Chapter 9

SYDNEY'S POV I kept struggling, pulling at my hands and cussing out as Alexander dragged me to the hallway, right beside the male section restroom. I stumbled after him, unable to keep up with his pace in my heels. Even in my wildest dreams, I wouldn’t have thought I might run into him here. I mean, in our three years of unfortunate mating bond, I could count the number of times on the fingers of one hand I had seen him elsewhere apart from the house. I had assumed he was always at work, but recently, I concluded that he was either at work or in some fancy hotel fucking my sister. " Alexander, what is wrong with you?" I hit his fingers wrapped around my wrist with my free hand, "Let go of my hand." He didn’t say anything, he just stormed ahead, his back rigid. Ever since I proposed the mate bond dissolution request, he seemed to have become a ghost out to hunt and haunt me, appearing everywhere I was. I let out a low groan as he slammed my back to a wall and pinned me to it. The depth of his deep blue eyes was fathomless, and they had turned so dark you would think his natural eye color was a deep black. "You seem to have lost your memory, haven’t you?" He snarled, and I flinched. "You’re my Luna, yet you rub yourself against a stranger like that? How sluttier can you be?!" He bit out, his expression got scarier, and his words came out harsher. "If I hadn’t stopped you, I bet you would have ended up in bed with him." I swear I would have slapped him. My palm itched to come in contact with his cheeks. "Watch how you speak to me, Alexander," I pushed against his grip, but it just wouldn’t budge. The bastard. "I will speak to you however I wish, you cheater. Who would’ve believed a prude like you was capable of cheating?" I scoffed. "Cheating?" That was the highlight of his sentence. "Did you just say I cheated? The one who’s cheating here is you!" I spat in his face. "Oh. Now tell me the number of she-wolves you’ve caught me in bed with." I scoffed. Incredible. "Are you actually denying this right now?" He didn’t say anything. "I’ve caught you having sex with Bella. My own sister!" I screamed, "Worse, it was on our three-year wedding anniversary day." I remembered it to be our three-year wedding anniversary day. Still trying to make the marriage work—because of my selfish parents—even though he didn’t want me. Now that wouldn’t have angered me, neither would it have—as I hated to admit—hurt me a little if it wasn’t Bella. A few months into our mating ceremony, I had assumed he spent his nights with some random she-wolf, and I had grown to accept that. "I bet you didn’t even know it was our anniversary." He was silent for a while, the hallway was bathed in silence as his eyes probed mine, searching… "Is that why you want the mate bond dissolution?" Oh. If only I could hit his face right now. "Yes, yes," I blurted. "And I advise you to sign the mate bond dissolution request" "Wha—" "You cheated on me with my own sister. How disgusting can you be?" "There’s nothing between us. " Liar! "Whatever, I don’t even care anymore. You can keep denying and lying. I don’t give a shit. I can’t be with you anymore. I can’t remain caged in your shadows. It’s high time I go back to living my life." "What about your Nightscar Pack,your family’s company? You do know what damage this could—" "I don’t care, Alexander!" I shut him up, and I saw his annoyance build. "I don’t care anymore what the implications could be. I just want to leave, okay? Sign the papers." "Look, I don’t care what you want right now," he gritted out, "All I care about is my pack’s image and—" "If you cared, then you wouldn’t have blatantly ignored me the way you did since we got mated. You would have—at least—attempted to make this work." He pulled back, a smug expression on his face. "Are…" he trailed off, his stare peering into my eyes, digging into my soul. "Are you hurt?" I felt his hold on me loosen, and I roughly pulled away. I staggered forward in my heels and attempted to leave, but he was too fast. His fingers once again wrapped around my wrist, and he pulled me back. Again, he slammed my back against the wall, but this time, he didn’t pin me with a deathly glare but his lips. The breath was knocked out of me as his lips came down on mine, warm and soft. I reflexively closed my eyes and let his lips crudely mold mine. In fact, I reveled in the feel of his lips on mine, my senses became hazy as I gave in to his hypnotizing kiss. His hands circled my waist and pressed me closer to him, the heat of his body created a maddening sensation on my skin. His tongue probed, seeking entrance. I opened up, and his tongue snaked into my mouth, wet and— My eyes flew open, my body grew rigid, and my teeth instinctively came down on his tongue. What had come over me? "What the fuck, Sydney?!" He pulled away and released me. I staggered feebly, my vision unfocused for the slightest second after he pulled away. Shame washed over me. It was our first kiss in three years, and my body had instantly reacted to it, all of my being had clung to the feeling like it was what I had been waiting for all these years. I gathered my wits about me and faced him, "How dare you kiss me with that filthy mouth of yours?! That’s fucking disgusting," I yelled as I wiped my tongue on my tank top. I knew that was childish, but I wasn’t thinking. It was as if he hadn’t been listening to me. I watched, slightly panicked—I wondered why I was panicking—as his tongue snaked out of his mouth. I watched, transfixed, as the deep pink flesh snaked its way to the corner of his mouth and licked there before his tongue slowly darted back in. I blinked, thrown out of the momentary hypnotization, as he came at me again. His hands were like a vice as they pinned my hands to the wall above my head. " Alexander!" I struggled against his hold. "Let go of me. I’m serious—" My words died in my throat as he reconnected our lips. I resisted the urge to be pulled in like I did the first time. I resisted the urge to savor the blissful feel of his lips on mine.