Chapter 49 Forty nine

Chapter 49 Forty nine
‎Zander
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‎I stormed out of my father’s office without another word.
‎The elevator doors barely had time to close before I slammed my fist against the wall, the metal denting under the force. Pain shot up my arm, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside my chest.
‎The photo of that girl on her knees kept flashing behind my eyes brown hair, amber eyes, the same face I had seen this morning when Iris stood naked in my living room, bleeding from Celeste’s claws, and still looked like she had won.
‎She’s the same omega I rejected that night.
‎The words kept repeating in my head like a curse.
‎I leaned back against the elevator wall, breathing hard. My mind split in two, screaming at itself the entire ride down.
‎She can’t be. The woman who came to my door this morning and said “fuck me” like she was starving for me… that wasn’t revenge. That was real. The way she moaned my name, the way her pussy clenched around me when she came, the way she looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered that wasn’t fake.
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Or maybe it was. Maybe every moan, every “harder,” every time she let me fill her with my cum was part of the plan. Maybe she’s been laughing at me the whole time.
‎I dragged both hands through my hair, tugging hard enough to hurt.
‎Why did she come to me this morning? After everything I did to her that night. After I called her disgusting in front of the entire pack. After I walked away while she stayed on her knees. Why would she let me fuck her raw unless she wanted something?
‎Because she hates me. Because she wants to destroy me from the inside. Because the best revenge is making the man who broke you fall for you… and then watching him burn when he finds out the truth.
‎The elevator dinged. The doors opened to the underground garage.
‎I climbed into my car, slammed the door so hard the whole vehicle rocked, and started the engine. The tires screeched as I tore out of the garage and onto the busy Chicago streets.
‎My hands gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.
‎She’s the girl you rejected.
‎She came back with a new name and a new scent for revenge. My father's words kept on replaying over and over again in my head.a
‎But the way she felt around me this morning… the way she whispered “fuck me” like she needed me more than air… that couldn’t have been an act. Could it?
‎Or maybe she’s just that good. Maybe she trained for years to make me want her this badly. Maybe every time she came on my cock was her way of tightening the noose.
‎I slammed my fist against the dashboard.
‎“Fuck!” I shouted into the empty car.
‎The anger burned hot and ugly. Anger at my father for hiding the truth. Anger at Dorian for throwing it in my face. Anger at Celeste for running to them like a child. But mostly anger at myself.
‎Because even now, knowing what I knew, my body still remembered how perfect she felt. How tight and wet and desperate she had been when I slammed into her against the wall. How she had begged for more even while she was bleeding from fighting Celeste.
‎What the hell is wrong with me?
‎I didn’t know where I was driving. I just kept moving, the city lights streaking past like accusations.
‎One thought kept circling, darker and heavier than the rest
‎If she really came back for revenge… then every touch, every kiss, every time she let me inside her was a lie.
‎And I fell for it completely.
‎The car swerved slightly as I gripped the wheel harder.
‎I had no idea what I was going to do when I saw her again.
‎But one thing was certain I couldn’t stay away.
‎ That thought terrified me more than anything my father had just told me.
‎Because if Iris was really here for revenge…
‎…then I had just handed her the perfect weapon.
‎Myself.
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