Married To The Billionaire Alpha King Chapter 10 - you’re impossible

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~Elara’s POV

I stepped back slightly, my hand brushing against the counter behind . "You should put on a shirt," I muttered, my cheeks burning.

He chuckled, low and deep. "Why? You seed comfortable enough holding a mont ago."

"I wasn’t holding you!" I protested quickly. "I was... I was scared!"

He leaned closer, his voice teasing. "Scared enough to hug that tightly?"

"I didn’t hug you!"

"Yes, you did."

I gasped, glaring up at him, but the corner of his lips curved again, and I realized he was enjoying this too much.

"Stop teasing ," I said quietly.

He tilted his head, eyes softening. "You’re easy to tease."

The air between us felt thick. I tried to step away again, but he moved with , his hand brushing against mine.

"Darlon..." I began, but he interrupted softly.

"You still haven’t called by my na once without sounding afraid," he said.

"I’m not afraid," I whispered.

He smiled faintly. "Good."

His hand ca up slowly, touching a loose strand of hair near my face. My breath hitched.

"What are you doing?" I asked quietly.

He didn’t answer right away. His gaze was locked on , deep, intent, unreadable.

Then, before I could say another word, he leaned down and kissed .

It wasn’t a soft, polite kiss like at the ceremony. This one was different. Warm. Firm. Possessive.

My breath caught in my throat as his lips moved against mine, slow at first, then deeper. My hands instinctively went to his chest, aning to push him away, but instead, I just stayed there, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my palms.

His hand moved to the back of my neck, his thumb brushing my skin gently, guiding closer.

The world spun a little.

When he finally pulled back, I was breathless. My eyes opened slowly to find him looking at , his gaze dark and unreadable.

I didn’t know what to say. My heart was racing wildly.

He smiled faintly.

I swallowed hard. "You..."

I looked away, my cheeks flaming. "You’re impossible."

Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, "You shouldn’t look at like that, Elara."

"Like what?" I whispered back.

"Like you don’t know what I might do next again."

And before I could reply, he leaned down and kissed again.

My hands, which had been hanging awkwardly at my sides, rose on their own and rested on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my palms, strong and steady, while mine was racing wildly again.

He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss. I froze for a second, not knowing what to do. My hands hovered awkwardly in the air, my mind spinning so fast I could barely breathe.

He noticed imdiately. Pulling back just a little, his breath brushed my lips as he whispered, "Relax. Don’t think too much."

"I... I don’t know how," I said softly, my voice trembling, my face burning with embarrassnt.

He smiled, that slow, patient kind of smile that sohow made everything worse and better at once. "Then let show you."

Before I could say anything, he leaned in again. His lips t mine gently this ti, no rush, no force, just quiet insistence. His warmth lted into , and for a second, the world outside disappeared. My thoughts went blank. It was just him, his scent, his breath, his heartbeat, steady and close.

He moved his lips against mine, guiding carefully, almost teasingly. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. I didn’t know how to respond, what to do with my hands, or how to breathe right. But he didn’t seem to mind. He just kept kissing softly, patiently, like he wanted to learn.

At first, I was stiff, completely lost. My lips barely moved, and I probably looked ridiculous. But then, sothing shifted. I started to understand the rhythm, the way he tilted his head, the light pressure, the warmth spreading through .

I hesitated, then followed his lead, awkwardly at first, clumsy and unsure. He chuckled softly against my lips, and sohow that tiny sound made bolder. My fingers brushed against his chest without thinking, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm.

He pulled closer by the waist, his hand resting lightly against my back. The warmth of his touch made shiver.

Then he stopped abruptly and I watched as he jerked off to his room without saying a word.

"This is crazy," I whispered to myself. "Completely crazy."

No warning, no word, just turned and walked off, his steps heavy and fast until he disappeared into his room, leaving standing there in the dim kitchen light, completely frozen.

My lips still tingled, my heart still raced... and then everything just sank.

"What... just happened?" I whispered, my voice barely there.

He didn’t even look back. Not once. He just walked away.

I felt stupid.... so stupid. My chest ached like soone had squeezed the air out of . I swallowed hard, blinking fast, but the tears ca anyway.

Maybe he didn’t like the kiss. Maybe I did it wrong.

Maybe he regretted it.

Maybe he didn’t even want at all.

The thoughts spun in my head like a cruel storm that wouldn’t stop. I bit my lip hard, trying to stop the shaking in my hands. "Of course," I muttered bitterly. "Why would he? He’s the great Alpha Darlon. I’m just... ."

The words stung more than I expected. I wasn’t beautiful like Lira, or graceful like the other Lunas I’d seen. I wasn’t even confident, just a plump, awkward girl who still flinched when soone raised their voice. Why would a man like him ever want soone like ?

The words stung so deeply I could almost feel them echo inside .

I walked slowly back to my room, every step heavier than the last. My chest felt tight, like sothing was pressing against it. When I reached my door, I shut it quietly and locked it. The silence that followed was deafening, it made the ache inside grow louder.

I dragged myself toward the mirror and sat down in front of it. The girl staring back at didn’t even look like anymore. My eyes were red and tired, my lips still a little swollen, my hair ssy from his hands. I looked broken... foolish.

"What were you even thinking, Elara?" I whispered, my voice small and shaky. "That he kissed you because he wanted to? Because he actually felt sothing?"

I let out a weak laugh, one that cracked halfway through. It wasn’t funny, but it was all I could do to stop myself from crying. "You’re such an idiot," I muttered, shaking my head. "You always are."

I traced my fingers along my lips, rembering how warm his had been. It hurt to think about it. It hurt even more knowing it probably ant nothing to him, but everything to .

I lay down after a while, hoping that maybe if I closed my eyes long enough, everything would fade, the kiss, his sudden coldness, the way he walked away without saying a word.

But it didn’t.

I tossed on the bed, turning from one side to the other. The sheets felt too soft, the pillow too warm. Every ti I closed my eyes, I saw his face, the way he looked at before he kissed , the sound of his voice when he whispered relax.

My heart wouldn’t stop racing, even though I wanted it to. I pulled the blanket over my head, trying to block everything out, but the thoughts kept coming.