Revenge of The Blood Moon Alpha

EPISODE 06-Like moth to a flame

Mercury POV

I was sitting on the mattress, moisturizing my legs later that evening after my shower. The pleasant aroma of vanilla permeated the room, enveloping me in a relaxing experience.

After that, I finished my assignment from the prior session and went through the work I had done today.

My stomach grumbled as soon as I took out my pen and books, signaling that it was hungry.

For the life of me, I can't recall the last time I enjoyed a meal. I wouldn't call that a meal if it consisted of leftovers from breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Sigh…

"At this hour, where would I get food? I'm not permitted in the kitchen after meals since it's been cleaned." I tapped my chin, trying to come up with a means to sneak into the kitchen and back to my room without being detected.

My stomach grumbled once more, but this time louder than before. It's as if it's warning me to feed it.

What a conundrum, my stomach seemed to have its own mind.

I rose from my mattress and peered down the stairwell to the house's main level. There was no one else around, so I reasoned that I'd have enough time to make it to the kitchen unseen.

I took a long breath in and exhaled it out slowly. If I was going to do it, I needed to do it right now, before anyone else came out into the hallway.

I crept out of the attic slowly, without making any noises. The old wooden staircase going to the attic would normally creak, but after two years of walking up and down these stairs, I understood where to tread and where not to step.

After exiting the stairwell, I checked to see if the path was still free by looking left and right.

Please, Mercury. This is a bad idea. There's no telling what Alpha Magnus will do to you if he finds us! Serena begged, but her pleas were ignored.

I'm sorry, Serena, but I'm not going to be able to bear this hunger for the rest of the night and into tomorrow. It's also a short trip. I'm confident we'll be able to get there and back. And if you help me...

I just cut off our mind-link since she was being difficult. "I guess I'm on my own then!"

There was no one in sight as I stood inches away from the kitchen. The best thing is that my father would be in his study, drunk and passed out. As a result, he was one less person I had to be concerned about. It didn't imply that if I was caught sneaking into the kitchen after supper, I wouldn't face consequences.

I paused for a while to catch my breath. I underestimated how exhausting it would be to sneak around such a large structure.

I don't agree with what you're doing—but that doesn't mean I'm going to sit here and watch you get caught. Someone is approaching from behind. Please be cautious.

I nodded and walked slowly through the dining room and then into the kitchen. Which by the way, it was all for naught.

I could smell him before I even saw him. It's so enticingly addictive.

"How come he's still here?"

Did you know it was Alvin, Serena?

Is there any difference?! He isn't interested in us at all.

She wasn't mistaken. But it didn't mean we didn't want him.

As we got closer, the distance shrank, making turning back futile. "I'd come so far, and I wasn't about to allow his presence deter me from obtaining something to settle my stomach."

But that was the last thing on my mind. My mate's scent was driving me insane at the moment. I couldn't deny how much I desired him, regardless of how he perceived us.

I stepped into the kitchen, taking a big breath, and pretended not to notice him as if his aura wasn't totally encircling my body... I felt compelled to be near to him.

I sauntered up to the fridge, hands at my sides, and retrieved some dinner leftovers. Then I grabbed a dish from the upper cupboards and loaded it with as much food as I could carry.

My entire body was ablaze. My s*x received a spike of longing from his persistent look. It seemed like he was stripping me bare because of the way his eyes were fixed on me. Leaving nothing behind to hide the obnoxious scars on my back from his gaze.

Suddenly, the air in the room vanished, when one strong arm wrapped around my waist and the other moved my hair to one side of my shoulder.

I gasped at the contact of his breath fanning against my skin.

The stink of booze on his breath made my stomach churn. It reminded me of my father's propensity to self-medicate with booze.

What could possibly be Alvin's motivation for being drunk at this ungodly hour?

He inhaled deeply as he pushed his nose against my neck. "Mmmm, you have a wonderful scent. Vanilla and chocolate with strawberries." He inhaled once more.

I'm not going to lie, being this close to him and having him smell my essence made me shudder. But it wasn't a horrible shudder. One that sparked a pulsating desire in the space between my thighs.

His scent overpowered my senses as he moved closer. And I curse my body for reacting in such a way. Betraying me at the first opportunity.

When Alvin cuffed me to the cupboards with both hands over my head, I was taken aback. He drew his head closer to my collarbone, outstretched his tongue, and licked from my nape to my earlobe at a torturous pace.

“Mmmm!”

I let out an uncontrollable moan. My eyes opened with surprise. Both at my body for betraying me and at him for doing so.

This is completely absurd. He's a complete i***t. Why does he have to torment me like this? Is he blind to what he's doing to me? I shook my head, puzzled as to how I'd ended up here.

“This isn't a f*****g game, Alvin,” I hissed, gritting my teeth and gazing at him firmly.

He c****d his head and smirked.

I'm upset, and he's smirking at my unkempt appearance. What a cold-blooded jerk. I felt a rush of rage combined with a sense of desperation. This was not going to happen. This is something I cannot allow to happen.

“Can you tell me why you're doing this?”

"Your innocence.” He responded calmly.

My brows wrinkled in bewilderment.

“I'm drawn to your purity. My wolf hasn't stopped howling since I first saw you. Your innocence, on the other hand, appears to call to me. And if I tarnish it, I'm scared the Gods will strike me dead. And guess what.. mate? I want to do nothing more than just that!" He teased my arousal with a whisper.

Alvin absorbed my scent, unsure if it was to calm his racing heart or distract him from his evil intentions.

In any case, he appeared pleased.

He just admitted that I am his mate. Was he retracting his decision or was he teasing me?

This man was a danger to my body and sanity. Despite this, I'm attracted to him like a moth to a flame. Call me naive or stupid, but he's my mate.

'Was!' My subconscious yelled at me. 'He was your mate, yet he rejected you without thinking! Why aren’t you trying to get away from him?!'

I took a deep breath in and gently exhaled. I couldn't stop staring into his pools of browns and greens, slipping deeper and deeper the more I stared. It's a bit like looking into an abyss. Both deep and never-ending.

I answered just above a whisper, "That's where you're wrong." We were alone, and my mild tone betrayed a s****l frustration hidden deep within me. "I'm far from innocent."

I pressed my hips against his aching crotch to demonstrate my lack of innocence, and I wasn't expecting his hands to tighten around my hips, holding me in place.

"Stay put!" He forewarned. "Matter-of-fact, why don't you show me how innocent you’re not? I can take you back to my room and we can do so much more than just grind on each other." With a raised brow, he proposed.

I took a gulp of air. My throat became dry, making it difficult to breathe and speak. His invitation to return to his room surprised me. Despite my want to accept, I was unable to do so.

His lust-filled eyes lowered to my breasts, a lingering longing there. They had lost their beautiful hazel tint and alternated between black and yellow.

When I opened my mouth to speak, Alvin took advantage of the opportunity to slam his lips into mine.

The rumbling growl in the back of his throat caught me off guard as our lips touched. And I wasn't prepared for the rush of pleasure that greeted me. I grasped his shirt, trying desperately to keep my feet on the cold tiles.

I encompassed my arms around his neck and allowed one hand to travel into his thick black mass of locs, locking my fingers around the root, tugging not so gently while he deepened the kiss. I let out another involuntary whimper when his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed it tightly.

It had never felt so amazing to kiss someone. Especially since it’s my first kiss. So right and perfect. But, as the memories of his rejection came crashing down on me, I pushed all of that aside. Fearful of my feelings for him, I did the only thing my mind could think of at the time.

I bolted.