Magic, Lies And A Superhot Alpha

Lilith’s POV “Baby… I feel so much heat… touch me please,” I groaned, as I ran my hand over Ryker’s c**k. He groaned as he turned, shifting my hand away. I laid flat on the bed, and took a deep breath, raising my knees as I grabbed the sheets. I arched my back, and groaned out of need. I turned to see Ryker sleeping peacefully. I pouted. He knows I am in heat, how could he ignore me and sleep, when he is my mate. I cupped one of my boobs, my hands couldn’t cover it, but I squeezed and pinched my t**s. I ran my hand over my belly and I touched my p***y, I bit hard on my bottom lip as I clamped my leg together, caging my hand in. It feels so good as I rubbed my finger around the wet hole, I flicked my c**t, and I bit my bottom lip as I held down a moan. I opened my eyes as I looked down on myself, I am butt naked. I felt too hot to wear anything tonight. I turned to Ryker. “Babe… babe, babe!” “What?” he growled as he sat up, and rubbed his eyes with his hand. “Babe, I’m horny… please help me,” I said, as I took his hand and I placed it on my boob. He yanked his hand off as he ran his gaze over me, it made me swallow dryly. “You… horny?” he chuckled. “I thought fat girls don’t feel horny.” I frowned as his words felt like a blow to my gut. “I’m not a fat girl, baby, I am in my thirties and you know I am a bit plump because my body changed during pregnancy.” He raised a brow at me. “Then don’t force me to touch what I don’t find appealing, Lilith.” Not appealing? I gritted my teeth as I grabbed the sheets. “Stop saying that. You are my mate… I need you.” “Chosen mate,” he corrected. “You are not my fated mate, I only chose you because you didn’t get a mate earlier.” I blinked, trying my best to hold back my tears. What difference does it make If we were fated or chosen mates? What mattered was that he was my mate and we have been married for seven years. I sighed, pushing all he had said out of my mind. It would only hurt me more. I just want him tonight, I don’t want drama. “Baby… I’m in heat, touch me a little, hmm” I moaned as I ran my hand over his crotch, caressing his c**k. “Ahh, baby just a little, I want you.” He shoved my hand off as he got out of the bed. “If you won’t let me sleep. I will leave this room for you.” I sat up, holding the duvet over myself as I watched him grab a pillow and a clean sheet from the wardrobe. Ryker was leaving me in this situation. He had called me fat, he told me I wasn’t his fated mate. Why? Was it because of the Omega girl he had saved? She is his fated mate and she is young, slim and pretty, unlike me. “Dahlia,” I called her name and he froze by the door. I noticed his fist curled up and large veins appeared on his arms. “Is all this because of Dahlia?” “Why did you have to call her name?” He growled, as he spun, and looked at me. His eyes were dark and I flinched as he glared at me in rage. “Why must you bring her into everything?” “Why are you so protective about her… I am your wife, Ryker,” I snapped back, my eyes welling up. He gritted his teeth as he stared at me, then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, his rage was gone. I wonder how he could switch moods so quickly. His shoulders dropped, his brows raised, he looked so sad right now. Did I hurt his feelings? I should have kept quiet. “Don't mention her name. I have cut off all contact with her. What else do you want? Can you please stop throwing tantrums and stop making scenes? Or do you want me to remind you how you embarrassed me that night?" he said, turned and left the room. I held my breath as I thought about that night. The night he called from the office that he wouldn’t be coming home, because he had a social event he was attending. I was devastated, because he had made it a habit not to sleep at home, because of work. For the first time in our marriage, I searched his things and what I had found had left a scar on my heart. He had a picture of this lady and on the back of it, he had written a series of love letters too. I had thought my husband was not romantic, but I was wrong. His expressions about his feelings, the way he described her beauty and how much he longed for her, almost drove me crazy. Out of anger, I went to his workplace to confront him. When I got there I saw her, the woman in the picture. I was so enraged that I poured water on her face. Ryker had never let me go to his office with him, his colleagues didn't even know me, when they saw what I had done, one of them took the cup and hit it on my forehead, giving me a cut above my left brow that had left a scar till now. Ryker rushed in and he was shocked to see me with a bleeding forehead, but when he saw the lady was wet, his colleagues told him I had done it. He quickly started to wipe off the water on her face, using his handkerchief. It hurt that he wasn't bothered that I was bleeding, when I confronted him about the pictures and letters I saw, he shrugged and said, "You know she is my fated mate, and our connection is beyond the physical world. But, we share no s****l relationship.” I was appalled. “So, you’ve accepted her as your mate, why don’t you reject her?” Ryker sighed. “I am not cheating, if I am you would know, because our mate bond would break. so stop making a fuss. Don't you want me to go home with you? I will. Just don't embarrass me again and don't hurt anyone!" I stood speechless watching him, he turned to the Omega and asked, “Are you okay?” She nodded. He smiled at her and then faced me with a frown, not once talking about the cut on my head. We went home together and since then he had been avoiding events, I think he is trying to prove he has changed. I was deeply hurt, but the only comfort I had was that he wasn’t sleeping with her. If he had done that I would have felt a heart wrenching pain as the mate bond would breaks. I am glad he respected me to that extent, even though he was sleeping in another room right now. I fell on the bed, a sigh escaped my lips as a tear dropped from the corner of my eyes. This was another cold night. I hugged a pillow, and my tears soaked it. I feel so lonely, so empty. My heart ached as I pressed my lips into a thin line and I sobbed, my shoulders, shivering.