Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Chapter 261

Alec

The cold-water rushes over me, icy rivulets cascading down my skin as I brace my hands against the shower wall. My breaths come in sharp, ragged bursts, each one echoing against the tile. My muscles tense beneath the freezing spray, and yet it does little to quell the fire raging inside me.

I squeeze my eyes shut, the water stinging my skin as I drop my head, letting it pummel the back of my neck. It's not enough. Nothing is enough.

The scent of her clings to me, even now. It's embedded in my skin, threaded through every breath, every heartbeat. Sadie. Her soft whimpers, the way her body arched against mine, her mouth forming my name on a trembling gasp. And now she's in the other room, curled up in that bed, her body wracked with the heat

I can't take away.

Knox growls in my mind, pacing restlessly. "They are in pain."

I know. Goddess, do I know.

I grip the back of my neck, fingers digging in as if I can scrub away the feeling of her pressed against me. The memory of her slick warmth against me is a brand I can't erase, and it's driving me out of my mind.

She wanted me. Begged for me. And I had to pull away. I had to be the one to stop it.

I can still hear the echo of her voice, broken and raw.

"You don't want me. You still love Lola."

A shudder wracks through me, the ache in my chest intensifying. I still can't believe that she believes I still love Lola. Can you imagine that? Yet can I blame her for believing that I didn't want her because I still loved Lola?

I know there were rumors about me and Lola three years ago. I do admit that I mated Lola during her heat; that is true. what is not true is the intensity of it. It wasn't so intense. It wasn't anything but normal.

That should have been another sign that something was wrong. That She wasn't who I thought she was. That she wasn't my mate.

was so desperate to save my pack that I ignored so many red flags about her and our

so much in a woman that I ended up hurting my

something other than the desire tearing me

were

whisper,

what to expect," Knox says. "We thought everything was

we knew but we chose to ignore

shower, water streaming down my face as I stand there, head bowed, heart thundering. It takes everything in

in the mirror is a stranger- wild and tired eyes, hair plastered to my skull, jaw

bothering to dry off.

tangled in the sheets, her brow furrowed even in sleep. My heart twists painfully. She's still

sound, instinctively burrowing into my chest, her face pressing into the crook of my neck. The feel of her, warm and soft and fragile against me, is both a comfort and

veins. The need to mate her is a living, breathing thing, clawing at my

when I know deep down this isn't what she

it weren't for the heat, she

to him,

a heavy, frustrated weight in

"How's Nyx?"

growl is low, strained. "Not good. She's exhausted.

hold on Sadie tightening. I want to help. But she's

he says, "Nyx is feeling the brunt of it. Their heat is amplified through her, and she's

wakes up, I'll ask her if she'll let Nyx

moment with you. Maybe that'll help. Maybe it'll give

relief bleeds through

of her sweat and tears mixing with her natural sweetness. She's shaking slightly, even in sleep, and it's all I