Chapter 13
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I looked into Alpha Sean's eyes that day, and all I could see was my own trembling reflection.
Summoning every ounce of courage I had, I stepped forward.
My legs were still shaking violently, but I managed to land a few weak kicks on the thugs.
The blows were so feeble, it was as if I was barely touching them.
Alpha Sean scoffed, the sound cutting through the silence.
"Pathetic."
With that, he stomped down hard on the waist of the punk who'd dared to lay hands on me, effectively crippling him. The others didn't stand a chance either.
My heart was pounding so wildly in my chest, I was sure it was about to burst.
Back then, as a young she - wolf, I held a secret close to my heart, a secret about the way Alpha Sean made me feel.
Once, he'd been so kind to me, but everything changed the moment Claire entered the picture.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying desperately to push down the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. When I opened them again, I forced my gaze to be steady.
Using the wall for support, I struggled to my feet.
Limping over to the creep who'd attacked me tonight, I mustered the last of my strength and stomped hard on his lower abdomen.
His agonized scream filled the alley, and as my legs gave out, I thought I was going to hit the cold, hard ground.
But instead, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, pulling me into a familiar embrace.
Alpha Sean lifted me effortlessly, and in my exhausted state, I didn't have the energy to fight him.
He carried me to his car and called the enforcers.
By the time I finished giving my statement at the station, it was almost midnight.
I pulled out my phone to call a ride, but then his car pulled up. "Get in," he said, his voice cold and unfeeling.
"No thanks," I replied, standing my ground.
His face darkened.
"What, that wasn't enough? Want to go through it again?"
The memory of the alley was still fresh, and I didn't have the energy to argue. I got in the car and stared out the window, silent for the entire ride.
As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto the couch.
I was bone - tired, but I forced myself to get up and take a shower, ignoring the gash on my leg.
Afterward, I flopped onto the bed, but I couldn't sleep.
The image of the alley kept replaying in my mind.
I got up and went to the dining table, where Ethan had left a bottle of wine for my celebration.
Alcohol seemed like the only thing that could help me forget, even if just for a little while.
I popped the cork and poured myself a glass, downing it in one gulp. Then another, and another.
After three glasses, my head was spinning.
I wasn't a heavy drinker, and the alcohol was hitting me hard.
My thoughts were all jumbled up, and I could barely walk straight. I tried to make my way to the bedroom, but before I could, the door creaked open.
Through my blurry vision, I saw a figure standing there.
Alpha Sean.
I opened my mouth to tell him to leave, but the room started spinning even faster.
I stumbled forward and fell right into his arms.
In my drunken state, I lost all the defenses I'd built up lately.
I was soft and pliant in his hold, and I could feel his breath on my skin.
The familiar scent of him was overwhelming, and it took me back to all the intimate moments we'd shared over the past five years.
Before I knew it, his lips were on mine, and the kiss was fierce, consuming.
My mind went blank, and I stopped fighting.
I gave in to the familiar touch, the touch that I'd tried so hard to forget. His hands roamed over my body, and I could tell he'd noticed I'd lost weight.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my leg as his hand pressed against my wound.
I let out a cry, but it was muffled by his kiss.
That cry seemed to trigger something in him, and in the next moment, I was being carried to the bedroom. I was too drunk, too lost in the moment, to do anything but let it happen.
I clung to Alpha Sean, my body lurching with every step he took.
A sickening churn roiled in my stomach, each jolt sending waves of discomfort coursing through me.
My face contorted, trying in vain to fight back the rising nausea.
As we reached the bed, a tidal wave of sickness crashed over me.
"Urp—" The sound escaped my lips, and I saw Alpha Sean's expression shift from hunger to horror.
"Olivia, don't you dare—"
His threat hung in the air, but it was too late.
A violent retch wracked my body, and I spewed vomit all over him.
The fierce fire in his eyes died instantly, replaced by disgust.
Without a second thought, he flung me onto the bed as if I were nothing but garbage.
I let out a weak groan, the impact sending another jolt of pain through my already battered body.
I looked up to see him standing over me, his pristine clothes now stained, his expression darkening as the stench of vomit filled the room.
I could almost feel the murderous rage radiating off him.
Unable to bear the sight of me or the smell a moment longer, he stormed into the bathroom.
I lay there, feeling humiliated and alone.
Half an hour later, he emerged, dressed in fresh clothes someone must have brought him. His face was thunderous, and without so much as a glance in my direction, he slammed the door behind him, leaving me in the silence.
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