The Alpha's Forbidden Obsession

Chapter 16 - Josette

His hands gripped my hair as he pulled me closer, my back arching as he devoured my lips. I moan into his mouth, my hips starting to move again, a slow, tortuous roll that has him groaning against my lips. I can feel how wet I am, my arousal soaking through my panties, leaving a damp spot on the front of his jeans.

His hands tighten on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as they roam my body, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through me.

"Josette." He groans my name, and I whimper, molding my front to his, needing him. Heat starts to build up in my core, and I increase my rhythm, my hips jerking, and just when I couldn't take it anymore, he grips my hips, his fingers digging deep, and shoves me aside.

The car door swings open, and he storms out into the night. I sit there, chest heaving as I watch him pace the sidewalk, tugging harshly on his hair.

"Fuck." He shouts, the sound echoing into the darkness. I make a move to leave the car, but he stops me. "Stay in the car." He warns. I don't listen to him, pushing the car door open and stepping out into the cool night air.

"I told you to stay in the f*****g car."

"You don't get to tell me what you do." I step towards him, my hair whipping in the wind.

"f**k Jo, just get back in the car." He growls, his voice laced with frustration.

I stay there, my arms crossed, glaring at him. How dare he kiss me one minute and then try to order me around the next?

"Please." He adds, his tone gentler.

My face softens slightly, my anger faltering for a minute. "What aren't you telling me, Evander?"

He shook his head. "I can't."

"Why?" I ask.

"It's not safe for you." He answers.

"What are you talking about? Are you in some kind of trouble?"His eyes lock onto mine, and I see a flicker of something there—fear, maybe, or desperation.

"I'm trying to protect you, Jo." He shouts.

"Don't I get to decide if I need your protection?" I shout back.

He takes a step closer, his face inches from mine, his voice dropping to a low, rough growl.

"No, you don't."

"Evander." I close the distance between us, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're scaring me."

"And you should be. You don't know what I am or what I'm capable of." His voice drops to a whisper. "If you did, you'd want me as far away from you as possible."

I shook my head. "It doesn't matter what you are. I want you."

"It does matter. I'm not good enough for you. I've done bad things, Jo, things that can't be forgiven." His face twists in anguish, and he turns away, as if he can't bear to look at me. I reach out, cupping his cheek, and gently turn his face back to mine, our eyes locked.

"I trust you. I know you won't hurt me."I grab his hand, entwining our fingers together, and pull him closer, our bodies almost touching. "There's something about you that draws me in and makes me feel alive." I whisper, my voice cracked. "I don't know what it is, but I know you feel it too. I can't bear to be without you. It hurts." I pull his hand to my chest, pressing it against my heart. "Tell me you can feel it."He gently pulls his hand away, and my heart breaks as he takes a step back.

"Evander." I take a step forward, but his eyes turn cold.

"I'll take you home." He walks to the passenger door and pulls it open.

I stand there feeling like I've been punched in the gut. I just bared my heart to him, and he's shutting me out. The vulnerability I felt just moments before now turns to embarrassment and hurt. I look at him, searching for any sign of the Evander I knew, but he's gone, replaced by a stranger.

I take a deep breath and slowly get into the car. I flinch as he slams the door shut and walks around to the driver's side, his movements stiff and detached. He gets in, starts the car, and begins to drive, the silence between us oppressive and heavy. I try to hold back tears, but they prick at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over. I glance at Evander, but his face remains neutral, giving nothing away. As we pull up to my house, I grab his arm before he gets out of the car.

"Please... talk to me." I try again. He shrugs my hand off and gets out of the car, walking away. I watch him go, feeling a stinging sensation in my eyes as tears start to fall.

The front door opens, and my mom steps out. "Was that a boy I just saw get out of your car?"

I threw myself into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably as she wrapped her arms around me. My dad appears in the doorway and helps Mom guide me into the house.

"My little girl is already having boy troubles." I sob harder, burying my face in my mom's shoulder. "Just tell me his name, and I'll beat him up for hurting my little girl."

I couldn't bring myself to laugh at Dad's attempts to cheer up; the pain of his rejection was still fresh.

"Evander?" I reach out to turn on the lamp beside my bed, but my hand hesitates mid-air. The dim glow of the moon casts eerie shadows on the walls, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "Evander, is that you?" I call out softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Suddenly, the curtains shift, and I sense a presence in the room. My heart beats faster as I slowly swing my legs over the side of the bed and plant my feet firmly on the ground. "Who's there?" I demand, trying to keep my voice steady.