Chapter 17: Chapter 17; Drowning in someone else

Aiden’s POV

I leaned against the doorframe, my jaw tight as I watched her walk in. That scent hit me—sharp and alien. My stomach turned. Fuck no. Not again.

"Where are you coming from?" I ground the words out, my voice raspy with the irritation I couldn’t hide.

Alina didn’t look at me. She busied herself with her bag, her hands shaking just enough to give her away. "I’m coming back from the bakery," she said, her voice light, but I caught the tremor in it. "You didn’t tell me you were coming today."

"I messaged you. You didn’t reply."

She shrugged, a casual movement that felt like a slap. "Oh, my phone must have died," she said, walking past me toward the stairs. "You came to see Leo, right?"

"Yes."

"Oh, okay. I’m going to go bathe. You can leave since you’ve seen him."

The rage hit me then, a hot surge in my chest that made my pulse thrum in my ears. As she turned her head, the hallway light caught it—a deep, jagged purple mark pressed into the soft skin of her neck. My breath hitched.

"What is that?" I demanded. My vision blurred at the edges.

She stopped, her hand flying up to cover her throat. "What is what?"

"That fucking shit on your neck, Alina! Who did you go fuck?"

She turned fully then, her eyes snapping with a fire I hadn’t seen in months. "I don’t think you’re in a position to ask me that, Aiden. It’s my private life. You don’t get to ask me anything."

The world tilted. Inside, my wolf was a caged animal, pacing and snarling, telling me to breathe, but the air felt like acid. She really did it. My mate was out there with someone else.

"You are my mate and I—"

"No, Aiden!" she cut me off, her voice rising. "We aren’t together anymore, remember? We don’t have a mate bond. You broke it the second you asked for a divorce. You aren’t my husband, so why are you acting like this?"

She was right, and that only made the fire in my blood burn hotter. I couldn’t handle the thought of another man’s touch on her.

"Tell me who it was," I growled, stepping into her space.

"Goodnight, Aiden," she whispered.

She tried to move past me, but I lunged. I grabbed her wrist, the skin hot under my palm, and yanked her into my chest. I didn’t think; I just leaned in, forcing my mouth onto hers, desperate to wipe away the taste of whoever had been there before me.

She tasted like salt and stubbornness. Her lips stayed clamped shut, her body turning into a pillar of stone against mine. She fought me, squirming and shoving at my chest until she finally tore her face away.

CRACK.

The slap echoed in the quiet hallway. My head jerked to the side, my cheek stinging with the sudden heat of her palm.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she hissed, her chest heaving, eyes wide with pure disgust.

I stared at her, the red mist finally clearing enough for me to see the fear in her expression. My hand reached out, trembling. "Alina... I... I didn’t mean to."

"Please leave my house, Aiden," she spat. The anger in her voice was like a physical shove.

I nodded, my chest feeling hollow. I turned and walked out, and the heavy thud of the door closing behind me felt final. I stood on the porch for a second, the cool air hitting my face. What the hell is wrong with me? What the fuck am I even doing?

I walked back to the mansion, my mind a mess. When I finally reached my room, I sank onto the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. The door clicked open, and Emily walked in.

"Where have you been?" she asked, her eyes searching mine.

"I went to see my son, Leo," I said.

The bright smile on her face vanished instantly, her lips pulling into a thin line. "Will you be going over there every time? Every day?"

"No," I sighed. "I just miss my son, that’s why."

"You are sure that’s the only reason?" Her voice was sharp, laced with suspicion.

"Yes, that’s the only reason. You don’t have to worry, it’s just about my son," I said, trying to settle the tension in the room.

"Alright then." She took a breath and smoothed out her dress. "I have made reservations for our wedding reception."

My eyes widened. My heart skipped a beat, but not in a good way. "That’s pretty early, Emily. We got engaged like a week ago. Getting started with the marriage is a bit too..."

"Too much?" she cut in, her voice trembling with hurt.

"Oh, no, that’s not what I meant to say," I said quickly, reaching for her hand.

"Aiden, the pack needs a Luna. I can’t stand by and watch that spot stay empty. We should get married as soon as possible."

I looked at her, realizing she wouldn’t back down. "You’re right," I said.

She stepped close to me, the scent of her perfume filling my head as she pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "You are the best. And don’t worry, we will have our own kid very soon." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

I forced a smile, and then she leaned in again. This time, the kiss wasn’t soft. It was deep and demanding. I kissed her back with the same intensity, needing to drown out my thoughts. I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pulled her onto my lap. She moaned into my mouth, her hands clawing at my back as the kiss turned desperate and hungry.

She pulled back, pushing me down onto the bed. A dark smirk played on her lips. "Let’s have sex," she whispered.

I smiled and nodded, my blood starting to boil. She reached down and pulled her shirt over her head. Her heavy breasts dangled in front of me, and I couldn’t help but bite my lip at the sight. She leaned over me, helping me kick off my pants. I was already rock hard, pulsing with a need that was impossible to ignore.

Emily smiled, dropping to her knees between my legs. When she took my dick into her mouth, a loud groan ripped from my throat.

"Fuck," I choked out. She slid all the way down, deep-throating me until I thought I’d lose it. It felt so fucking good. "Yes, baby... yes, suck me hard."

I tangled my fingers in her hair, gripping it tight to control her movements as she kept going. "Fuck, yes," I groaned, letting the pleasure take over my whole body.

She pulled back for a second, her lips glistening. "I love your dick so much, and it is all mine," she whispered. She shifted her body, pressing my dick right in the middle of her big breasts. She squeezed them together, the heat of her skin sliding against me. It was the best part about her—how fucking big they were.

"Say I am yours," she demanded, sliding me back and forth between her cleavage.

"You are mine," I rasped, watching her smirk.

She stood up suddenly, her eyes dark with hunger. "Now I want you to eat my pussy like you’re fucking starving."

I smirked back, moving toward her without a second thought.