Chapter 38 waiting for her
XAVIER'S POV
I walked towards my chambers with my mind fully occupied with thoughts. It was already very late, past midnight. I had work to do but my mind was filled up with Amara.
What happened today should have angered me.
Two wolves fighting for dominance. Blood on the ground. Storms tearing through the sky like the world was punishing us.
But instead… a part of me had stood there watching them, and all I felt was...
Pride.
All because of Amara.
She was an omega, a wolf born at the bottom but she fought like she’d never learned what the word “less” meant. She wasn’t supposed to challenge someone like Renee. She wasn’t supposed to stand back up after being thrown down, to strike back, to roar in the face of a wolf who wanted her destroyed.
She wasn’t supposed to spit in fate’s face.
But she did.
Over and over again.
Every blow she took should have broken her. Every insult should have silenced her.
Instead, she turned it into fuel.
That stubbornness, gods, that stubbornness, courage and defiance was her armor, her weapon, her identity. It was the reason I couldn’t stay away from her no matter how many times I swore that I would.
I should have stopped the fight earlier. I should have protected the rank structure. I’m the Alpha, my role is to enforce order.
But when I saw her on the ground, fighting back with nothing but rage and willpower when she refused to yield even when her body shook ...
I froze.
Because I liked seeing her like that.
Fierce. Uncontrolled. Defiant.
I liked knowing that even with the entire world against her… she would still rather die than bow.
Everything was driving me crazy. The yearning for her was becoming unbearable. Without giving it a second thought I made my way to her room.
"You lastly learned a lesson", I spoke as soon as I entered in her room. "I will not learn until I am dead", Her response shocked me to the core. I had a thought that she was already asleep but I was wrong. It was already late but she was awake looking up at the ceilings. Due to the fact that she was chosen by the moon goddess, all her wounds healed within few hours and she was again defiantly plotting another idea in her head. She wanted to run away from the room.
"I know what you thinking about but it won't happen again", I spoke after staring at her for a pretty good time. "Actions speak louder than words", She snarled out, there was no fear on her face. Even after everything she passed through, it was again pure and fierce anger. No shewolf had that audicity.
"I will keep on punishing you until when you know where you belong", I hissed out with my teeth gritted. At my words, she took in a sharp breath and her nostrils flared with anger. "I wish she killed me", She said more to herself but I heard her. "That won't happen quicker, she knows my rules, I will first make you relish in everything I give you .... pain and pleasure both until when you get pregnant", I spoke proudly.
"Starting from tonight", I continued before I walked away from her. When she didn't respond, I took off my suit jacket and placed it on the hooker. Silently I strolled back towards her as I rolled the sleeves of my buttons down my shirt. Throughout the whole moment, she just angrily looked and if looks could kill I would have been ten feets under in the ground.
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AMARA'S POV
Left in black briefs, I glared at Leander in awe. He seriously did that. My body was still aching, every muscle screaming from the fight with Renee. My fists still throbbed, my legs trembled from adrenaline that refused to fade and here I was going to deal with Xavier who stood with his throbbing dick in his briefs. Of course he wasn't ashamed, he was proud of his majestic body. Just like that, he turned on his heels and opened the closet, he fetched a dark blue shirt then walked back in to where I was seated. Without any word said, he tossed it at me and it landed besides me.
Throughout the moment, he looked so calm as if he hadn't yelled at me a moment ago. "How could he just be calm with what he was doing to me, what kind of sick psycho am I dealing with?", I inwardly asked myself as I stared at the dark blue shirt. I didn't even know what he was up to. My body still shivered slightly not from cold, but from the mix of fear, anger, and exhaustion coursing through me.
"You can sleep in that, hurry back", He lastly murmured and motioned me with his chin toward the bathroom. Hearing him say that, I shifted my gaze from him, turned it to the shirt and then glared at him again. He was totally a sick psycho. As if waiting for my reply, he just stood there with his arms folded. His body was firm and lean. He honestly looked better without clothes but it wasn't comforting not even one bit.
"You like what you see", He broke into the train of my thoughts. "Not at all", I shook my head then grabbed the shirt and headed for the bathroom. I heard him laugh as I closed the door but I ignored him. Once I was alone in the bathroom, I started to blubber like a baby. I sat on the floor against the door for the longest time with my face buried in my knees and ass on the cold floor. It was as if I was cursed. Crying was now my own solution.
I sat for a pretty good time but eventually I knew it that I had to go back. Still I didn't stand up. I was thinking about it all, it was evidently showing that he can fuck me willingly or forcefully.
I soon heard the door being opened. "Maybe he is gone", I face palmed before I stood up, took off my dress kept my bra and underwear on then put the blue dress shirt on. I lastly caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked so horrible. Tears tracks were on my face, my eyes were red and my hair a disheveled mess.
I washed my face with hot water and a flurry white washcloth that was on the vanity and then hung up my clothes up on the hook beside the shower stall. I was now fine but I couldn't bear up with something, the shirt smelled like him, his cologne and it felt foreign to have that scent on me.
When did he put his clothes in my closet?!
I felt bile rise in my throat at the idea of it, the idea of him clothing me in things that smelled like him. It all seemed so primitive and I had to think of something to stop him. After reprimanding myself I took two big deep breath and then hesitantly stepped back into the room hoping by some miracle that the sound of him leaving was right.
But then I was proved wrong. The lights were off but I could see his form on the bed. He was sitting up with the blankets down around his waist.
He was waiting for me.