His Desire: The Hybrid Outcast Omega

Chapter 9

~ Judy ~

For centuries, we werewolves and witches or wizards have been mortal enemies.

Worse, if a hybrid is born from the two bloodlines, that hybrid is instantly considered as an abomination.

Also, such a child is usually hunted down and slaughtered at birth.

Right now, my brain is spiralling with a lot of thoughts that are connecting the dots about my mother's life and all those rumors about her cheating behavior.

Also, those three words are still staring back at me right now:

TAINTED BY WITCHBLOOD

Witchblood.

Why are those three words written beside my mother's name?

Could it be that…?

No.

If my mother really had an affair with a wizard, does that mean I am...?

The possibility hits me like a slap. A heartbreaking slap straight to my face.

It can't be.

Just then, I suddenly feel a second presence in the room, like someone is standing right behind me.

The hairs on the back of my neck instantly spring up.

And that scent…

Dear Goddess.

He is here.

Cedarwood. Black coffee. Sin.

I don't need to turn around to know who is standing behind me.

“You’re a difficult woman to track down, Judy Hale,” Kieran’s dark, gravelly voice rumbles through the room.

Quickly, I slam the ledger shut, my heart slamming against my ribs as I slowly turn around.

My eyes lock on him.

He is there at the doorway, leaning against the stone arch. His suit jacket is gone, leaving him dressed only in his white shirt. The shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, exposing the tantalizing dip of his throat and the thick cord of muscles in his neck.

Fuck me. His gorgeousness should be banned from existence even though I both love and hate how he keeps messing with my senses.

The intoxicating scent of him is still wrapped around me, flooding the entire tiny room and swallowing all the oxygen.

What is he doing here?

How did he even find me?

In fact, he shouldn't be here.

“I wanted to be left alone,” I lie, lifting my chin defiantly because I refuse to let him see how much my legs are shaking. His green eyes, flecked with those golden sparks, are still locked on me like he is a hunter who has finally cornered his prey.

“Well,” he smirks and pushes off the wall, stalking towards me with slow, heavy footsteps. “You don’t get to run from me, Judy. Not anymore.”

“I am an exiled omega,” I retort, backing up until my spine hits the hard edge of the bookshelf. “I shouldn’t even be here. Also, you shouldn’t be down here with me, Kieran. Your Luna wouldn’t like it if she finds out—”

“f**k Eliza,” he growls, repeating the exact same words he used last night.

“Kieran—”

Before I can finish the sentence, he is on me, his massive body pressed against mine and crushing me flush against the bookshelf. Instantly, old dusty books rain down around our feet.

But neither of us cares.

His breaths on my skin are hot, desperate, and I wonder if my own breaths are just as desperate as his own.

“I need you to stay very still,” he growls.

Mindlessly, I nod.

Next, he reaches up, his large, calloused hand wrapping around both of my wrists and pinning them high above my head against the bookshelf.

I gulp, my breasts heaving and pressing flush against his rock-hard chest. Right then, he moves again, making me moan at the friction of his chest rubbing against my n*****s.

“Kieran—”

“Quiet,” he commands in a low murmur, his face dipping down until his mouth is a mere fraction of an inch from mine. The heat radiating off his body is like a furnace burning me up, and like his naughty good girl, I want to be consumed even though I should be pushing him away.

Slowly, his nose trails up the sensitive column of my neck, deeply inhaling the scent of my skin.

“Roses,” He inhales deeply again. “You smell like roses.”

“And you remind me of cedarwood and black coffee,” I whimper, biting down on my lower lip as I rub my breasts against his chest again.

He groans. “You’re teasing me now.”

“You started it first,” I purr back, my core clenching and dying to be touched or better still, f****d by him.

But what about Eliza? Every time I am with him, I can’t help but think about his darling, beloved Luna.

“Kieran,” A broken whimper escapes my lips, shame and burning lust warring violently inside me. “Let me go.”

“Never,” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning across my trembling lips. Just then, his free hand slides down to my waist, his thick fingers digging possessively into my hips before he lifts me slightly onto my toes.

Next, his hand slides further down to my ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulls me closer.

“Kieran…” I whimper.

“Shhh,” he whispers and grinds the thick, hard bulge of his c**k against my dripping p***y.

Fuck.

I moan, the filthy sound ripping out of my throat.

“Good girl,” he growls in a low sinful voice that instantly weakens my knees. “You like it when I take control, don’t you? You like being helpless for me.”

“You are insane,” I breathe out, shutting my eyes as a fresh wave of wetness floods my panties.

“Maybe I am,” he agrees, my p***y still positioned against the hard ridge of his c**k straining behind his zipper. Right then, I feel his hand sliding up my ribcage, his thumb resting dangerously close to the side of my breast.

I swallow. Hard.

“Judy, I’m done playing games,” he sounds f*****g serious right now.

“What games?” I ask.

“Back in that conference room, you said the bond was killing you. You asked me why I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

My eyes fly open, meeting his burning green gaze.

“Tell me, Judy,” he demands, his grip on my wrists tightening just enough to send a delicious jolt of pain through my arms. “Tell me what you meant back there in the conference room. What bond were you talking about?”

The absolute desperation in his eyes shatters my defenses.

For two f*****g years, I have suffered the agonizing loneliness of writhing in pain on my bed and hiding my true nature.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes, the truth clawing its way up to my throat.

I can’t hold it back anymore.

“The bond… I…”

“Say it.” He pushes.

“You stupid, blind Alpha,” I sob, my next words ripping out of me. “The bond is my mate bond with you, Kieran. I am your fated mate.”