A Heart The Alpha Can’t own

Warm bath

Chapter 07

Alima POV

“I’m sure you don’t want to shower right? I could still draw you a warm bath if you don’t mind” I heard him but i wasn’t really processing everything he’s saying.

My eyes were glued to his chest and his lips movement, I’m not supposed to be staring this hard but I still couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“Humm ,Are you doing this on purpose?” I cleared my throat, what if the towel loosened and fell off? Different thoughts flew through my mind.

“Doing what?” He sounds so naive but in a flirty way.

“I’m fine” I quickly turned away from him.

I heard footsteps but I was not expecting him to be standing behind me, so close I could feel his manhood behind those towels an inch away from my buttocks.

“I wish I could make you comfortable around me right now but it’s a process we will have to go through together, then we could shower together instead” He dressed my hair cutely after saying those things.

He left me alone and headed to the bathroom, leaving me to my own thoughts of wild Imagination.

Both of us together inside the bathroom, my hands on his broad shoulder and our wet body touching each other.

It feels so good even in my own imagination that I had to quickly brush the thought away.

I stride to the door and quietly shut the door behind me because I don't want him to notice I’m gone.

If he comes out of the bathroom wet with just that towel covering him up? It really won’t end well.

I mean I’m supposed to control myself and never let his words or looks get to me,not after everything I went through a few days ago.

I lost my virginity to that cold alpha and here I’m in another territory mated to an Alpha king and I’m already fantasizing how it will feel like for us to be under the shower

I close my eyes and release a deep breath standing close to the door, I hope he will be all dressed up when I get back inside.

I watch the interior decor from where I’m standing and my eyes caught a painting of him hang across the stairway.

I strode down to it and I was lost staring at his eyes. I know the painting didn’t do full justice to how he looks but even this is enough to pique my curiosity.

I wonder where he got his ethereal physical appearance from, his cousin doesn’t look much like him and his eyes.

“Alima” I heard his voice and I darted my eyes away from the painting to him.

He’s standing at the door with the towel still tied around his waist and water dripping from his wet hair down to his chest.

I swallow hard and try to look away but I just couldn't. It's almost like my eyes are glued and controlled to stay focused on him.

I felt my lower pelvic breathing out wetness and wet my panties, he managed to get me turned on with his look. What about his touch?

“I’m,I’m coming” My voice was tiny and breaking. I wonder if he even heard that.

“You’re going to catch the flu at this rate, come over here sweetie” He urged me to come back in.

I had removed the thick cover I was putting on earlier. I'm trying my best not to be sexually attracted to him but I couldn't help it.

I walked towards him and he took my hand leading me . The way he’s so gentle and careful makes me wonder if he would be gentle in bed too.

I mean when he thrust inside me and holds my waist in place for his penetration and just like that, I was day dreaming about sleeping with him.

I thought this was a dream but it’s not and a reality where I’m falling for a man's appearance is even worse.

It’s almost like I haven't learned from my lesson but on the other hand even if he didn’t love me later and he rejected me I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with him.

I sat down on the bed and stared into space while he went to change into something comfortable for the night.

“I will get something for you to wear overnight” He left and I locked the door behind him.

I slowly pulled off my clothes and walked to the mirror staring at my own nakedness, Alpha Marek left a mark on waist and it’s still there.

Almost like he’s marking his own territory on my body and I hate it, how dare he do that to me despite his intentions towards me?.

I wish there’s a way I could wipe those memories but it’s not possible and I should be scared of him because he is more powerful but I’m not.

“What if he has a fiance too?” I murmured under my breath, then I asked myself.

If he doesn’t have finance, was I thinking of staying with him?

My stomach twists at the thought of it and I will only be lying to myself if I say I don't secretly crave to be loved and cared for just like the way he’s doing to me.

My n*****s pointed and full, staring back at me from the mirror. I rolled my hair up and threw it into a bun.

It’s all felt like it’s been years when it’s barely a week, how could forget a wound so deep within a few days?

I thought of taking the warm bath he had suggested earlier and headed to the bathroom. I didn't reply earlier but he had set up the warm bath for me regardless.

It’s at normal temperature by the time I was inside, I closed my eyes and relaxed under the warmth.

Oh so nice to be taken care of and craved for, I wonder if he will always find me attractive. Perhaps because I’m his mate?.

I wonder what happened to his mate because he seems very mature and his height, brain makes me come to the conclusion that he must be very old too.

What if he sees me naked and doesn't think I’m his spec? He seemed more experienced with the way he spoke earlier and taking a shower together is another step up.

I know I think weird about him and I’m already fantasizing about s****l stuff with him but it’s not more than that, I don’t love him one bit.

Is it even possible to love someone you just get to know within hours?

I took my time feeling the water warmth so I could get warm and fight against the cold before stepping out. Standing in front of the mirror is an old hobby of mine.

I look at myself a lot in the mirror at any chance I get while working at the bar because it’s like encouraging myself, I’m all have got but seeing a bigger one that could show my whole figure makes me even more glued to it.

The door opened and a frown crawled on my face immediately, “how?” I’m sure I locked the door.

He didn’t utter a word or move, he just halted, he didn’t take his eyes away rather they remain fixed and glue to my body.

Will he just look away?.