The Devil Alpha Among Twins

Chapter 7-Serve me

Dylan's POV

Seated within the airport's VIP lounge, I fixated on the lustrous ebony gem button adorning my sleeve.

Gradually, the button transformed in my mind into a pair of profound obsidian eyes.

A mere ten days ago, the possessor of those eyes had affectionately clung to my arm, exuding sweetness and leaning on me with endearing charm.

In this brief span of two weeks, it felt as if an entire lifetime had transpired, devoid of her melodious voice enveloping me.

I felt as though I had become parched and withered.

Alexander stood adjacent to me, observing my despondency with a trace of irritation.

His voice held an undertone of edge as he remarked, "She treated you just as you've described. You remain remarkably sentimental about her, and I presume you've romanticized her actions to some extent. The reality might be even more disheartening. Reflect upon it, is it truly worth it?"

I remained wordless, a faint shadow cast across my visage by the potted plant nearby.

Alexander's heart softened marginally, and he spoke with deliberation, positioned beside me.

"I comprehend your need for time, but you're on the cusp of reuniting with your parents and your grandfather. Their quest for you spanned over two decades. Can you bear for them to witness your anguish over a shameless woman like this?"

Before I could formulate a response, my phone emitted vibrations from within my bag.

Retrieving it and glancing at the caller identification, I faltered, staring at the screen with inertia.

Alexander's countenance darkened, and he seized my phone, his lips curling slightly upward as he scrutinized me. "You're still in contact?"

"No, I—" I attempted to interject.

"It's a good thing you're not." He reached out to arrest my intention to continue speaking, his gaze infused with an icy coldness.

Yet, his grin broadened, and he meticulously enunciated each word.

"I'll take this call."

He answered the call without uttering a syllable. The other end remained devoid of sound for a protracted moment, until finally, a soft, quivering voice materialized, "Dylan..."

"Mmm," Alexander responded tenderly, a touch of irony threading through his tone.

Our voices bore a striking resemblance, and Alexander's gentle reply, filtered through the phone, bore a faint semblance to my own.

Rainie appeared oblivious, her speech choked with emotion as she persisted, "Dylan, please... help me. Please implore your brother to spare me.

I can't afford to be expelled; my father wouldn't be able to endure the fallout..."

Alexander raised an eyebrow, his tone returning to its usual coldness as he remarked, "How pitiable."

A deathly silence enveloped the other end of the line. After a prolonged pause, Rainie's voice quivered with uncontrolled emotion, "Alexander! What do you want from me? Are you really going to push my dad to the brink like this?"

"Oh, dropping the act now? Done with the facade of innocence?" His icy demeanor caught me off guard. I clenched and then relaxed my fist, unable to resist standing up, "Brother, let me talk to her..."

Alexander brushed off my extended hand, sneering, "Miss Spark, if you dare to contact Dylan again, there won't be any turning back from this."

Another bout of desolate silence ensued.

Alexander glanced at the wall clock, raising an eyebrow before continuing, "Pleading with him won't have the same effect as pleading with me, understood?"

He ended the call, handing the phone back to me with a faint smile, "You should be boarding soon. I've got some business at the subsidiary company here. I'll be back at the pack in a few days and introduce you to our social circle."

I took the phone in a daze. Alexander patted my shoulder, his gaze piercing as he spoke in a low voice, "Our parents are the alpha pair of the pack. If they discover that a singing girl is entangling you and causing trouble, her fate will be a hundred times worse. Whether it's for her or for your own sake, forget about all of this."

I closed my eyes and murmured softly, "Got it."

Alexander watched as I walked away, getting farther and farther until I disappeared from view.

He then leisurely left the airport. Just as he reached his car, his phone rang. Seeing the incoming number, a slight smile tugged at his lips as he answered the call but chose to remain silent.

Rainie's voice resonated in his ear, and he closed his eyes, as if she were standing right in front of him, her tear-streaked face a testament to her emotions, "Alexander, what do I need to do for you to let me off the hook?"

Alexander's POV:

I reclined comfortably in my seat, my voice as icy as a winter's frost, "Miss Spark, does this kind of attitude seem fitting for someone seeking a favor?"

"You..." Her voice caught in her throat. I heard intermittent sobs she was struggling to suppress, and she finally managed to say, "Call me back when you're done shedding tears."

I ended the call, my gaze fixed on the gradually intensifying evening hues in the horizon. Upon arriving at the hotel, she eventually made the call.

Her voice was eerily calm, like still water without a ripple of vitality, "Mr. Heffernan, what steps should I take to secure a smooth graduation?"

"Begging for assistance. A dash of sincerity wouldn't hurt, would it?"

Rainie stayed silent for a moment. I let out a soft chuckle, "Did you dial just to waste time like this?"

"Where... are you?"

"You should have a recollection." I hung up, and the chill in my eyes deepened.

The hotel's brilliant illumination cast its light upon her figure, almost as if it were exposing her covert intentions to the world. Her steps appeared a bit unsteady, yet she eventually found her way to the elevator.

Trembling, she selected a floor, and as the elevator ascended, her heart continued plummeting, descending into an abyss of pitch-black darkness.

Before her stood an opulent walnut door, its room number rendered in gilded letters, reflecting the light in a manner that seemed to pierce her eyes.

She stood in a daze for a while before pressing the doorbell.

As the chime resounded, she startled, an impulse to flee surging within her. She turned away, but then compelled herself to face forward again.

I opened the door, exuding an air of composure and refinement.

My demeanor was serene, yet it managed to send shivers down her spine. As if glued to the floor, she seemed immobilized.

I silently observed her for about half a minute before saying, "You're free to leave."

She clenched her lips and, trembling, took a few steps inside. The floor was clad in polished black marble, smooth as a mirror's surface, resembling water.

She felt as though she might be pulled into it at any instant, her legs beginning to give way.

With a single hand, I grazed her neck. In an instant, she was overwhelmed by the sensation.

Her legs faltered under the weight of her body, and she staggered before ultimately collapsing onto the floor.

I leisurely made my way to the edge of the sofa, settling down comfortably.

From the ice bucket on the table, I delicately selected an ice cube and poured amber-hued liquor into the glass. My movements were fluid and graceful, akin to the flow of a serene river.

Yet, my words carried a sinister tone, as if echoing from the depths of hell, "Miss Spark, your sensitivity is quite remarkable. A mere touch and you crumble, almost as if it's ingrained in your nature..."

She clenched her teeth, rose to her feet, steadied her breathing, and lowered her gaze, avoiding meeting my eyes. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she inquired, "Mr. Heffernan, may I ask..."

I swirled the glass in my hand, the ice clinking against crystal, creating a musical resonance.

As I savored the sound, I spoke deliberately, "You want me to take action? What about your sincerity?"

For a moment, she remained immobile, and I refrained from rushing her.

Pouring another measure of wine for myself, I watched as her trembling hand reached behind her back, unzipping her dress. The gown gracefully descended to the floor, pooling around her feet.

The light was intense, bathing her in its warmth, akin to the caress of tepid water. Yet, I never once turned my gaze towards her. Instead, I raised the glass, admiring the gem-like clarity of the liquid illuminated by the ambient light.

Rainie closed her eyes, mustered her courage, and removed the final barrier concealing her body.

Standing barefoot on the floor, she shivered as the coldness emanating from the marble reached her soles, traveling through her body.

Suppressing the shivers, her face turned a delicate shade of red, and her eyes trembled.

Finally, I shifted my gaze towards her.

The razor-sharp intensity of my eyes scanned her form, as if knives tracing her contours, and just as she began to feel overwhelmed by this scrutiny, I curled my finger, beckoning her to approach.

Each step she took felt as precarious as walking on a tightrope. Time slowed to a painful crawl.

She stood before me, closed her eyes, and braced herself for my next move.

With a firm grasp, I took hold of her wrist, allowing my fingertips to linger on her smooth skin for a fleeting moment. Abruptly, I pulled her closer onto my lap, and in her unsteady state, her wounded knee knocked against the unyielding, frosty ground, eliciting a cold sweat from the pain.

My heart felt as though it were being wrung dry, and the sensation was almost suffocating.

Tears welled in her eyes, which had been desiccated to the point of aching.

Cradling her chin, her tears dampened my palm, and her trembling lips, tinged with blood, quivered gently.

I released her and retrieved a handkerchief to delicately blot away the tears, casually discarding it afterwards.

In a calm, measured tone, I stated, "What's the matter? Are you unfamiliar with attending to someone's needs?"

Her voice trembled as she responded, "I..."

I gazed at her eyes with an unwavering intensity, my demeanor devoid of emotion, yet exuding a sense of dread far surpassing mere anger. She closed her eyes momentarily, her hand moving to undo my shirt buttons.

As the fabric parted, revealing the warm honey tones of her skin, she turned her head away, her fingers halting mid-motion. After a brief silence, I spoke deliberately, "If that's all, you're welcome to leave."

Her fingers clenched tightly, a sharp ache gripping her palms. Memories of her father, frail but always adorned with a genteel smile, flashed across her mind.

Gathering her resolve, she released her grip and found my zipper, slowly pulling it down.

With her head bowed, her golden locks cascaded over her back like sinuous serpents.

My eyes deepened, and I extended my hand to gather her hair, cupping the nape of her neck.

My voice took on a velvety undertone, laced with a hint of sensuality, "You comprehend what's expected, don't you?"

Rainie's cheeks pressed against the fabric, still warm from her flushed skin.

A burst of light raced through her mind as she raised her head, her gaze locked onto me with disbelief. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and in a choked voice, she implored, "Mr. Heffernan, please... not like this."

I gently patted her cheek, my eyes narrowing slightly, "Have you forgotten the purpose of your visit?" Clenching her teeth, a faint metallic taste of blood lingered in her mouth. Her fingers grew pale as they tightened, and a surge of desperation threatened to engulf her.

"Of course, you're free to leave."

A tremor rippled through her, and she used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, her rosy lips slightly parted, her head still bowed.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, placing my hand on top of her head. I sensed her rigidity, yet her hesitant and unskilled movements ignited a shiver that ran through my body.

My breathing became uneven, my hand tracing her face gently. As her warm tears met my fingertips, dampness spread across my palm, inexplicably moistening my heart.

Suppressing the tempest of emotions within, I withdrew my hand, lifted her chin, and saw a glint of desperation and panic in her eyes.

The facade of composure she had fought to maintain was shattered, replaced by an imploring gaze.

The once fierce determination had given way to a plea, her crystalline eyes resembling glass beads cleansed by her tears.

Perceiving a fleeting softening in my otherwise icy demeanor, she collapsed onto my lap, weeping with a heartrending sob, "Mr. Heffernan, I implore you..."

With a chilly smile, I lifted her onto my lap and held her cheeks.

Purposefully, I spoke, "Serve me until I've concluded my business with the company. If you conduct yourself well in the days ahead, then when I board the plane, you'll also secure your graduation certificate."

Rainie's flushed face suddenly turned pale.

"Not willing?"

Her teeth chattered as she struggled to utter a single word, "Agreed."

I offered a faint smile, my palm resting against her chest, as I whispered by her ear, "Miss Spark, indeed quite resourceful..."