BOUND BY FATE: Contracted To The Enemy Alpha

Chapter 16— F850 Words

Chapter 16— f**k Buddies.

Tristan

The door slammed shut behind me with a force that rattled the frame. I stood there for a long while, my hand still gripping the knob, my chest heaving like I’d just fought a battle. And maybe I had. I still was.

Kyra’s face wouldn’t leave my mind. The way her eyes had widened with shock and then hurt when she walked in, before she pulled it back behind that cold, blank mask she wears so damn well gutted me.

And it pissed me off more than anything.

I shouldn’t even harbor such feelings about her… such longing. My feelings towards Kyra Ferguson should be filled with hatred. The same anger I’d held on to for years, the same amount that has burned through my veins for years.

My wolf was restless. Had been for days. Hell, he had gotten more insufferable after that night on the terrace. He wanted more, built vivid images in my head that always had me walking around with a pent in my trousers.

I gritted my teeth and pushed away from the door, raking my fingers through my damp hair.

Why the hell did the hurt in her eyes cut through me like a blade?

Why was she here under the pretense that I’d summoned her?

One thing I’d learnt about Kyra Ferguson is that she was going to push, keep pushing until I snapped. And oh I was so damn close.

Why would I summon her when I’d spent the last three days deliberately avoiding her, throwing myself into work, into anything, just to keep myself from thinking about that night on the terrace.

And the hellish part was that no matter how many reports I signed, how many warriors I drilled all in the name of training, the memories of her laughter, her smiles remained intact. It was as if it was stuck to the recesses of my mind, forever etched. And I hated every moment of it, I hated myself for even entertaining such thoughts.

By the time I returned to my room, my temper was balanced on a knife’s edge.

Callie was still there, perched on the edge of the bed, her chest still bare, hair tumbling down her shoulders like some goddess from an old painting of Bouguereau. She straightened the moment she saw me, her lips curving into a smile.

She walked up to me, about to throw herself on me again like she did before, but I was quick to put a hand between us to stop her. “What the f**k was that?” I fired.

I had just stepped out of a long ass hot shower after a long day at work only to walk into a half naked Callie. She had been so fast that I didn’t even have the time to react when she’d slammed her lips to mine. My hands wrapped around her waist to stop myself from falling due to the impact of surprise.

Callie looked at me under her fluttering lashes, that same look she gave whenever she wanted to coax something from someone. I’d known her long enough to know that look. “Tell me you haven’t missed me, Tristan, because I have.”

I knew it was a mistake getting with Callie. Hell, I should never have thought about it or even allowed Callie’s advances to get to me. But she had made a very good point.

I couldn’t just f**k any girl I wanted when I was in heat. “It would give her ideas,” she’d said. Make her believe I had intentions of making her my Luna. No one could take that spot, it would always be for Kara. And I definitely couldn’t keep changing women, it’d give me a reputation which the Alphas were going to frown upon. So I’d agreed, Callie and I were going to be f**k buddies in secret. She could be that support, that strength Kara was for me until I got my revenge.

But now, those arrangements didn’t seem to be perfect anymore.

Her warm fingers trailed soft touches over my skin, I stopped her hand before I could even think. Maybe it was because of how loud my wolf had growled in disapproval or my skin had revolted in her touch.

“Tri… Tristan.” She whispered. “You… you’ve been distancing yourself, pushing me away ever since you brought the Ferguson princess.”

I swallowed and looked away. She didn’t lie. Kyra Ferguson had taken up my thoughts, she was…

“Kara will roll over in her grave if she knows what thoughts you harbor for her killer's daughter…”

I didn’t let her complete the statement when I slammed my lips against hers, pulling her towards me. I wasn’t sure if I didn’t want to hear those words, those truths or because I couldn’t for the life of me take out Kyra Ferguson from my mind.

“This is the last time, Callie.” I breathed out as we broke apart from the kiss. “We can’t continue this.”