two and I had just turned eighteen. We were each other’s long awaited love and we didn’t wait to soak in the joy of our mating. The only thing stopping him from marking me was the Marking Ceremony usually organized by the pack and the next one would happen in a few days.

Immediately after we found each other, I moved in with him despite my parents’ pleas not to. They told me I would regret it because of Darius’s bad reputation but I wished I could tell it to their faces now that I didn’t.

I leaned back into his strong body and murmured his name again. Darius stands at 6 feet 2 inches while I was 5″5. He was a giant compared to my height. His handsome face was adorned by a chiseled jawline, piercing eyes, his nose, perfect, and a captivating smile. I knew I hit a jackpot with Darius. All the girls in the pack were probably jealous that Darius was my mate.

“I need to prepare dinner, Darius,” I whispered. He was staring at me, his eyes piercing into mine, passing a message of desire and want.

“I need you, Angel. If I don’t have you, I could drop dead,” he called me Angel. His Angel! He said I came into his life when he needed a light and I came with that light.

As I laughed at his words, his lips met with mine and he began kissing me passionately. I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him back. His tongue touching mine, sucking every word, we’ve laughter every out of my lips.

Gently, he lifted me into his hands and walked us to the bed. Darius never had sex anywhere other than the bedroom. He believed it was ‘dirty’ to have sex anywhere else.

Dropping me on the bed, I quickly untangled my hands from around his neck so I could tear that shirt off his perfect body. I did and he lifted my gown over my head. Thank goodness I was naked underneath that cloth.

“Fuck,” he murmured. He didn’t waste any time before he plastered my face with kisses. “I missed you, my Angel.”

me this

suddenly sucked on my nipples. He placed

“Please,” I pout. He placed his middle finger on my lips, stopping me from begging any further. “I told you already, I would only make love to you, taste your body inch by inch, worship you

me and I moaned

Angel,” he commanded and I obeyed

“Good girl,”

thrusts. Every touch, every kiss, every

front of me and I realized I’d been living in a fantasy world that I

leaving

mate yielded nothing. I left my family to be with the same man who’s the Alpha’s bastard son, and now, he stood there to tell me he wouldn’t mark me because his

face but I couldn’t even find the inner

that… you’re standing there to tell me it’s over between us,” I asked, my voice shaking as

need to

him by raising

he tried touching me but I

you, Darius.

away because I didn’t like how my body was reacting to

lies ahead of me, Angela. I can’t say

asked again the same way I’d been

if he had said the wrong thing. “I can’t tell you,

taking in his words, and his decisions. “Fine, when are you leaving?” “Once the Alpha approves my departure,” he answered. His father was the Alpha

I guess this is

waiting for him to say a word. Even though it’s been a short while we’ve been together, I

“What are you doing?”

as he watched me stuff his clothes into a

“I’m helping you pack,”

leaving