Sold To The Alphas I Hate - Chapter 239

Chapter 239: Finding Comfort In Vampire
Eira’s POV

I felt him close behind me. My heart skipped a beat. What’s wrong with him? First, he asked me to help him decide his clothes, and now he’s so close to me, standing behind me for no reason.He could get his clothes on his own if he was going to come to the wardrobe anyway.

I could feel his warmth even when there was space between us. I could smell that strong scent of his—it felt maddening, especially since he was just out of the shower. My heart couldn’t stop beating faster.The wolf inside me had started getting excited.

Damn wolf! This damn bond!

“Any light-colored pants will do,” he whispered in my ear, so close now.

If you know, then why ask me? I cursed in my mind, but not a single word came out. My skin shivered all of a sudden, like a cold wind had just brushed past me.

Instead of trying to create distance, I was tempted to turn around and let myself be dragged into what he was trying to pull me into.

But I didn’t want to.

Thankfully, he picked up the pants and moved back. I could finally breathe—and couldn’t wait to run away from here. I didn’t want to be pulled into the temptation of the mate bond. My wolf was truly shameless, willing to do anything just to get fucked.

As if being fucked for the past six years wasn’t enough.

Agreeing to help him set Raven’s wardrobe, I ran away as if escaping from some kind of danger.Yes, he was a danger—to my senses. Thankfully, he didn’t try more, or I would have been on my knees in front of him any moment.

At least he had the decency not to force me into submitting to him—to be his fuck toy.

I remembered he promised me that night we mated that he wouldn’t do anything with me without my consent. He should be the last one to even care about my consent, but it seemed like he was keeping his word now.

Just as I ran down the stairs, lost in my own thoughts, I collided with someone, and I was already in his arms, being protected from falling down.

“Whoa! Watch out, little witch.”

Only one bastard called me that way. I tried to get away, but his hands kept me close in a tight hold.

I glared at him, trying to free myself.

“Where were you running to?” Rafe said as our gazes met. “And why’s your face so red like a monkey?”

Red? My face’s red? I quickly touched my cheeks, and they felt warm.

“Don’t tell me the pervert inside you couldn’t handle a beauty like Kael,” he teased.

Beauty? How could he call a strong, muscular man like Kael a beauty? Something’s wrong with this bastard’s brain wiring.

“Let me go, you jerk,” I said coldly.

“I will, if you ask me nicely,” he countered, his red eyes amused.

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh to calm myself. “Alright, please… uhm…”

His lips sealed mine.

I opened my eyes and moved my face back, glaring at him. “What are you doing?”

“You closed your eyes, so I thought you were asking for a kiss,” the shameless bastard said.

I didn’t know how to deal with him anymore. Whether my eyes were open or closed, he always had his ways to annoy me to death. I didn’t even know how to explain to him that I was only trying to calm myself—to stop from getting angry at him again.

I felt tired. I felt like crying. I had no way with this damn vampire. My curses, my anger, my silence—nothing. Nothing ever worked on him.

I lowered my head and let it rest against his shoulder in a helpless gesture. “I give up,” I whispered under my breath.

He could go and do whatever he wanted. I wasn’t going to move.

His hands moved to hug me—this time a gentle one—and he coaxed me softly.

“If you give up, how am I going to live?” I heard his low whisper.

What does he mean? …Alright, I don’t want to know. I’m tired.

“Caldwell, are you not feeling well?” he finally asked, his voice soft, without a hint of teasing.

“I don’t know. I’m just tired,” I replied. His words and his hold felt… comforting.

“Your scent seems a little different,” he said.

“Must be Kael’s,” I said without any tinge of hesitation.

He was close to me, so I guess his scent mixed with mine.

“That’s possible,” he said and chuckled softly. “That also means you were running from him. The obvious reason of red face?”

I didn’t want to answer. A hug with this vampire felt better, and I would just stay like this.

“He’s your mate. If you want, you can even climb on him instead of running away,” he said. “Such a handsome top-tier Alpha. Are you an idiot to run away from him? Do you know how many she-wolves try to get into his bed?”

“Stop talking already,” I warned, letting myself drown in his scent.

“Jealous?” he asked.

Yes. I hated to admit it, but somehow I was. The wolf inside me didn’t wish to hear that other females were interested in my mate. This basic instinct of being territorial couldn’t be shaken off.

“My ass!” I answered to deny his claim.

Obviously, he didn’t believe me and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Kael that you were jealous.”

“That’s not me, but my wolf. The bitch,” I said.

“Yeah, your wolf.”

Even if he teased me, he was the only one I could have a normal talk with, without any hesitation. He was a provocateur, but a secret keeper.

I didn’t know how to define my connection with him. I hated him because he teased me, but sometimes he was like a safe haven where I could let my guard down—just like now, as I was relaxing in his hug without any care.

If he wished to move away, I could even hold him by his collar and order him to stay put. And I knew he would listen to me.

My rapport with him was just… confusing.