Sold To The Alphas I Hate - Chapter 254

Chapter 254: Tell Me To Stop, And I Will
All of a sudden, I felt emotional.

Damn it.

My weird body was reacting again, threatening to make me cry over nothing.

“Aaa!” I heard him.

I looked at him, my eyes slightly moist. He was holding a spoonful of soup toward me.

“Aaa,” he repeated, softer this time, smiling like I was a stubborn child he needed to coax.

I opened my mouth finally, and he fed me.

“Good girl,” he praised, warm enough to melt the rest of the heaviness inside my chest.

“You should eat as well,” I said quickly, grateful for the distraction from the sudden emotions.

“How was your day? What did you do?” he asked, having his own spoonful.

“Just as usual,” I replied. “I spent time with Raven, and… Liam came to check on me.”

He looked at me instantly, his hand pausing halfway to his mouth. “What did he say?”

“He said to wait for the test results,” I told him.

“When will it be?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’ll ask him myself,” he said, as if it wasn’t even up for discussion.

The little exchange felt like a normal family dinner conversation… something peaceful and gentle, something ordinary people did every day.Somehow, that simple warmth felt too beautiful for someone like me.

We ate quietly after that, speaking here and there. It wasn’t awkward—it was… comforting. Like my mind finally rested for a moment.

After we finished, he asked, “Want to take a walk outside?”

It was past midnight. Not exactly the time for strolling…But I nodded anyway.

Because I didn’t know what to do after this.Should I stay with him?Should I return to Kael’s room?Should I avoid him after the way I had kissed him this morning?

Ever since that kiss… everything felt awkward for me.Not with him—he was as calm as ever—but inside me, everything was tangled and a mess.

He made me wear a warm coat and we stepped out from the garden side. Despite the warm coat, I still felt cold while he felt nothing in that normal shirt and pants.

“Are you not feeling cold?” I asked as we walked together.

“This is just ordinary weather for werewolves,” he told me. “Unless it’s snowing and the temperature drops too much, only then do we need warm clothes.”

“I am a werewolf as well,” I countered.

“Though you might be stronger, but females are weak in certain situations, and this is one of them,” he said, “And your wolf is not that strong yet.”

I understood.

He held my hand in his as we walked for a while. His warm hand felt better against my cold one.

I couldn’t help but glance at him once in a while. He was entirely a different Roman from the past.

In the past I only thought about that one person who would hold my hand like this throughout my life, but now it was Roman in the end, who I used to hate a lot. What an irony.

“Am I that handsome?” he asked and looked at me, a light smile playing on his lips. He looked even more handsome to me now. “You keep staring at me.”

I was taken aback, but then answered honestly. “You are indeed good looking.”

I had nothing to fear or lose from my honesty.

He chuckled lightly. “Glad that I am pleasing to your eyes.”

Indeed, he was. I felt my lips curve into a smile as well.

We continued to walk in silence, just finding peace in each other’s presence. My heart felt at peace by his side. I hoped that he wouldn’t hurt me ever again, that now I was being good to him and had started to trust him.

After walking for a while more, I sneezed.

“Seems like it’s time to head back,” he said, and both of us turned around.

I didn’t want to fall sick — not when Raven needed me.

Once we returned inside, I froze.I didn’t know what to do.Whether to walk with him to his room… or go back upstairs to Kael’s.

If I stayed, facing him in bed after what happened this morning would be… too much.If I left, he might think I didn’t want to be with him.

Why was I even thinking this much?

My brain, which had been dead for six years, suddenly wanted to act alive — and create complications. I wished it had remained idle; everything would have been easier.

While I stood stuck between two directions, his fingers tightened around mine.

I turned to look at him.

He pulled me toward him in one firm motion, eliminating every inch of distance I was struggling with.

“What are you thinking so deeply about?” he asked, his hand settling around my waist, holding me as if I belonged there.

It felt like he had seen straight through my confusion, my hesitation… my want.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, he sealed it with his.

And this time, there was no shock, no panic, no resistance.

I didn’t mind it.I didn’t want to mind it.

After six years of emptiness… of being touched only with cruelty…this was the first time I craved intimacy — real intimacy.

Warm.Soft.Safe.Meaningful.

And I felt it… with Roman.

Before I could even take a breath, Roman guided me backward as he removed my warm coat, his steps firm and deliberate, until my back touched the wall. The cold surface contrasted sharply with the heat of his body pressing into mine, anchoring me, enclosing me, consuming me.

His hands slid to my waist, gripping just tight enough to make my breath hitch.I gasped lightly against his lips — and he took that opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Gods…

It wasn’t gentle anymore.It wasn’t cautious.It wasn’t hesitant.

It was hungry.

A raw, pent-up desire he had kept caged for far too long — and now it poured into me, and I found myself giving it back, matching him with the same intensity.

My fingers moved on their own, curling around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His warmth, his strength, the steady rhythm of his breathing — it all wrapped around me like a fire I didn’t want to escape.

His mouth moved with mine in a rhythm that felt dangerously perfect, like we had kissed a thousand times in some other lifetime and our bodies remembered it.

When he finally broke away from my lips, I barely had the chance to breathe.His mouth descended to my jaw… then lower… tracing the line of my neck.

The warmth of his breath brushed my skin an instant before his lips touched it.A soft, desperate sound escaped me before I could stop it — half-moan, half-whisper.

He paused for a heartbeat, as if savoring it.

Then he kissed the spot again, slower this time… then a little deeper… sending a wave of shivers down my entire body.

My hands clutched the fabric of his shirt at the shoulders, needing something to hold onto. My back arched slightly without my permission, my body seeking more, drawn to him like instinct — like a bond pulling tight between us.

His lips continued their slow, torturous path along my neck, and my breath trembled.

“Roman…” I whispered, not even sure what I was asking for.

He lifted his head slightly, his mouth still brushing my skin, his voice low and rough against my throat.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, “and I will.”

But I couldn’t.I didn’t want to.

Instead, my fingers threaded into his hair and pulled him closer again.

And he kissed me — deeply, fiercely — as if he already knew my answer.