Bonded To The Dysfunctional Alpha

Chapter 2

Sophie’s POV

I folded the same shirt three times before I gave up and just shoved it into the bag.

The memory of yesterday was still sitting right there, fresh and stubborn, refusing to be packed away with everything else. His hand is around my arm. That blue stare. The way he let go, like touching me, had burned him.

My wolf wasn’t helping. Every time I tried to push the image down she dragged it back up, turning it over slowly like something precious she’d found.

Stop it, I told her.

She didn’t stop.

I reached for another shirt and that was when I felt something wrapped around me, pulling me back against a chest that was solid in a way that knocked the air clean out of my lungs.

His scent wrapped around me at the same time, something cool and deep, like forest after rain, and my whole body just went calm.

For about four seconds I stood there and let it happen.

Then my brain caught up.

And I felt his d**k hard, pressing against my lower back with absolutely no shame.

I flinched forward and spun around so fast I nearly knocked the bag off the bed.

Tyler stood there looking completely unbothered, one side of his mouth already pulling into that smirk.

“You’re a pervert,” I said with anger evident in my voice.

I expect him to give me an explanation of what just happened but he is just glaring at me.

“Did the cat get your tongue? Are you not going to say something?” My voice was overlapping each other and I still got no response.

Just those blue eyes sitting on me calm and easy, like my outrage was mildly entertaining. His eyes work on a triangle motion, from my eyes to my two boobs, and then back to my eyes.

“Pervert!” I screamed covering my chest with my palm.

He scoffed, then he turned and walked out of the room.

I stood there staring at the empty doorway.

My heart rose abnormally. Why do I f*****g enjoy this instead of being genuinely angry?

Because you enjoy it.

My wolf squeal.

“Shut the f**k up!” I screamed throwing all the clothes that had been folded on the bed.

I couldn’t finish packing after that.

I tried. I sat on the bed, and I walked to the

window, I went back to the bag, I put one thing in, and took it out again.

My skin felt hotter than usual, and every time I tried to think about something else, my mind slid straight back to him.

The weight of his arms. That scent. What was pressed against my back?

My wolf purred like she’d won something.

You are not helping, I told her again.

She purred louder.

By evening I gave up pretending and sat on the windowsill watching the yard below. A couple near the fence, leaning into each other, the girl laughing softly before he kissed her slowly and unhurried like they had all the time in the world.

I thought about Tyler.

Which made no sense because he had never kissed me. There was nothing to remember.

But my mind filled in the blank anyway, his jaw, his eyes, that smirk right before it became something else entirely, and the warmth that had been simmering all day pulled tight low in my stomach.

I closed the curtains, gently sat on the bed, and spread my two legs.

My finger touched my pants and I felt the dampness on it.

The thought of him only way my damn pants.

I closed my eyes and my fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my pang and I bit down on my lip to keep quiet.

Tyler’s image sitting clear and vividly behind my closed eyes.

My index finger slides straight into my p***y, and a short groan escapes my lips. I imagined his hands instead of mine, his weight pressed on my body, the way he’d look at me with that unbothered blue stare while he took his time to f**k me with his damn long finger.

I multiply my finger and increase the pace, the sound of my wet p***y filling the whole room.

“f**k me Tyler.” The name slipped out of my tongue before I could stop it but I didn’t regret saying it.

My thumb works on my c**t as my two fingers hit the G-spot, feeling the electricity in my body.

Despite trying to muffle the sound, I could still hear it.

It doesn’t feel satisfying enough, so I took off my pants, sat on my pillow, and started grinding it. I imagined it was his c**k, I could still feel the length of his c**k.

“This is so…”

A sudden knock at the door interrupted me and all the Faraday disappeared at a fast pace.

I sat up fast, my finger combing my hair, put on my song, and straightened my shorts.

I pulled the wetness in the pillow down showing the second phase as I rushed to open the door.

My heart stopped beating for a second the moment I saw it was Tyler.

He looked at me. Then at my hair. Then back at my face, and something moved behind his eyes, slow and knowing, and the smirk came back but quieter this time, like he knew exactly what I was up to.

“Stay,” he said.

I blinked. “What?”

“Stay longer.”

“Stay?” I raised an eyebrow, clearly not getting what he meant.

“Stay in my pack.” He repeated and my heart skipped abnormally.

I pulled myself together fast. “So you can stare at me some more? Like the pervert you are?”

The words were coming out of my mouth and somewhere behind them a completely different part of me was thinking about how close he was standing and how easy it would be for him to just close the remaining distance and shut me up entirely and how much I wanted that so badly it frightened me.

He stepped forward.

I stepped back without deciding to.

He stepped forward again.

My legs hit the bed and I sat down hard. He crouched in front of me, bringing himself level, close enough that I could smell that rain and forest scent again, close enough that my heart was doing something completely unreasonable.

A notification dropped on my phone, his eyes moved to the screen, stayed for some seconds before returning it with a smirk.

“Think about it,” he said quietly.

Then he stood up and left.

I sat on the bed, wet with a heart hammering against my ribs with nowhere to go.

I grabbed my phone and realized my brother dropped a text.

You left on an important day. We will talk about this, and return to the pack now.