The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Two

Gilbert pov

My private investigator, Sniper, was the one that confirmed Emory to be an Alpha but up till this moment he had not sent a word about any of my other questions but he promised to give me words soon. I had hoped the answers to my questions would come before the award night for CEO/ Billionaires that came up in the States every once in a year. The news came as a big shock to me that I was left with a little above a thousand and one questions.

Since once again, Emory f*****g Salvatore always messed with my sanity and today, managed to f**k my head at this super-holy hour of the day, and mother nature decided to externally leave shreds of evidence of her pangs on me, I wasted no time getting into the shower. I knew already that I was going to have a very long day. I could tell by how frustrated I was getting now which was because of one woman—Emory Salvatore. I pray the goddess helps me to not make a scene when I see her today at that goddamn event. Stepping under the shower, I allowed the warm water to flow down my aching body and it indeed gave me the soothe I wanted. I immediately felt so much better already.

"Gilbert ?" I heard a familiar voice call out to me, startling me in the process as I didn't expect to hear that voice—I almost stumbled on the slippery ground. Thank goodness I didn't. All the hours I spent at the gym finally paid off. I turned around and peeked through the see-through glass door of the shower room and the first thing I saw was her redhead and the next thing was that heavenly hourglass shape of hers. She looked maddeningly sexy in her black booty gym shorts and sporty bra. Her crop sky blue hoodie hung tenderly just above her belly button. I splashed a good amount of water on my face and used my knuckles to press on them but Emory's figure was still perched against the threshold of my bathroom door by the time I opened them. What the hell was she doing here? How did she get into my apartment? How did she get past the goddam guards? I remembered bringing her to my condo some time ago, but I never showed her my passcode nor did she have a key card to the apartment. How the hell did she get inside?

"I have something to tell you. Get wrapped and come out" her sweet commanding voice resounded, breaking me from my shock.

"How the hell did you get inside my room?" I flared

"Is that how you greet a friend? I need to speak to you. Get your ass out" she asked and I let out a laugh. Damn! The nerve of this girl really… just how did she set her bars? Every single time I like to think I was above her or manage to cross her bar, she shocked me by revealing there was another sling right above the one I jumped over and maybe another after that one, and the rest like that. The warm water flowing down my body somewhat turned cold, and along with the shiver it caused to run down my spine came an idea. A very steamy idea. My third leg was jerking from the mere thought and as I brought my eyes up to look at Emory through the steamed door, I realized nothing measured the happiness I felt from the thrill of it. Dang! Perhaps I'd gotten p***y-whipped by my enemy's sister who had also made herself an alleged enemy by competing with me.

"Gilbert …." I interrupted her by opening the shower door, instantly feeling her whirlwind-like eyes on me. I liked that she was not even trying to avert her gaze, her erect n*****s beneath that damn sky blue sporty bra showed how little affected she was by seeing me nude.

"I'll be waiting in the bedroom. Don't keep me waiting….." She blurted and was about to turn her back on me when I held her by her arm and pulled her until her body smacked mine with my erection pressing directly into the spot I wanted it to. Her breast sprawled around my entire chest. My hand went around her waist and I pulled her further into me. A slight whimper escaped her mouth but she covered it up with a small cough. She tried to get off my grip but I didn't let her succeed. A wide smirk appeared on my face when I saw her frustrated that she was from my act. Her restraint slowly wipes away and the former smug look in her sea-like irises was slowly replaced with heated lust.

"Like what you see, Alpha?" I asked her, as I slowly lowered my hand on her back. I cupped her ass and a subtle but provoking moan escaped her mouth. Using her slightly parted lips to my advantage, I slipped two fingers into her mouth. And before I could give her the command, she had already started to suckle on them. f**k me! This girl had once again turned things backfire on me.

Emory regarded me for a moment before she cupped my bare d**k with her tiny fingers, and then drew faint lines over it not once breaking our eye contact. Mischief sparkled through her eyes, as he bit down on her lower lips. She slowly shimmied out of her shots and threw off her hoodie afterward. Seconds later we were both directly under the shower while facing the mirror in the bathroom, her ass pressing into my shaft. I snaked my hand through her lacy panties to poke at her entrance and the other to squeeze her t**s through the elastic fabric of her sports bra. Her head automatically went to the crook of my neck and she could barely keep her eyes open, both of us watching each other through the mirror-like predators to their prey—suspicions and threats present in both our irises as we slowly danced to the sensation of the water on our naked body.

"Who are you, Emory Salvatore? And what the hell are you doing to me" I whispered to her ears as she grinded her behind into my shaft.

"You just said my name…. I'm Emory Salvatore '' she moaned back her reply. Fuming, I increased the pace of my finger going in and out of her p***y.

"The hell you are Emory Salvatore! You know you are not exactly Emory Salvatore. I can't help but think that you are not. Tell me, who are you really?"

"I'm…Emory …" her voice sank to her stomach when I abruptly turned and slammed my lips on her. I pushed her backward until her back plastered the bathroom wall. She was panting but I had no intention of stopping. I was by far, finished with her! Hell, I have not started yet. I attacked her neck with kisses while she dug her nails into my back until I was so sure it would leave marks on my back at some point but I didn't care.

"What's your essence, Salvatore? Just what are you made of?" I tore our lips apart and looked at her whole body. A big smirk was dancing on her face and I didn't know why.

"I see you haven't gotten over me, Gilbert," she said as she traced the line that divided my abs, tracing it from my neck, my chest, stomach, and stopping at my waistline…

"Why are you here, Salvatore?"

"Are you pissed that I am here?" She asked with a hint of mockery in her voice. I arched a brow at her, a voiceless way of asking what I meant by that.

"Unless you say the words, Gilbert, I wouldn't know what you mean" She smirked. again, I sensed mockery in her voice but I didn't bother to ask. My mind was occupied with something else. Without warning, I placed two fingers on either side of her black thong and with one forceful pull, I ripped them both apart, revealing her s*x to me.

Holy mother of f***s!

"I know what you are doing here princess. Do you want some d**k? I'll give it to you. Make sure you hold on tight my love" I replied smugly before raising one of her legs up and placing them on my shoulders —again, erasing every form of foreplay or tease. A small yelp escaped her mouth but before she could let out another sound, I inserted my d**k in her p***y, the water from the shower acting as the lubricant I needed for a smooth journey into the forbidden land. My thrust was as purposeful as the question in my mind that I wanted to ask her. Her nails scratched deep into my back and for every stroke of her fingers on me, I felt fired up. Emory adjusted so that she could meet my thrust halfway and the new position worked perfectly like we were a perfect fit for each other. Like the last piece that completed a puzzle, we match perfectly. It didn't take long for her to begin to shake from beneath me.

"Hold on a little longer, Wulf" I growled before picking up pace once more. A few strokes later and we both fell like jelly on the bathroom floor, with her on top of me and our bodies pressed together as we both tried to come down from on high. Emory placed her head on my chest and I wrapped my hands over her back as we both took calming breaths. She suddenly turned her head to the other side, making a bit of her hair part right from the scalp…..and I see it, the mark. The mark was like a worn-out plaster and that part of her hair was not as red as the other part of her hair. I was thrown into a menial frenzy as pictures of that scar that I had seen before and on a different person attacked my mind.

Who was it?

I looked at the wound again and It showed clearly that it was a scar from a healed wound. My wolf was on high alert as it plants his nostrils on the surface of her skin to sniff her but all of a sudden, Emory Salvatore Infantino was without a scent. I was agitated and almost riled. I have heard of stealer wolves but not once have I met a wolf without a scent. Goddamn, even stealer wolves had scent unless she was a witch or from a cursed breed, she was supposed to have a scent, and even in such cases, Viper had always been able to sniff something out.

At this point had become restless and was at the edge of breaking out but I tried all I could to tame him. As if on cue, our breaths finally calmed and Emory rolled over before picking herself up from the ground where she rested barely minutes ago.

"So what do you want, Emory?" I asked her as I stood up too, towering over her. She had so much up her sleeve, it seemed but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what it was.

"I think it's too late for that, don't you think?"

"No, I don't think so…"

"You don't?" She moved towards me smirking, letting her hands roam over my upper body. "Let's just say, you aren't the only one without a heart, Gilbert '' She continued to run her hand through my body while I just stood transfixed. "See you at the event later, big boy" She added, taking a few steps away from me, her ass bouncing as she took each step, she turned back and blew me a kiss "yes, lest we forget. thank you for the f**k, Gilbert I really needed it" she bent over to pick her clothes from the floor and put them on one at a time without breaking contact with me. Her gaze had a contemptuous edge to it, but I remained standing, transfixed to my bones. She looked at me, winked, and before I knew it, she was gone.