Chained By The Alpha By Jessica Hall
Chapter 37

The way he looks at me…1t says he wants more than just playful banter. He wants me. I don’t know if that is his way of getting back at my father, but I can’t say I would turn him down if he requested my body for payment. Which goes against everything I believe in. I am saving myself for my mate or for Deacon to mark me, yet why do I feel like I would throw all that away for him?

Deacon! Deacon! You have a boyfriend; I remind myself

Zayn’s arms suddenly wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My breath hitches as I feel the hard contours of his body pressing into mine. The feeling of raw power emanating

from him makes my blood pulse wildly in my veins, filling me with a heady mix of lust and desire. It’s intoxicating

“T bet right now, I could ask you to do anything, and you’d fall over yourself to do it,” he laughs softly, pulling away to look at my face

“It’s the sire. If you didn’t want me falling over myself to please you, you shouldn’t have healed me!” I blurt. He smiles wickedly

“Or maybe I have you exactly where I want you,” he purrs, and my eyes flutter closed at the sound emanating from his chest. Zayn’s words send a shiver down my spine, and I can’t deny the pull he has over me. I know it’s the sire bond, but part of me wants to believe that there’s something more between us

DEACON! I remind myself. Yet he ditched me,

abandoned me in a vulnerable state!

I push Zayn away, trying to regain some control over myself. “We both know this is just the sire bond,” I say firmly, my voice shaking slightly

He raises an eyebrow at me and smirks. “Ts it? Because I have a feeling you’re attracted to me regardless of the sire bond.” He takes a step closer, trapping me against the wall with his body and my car once more

I can feel his breath on my face and it takes all of my willpower not to give in to him. “I have a boyfriend,” I remind him, hoping that will be enough to get through to him

He leans in even closer, his lips almost touching mine. “And yet here you are, alone with me, and youre really putting up a fight to escape me,” he whispers seductively

I struggle to replace a response as his hand gently cups my cheek. My heart is racing and my body is betraying me by responding to his touch

Tension crackles like electricity between us. The raw power of his aura radiating from him makes my blood rush, my heart pound against the walls of my chest. It’s almost as if he’s wrapped me up in this heady mix of lust and desire, and I suddenly don’t want to break free of it

Zayn’s lips brush against mine as he speaks

“What if I said I want you as payment? Would deny me?” his words sending a shiver down my spine. I know I should push him away, remind him I have a boyfriend and this 1s wrong, but all rational thought seems to have escaped me in this moment

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. But all he sees is the desire burning in them, mirroring his own

“Zyan, please,” I tell him. A part of me wonders if am begging him to keep going or asking him to stop

I bite my lip, trying to regain some control over my body and emotions. “This is wrong,” I whisper

“Is it really?” Zayn asks, his hand trailing down from my cheek to lightly brush against my neck

“You don’t seem to be complaining.” he smiles smugly then leans in closer until his hot breath tickles my earlobe, causing waves of anticipation to sear through me

“But you should go before I don’t let you, wouldn’t want that boyfriend of yours to replace out you’re sired to another now would we?” he asks and hearing him speak Deacon’s name is like he tossed a bucket of ice water over me

The thought of Deacon makes me stumble back momentarily, but Zayn’s swift reaction leaves no room for escape. Strong arms circle around my waist, pulling me close again. The feel of his hard body pressing against mine again causes a sharp intake of breath

He watches me for a second and I push off his chest. “I should go.” I tell him while also reminding myself how wrong this is. Zayn lets me go and I fumble with my keys to unlock the car when I pause

“You never said how I am supposed to pay you for watching the borders.” I remind him as I climb into my car

“[ have an office near your university. What days do you have free?” he asks

“None, but I have three early days,” I tell him

“Then you’ll come there. You can help me in the office. I just fired my last secretary,” he

tells me

“Why?” I replace myself asking

“Because she is my ex,” he states. My brows pinch

“Oh, the one you dumped via text?” I snort a laugh

“Yep, don’t need her moping around work,” he chuckles

“Who said she is moping? Maybe she is glad to

be done with your arrogant ass,” I tell him and he smiles

“Now I’m arrogant. Only a second ago you would have let me kiss you,” he tells me, and my face heats at his words. I open my mouth to

argue it’s the sire bond, but he beats me to it

“Yeah, yeah, it’s the sire bond. Now get home

You have my number if you need me, and I’ll have my men watch your borders from a

distance,” he tells me before turning on his heel and heading back into the packhouse. Shaking my head, I start up my car and turn it around in the huge driveway before leaving, driving out his territory

Now, to convince my father, I slept in the car or at Deacon’s because guaranteed he’s been looking for me and will be on a warpath