The Alphas Purest Innocent

Chapter 7

Kevin POV

I stormed into my bedroom, locking the door that separates us behind me with a sharp click, the sound echoing in the silence. My mind was racing, replaying every second of what just happened between Lelia and me.

“You are mine.” Like she’s a damn object. But she’s not. She’s a wolf. A woman. A woman the Moon Goddess blessed as my other half.

I can’t believe her confidence—laughing at me when I was laying down the rules. Then blaming it on her wolf, as if that mattered. It doesn’t matter who laughed—they did. And yet… as pissed off as I was, hearing her say “Yes, sir” made my c**k twitch. I tried to steady myself, to regain control, but all I could smell was her.

And when I got closer—hovering over her like some predator—I lost it. She tasted incredible. Sweet and addictive. I couldn’t get enough. Pulling her onto my lap, I felt how warm her p***y was for me, and that twitch turned into a full, aching hard-on.

Then she pressed herself against me—moaning. Not shy, not unsure. She wanted me. And I wanted her. I wanted to rip that dress off and bury myself inside her until she forgot her own name.

But I couldn’t. I can’t.

All of it was weakness. She’s distracting me. And distractions make alphas vulnerable. I have to be stronger than that. I have to be colder than that.

Looking around my bedroom, the emptiness hit me. Cold and quiet. A place of stone and shadow, overly spacious with nothing personal—just a bed, a chair, a fireplace. No pictures. No warmth. Just a room to sleep in. The adjoining bathroom was the only thing I now shared—with her. She was sleeping in the room meant to hold our children. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

I don’t even remember sleeping near my parents. Hell, I don’t even know where my mother used to sleep. I had my small training room across the hall, and that was that.

My father warned me—warned me constantly—about the dangers of a true mate.

A chosen mate is simple: she gives you heirs, tends to Luna duties, satisfies you when you need it. But a true mate? She gives you strength. She completes you. She makes you powerful—too powerful, even. There are stories of Alphas who went mad, who became obsessed with protecting their mates to the point of war. Of killing. Of ruin.

They loved them. That was the mistake.

I know what I need to do. I need to control the situation. I can’t allow myself to feel. Lelia is just… a strategic advantage. I can’t let her think she’s anything more.

Hell, she’s barely five feet tall, and her hair probably weighs more than her whole body. Maybe she is like a pet dog. Cute. Loyal. Distracting as hell.

FLASHBACK

“Don’t do what I did, boy.” My father sneered, voice thick with disdain. “She’ll destroy you in the end, just like your mother tried to destroy me. I didn’t let her, though. She gave me what I needed, and that was it.”

He laughed—a horrible, joyless sound.

“She was already a waste of space. Must’ve known it herself. That’s why she did it. Slit her wrists like the coward she was. Maybe not as stupid as I thought.”

My mother killed herself. And he laughed.

I barely even remember her face.

I stopped pacing and realized I had made my way back to Lelia’s door. Her scent was still faint in the hallway—vanilla and something sweet like pomegranate. I closed my eyes and listened. Her heartbeat was steady. She was asleep.

I tried the door. Locked.

What the f**k?

Why is it locked?

Is someone in there with her?

That thought ignited something dark inside me. Rage twisted through my gut as I stormed back into my room, yanked open the drawer of my nightstand, and grabbed the key to the shared bathroom. I checked. That door was locked too.

What the hell is going on?

Why does she have both doors locked?

My thoughts spiraled into ugly territory. She had been so eager earlier—moaning on my lap, grinding herself against me—and now she’s locking me out? Is someone else in there?

I shoved the key into the lock and flung the door open, ready to tear some i***t apart.

But the room was dark.

Moonlight spilled in through the window, illuminating her silhouette—curled into a ball on top of the blankets. Alone.

No one else was there. No man. Just her.

The room felt warmer than mine. Hers. She had made it feel lived in already. I took a few steps closer just as she stirred, reaching out blindly, small moans of pain escaping her lips.

Deo took over before I could stop him.

We moved forward in sync, instincts driving our body. We climbed onto the bed, cradled her against our chest. Her body molded into mine like it belonged there.

And the scent—f**k, the scent—it filled me with something I didn’t want to name.

She was so soft. So warm. My c**k throbbed from the feel of her pressed against me, even clothed. She shifted, her chest brushing mine. I tried to adjust myself, the friction making it worse.

And then I heard her murmur. So quiet I almost missed it.

“Don’t let him touch me again, Kevin.”

What. The. f**k.