Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 47

=Matteo==

Hot molten magma churned in my stomach. And intermittently, a surge of steam would rise. This was how best I could describe what I was passing through. My insides were screaming for help. My skin was drenched; it'd become a brackish surface. I tossed and tossed, not knowing that I'd gotten to the very end of the bed. Before I knew it, I was on the floor. I dug my fingers to the carpeted floor, grunting. The sounds I was making were becoming more animalistic.

I squeezed my eyes, my way of bottling up the pain. Respirare, inalare. Respir... A sharp pain shot from my stomach; I grunted. Coughing out loud, I rolled on my back, assuming the pose of a foetus. My fingers were getting rigid now, and they hurt like white hot iron. Respirare, inalare. Respirare, inalare. I shut my eyes so hard that the pain in my head reappeared. Then, I heard it. Again. The knock.

F**k. God help those morons that worked for me. Oh f**k, the way I was gonna deal with them...

The knock came again. But before I could react, the door squealed open. The squeal was as loud as 30000000000dB. It messed with my eardrums.

Next thing I heard? "Oh my God." Before hearing the door squealed close. I frowned. I knew that voice. The f**k I did! I began pulling myself off the ground despite being in the worst kind of pain. I managed to leave the curled up position, using the bed as a boost. The door pushed an inch apart, but I didn't bother to look. I was battling with standing on my feet.

I could hear her shallow breathing, the rush of blood in her arteries. The dun lup, dun lup her heart gave out. I heard all these things and they further put a strain on my already hypersensitive brain.

"What...oh my God." She rushed to me wrapping her arms around my back. Her touch sent shock waves to me. I groaned. No. Not now. Not now, no! But I couldn't voice out my protest. All thanks to my sore throat.

With her arms still wrapped around me, she tried pushing me to the bed. Her chest was pressed on my back and I could feel her breasts. The soft feel they possessed. She grunted as she pushed with all her might, and weirdly enough(as if my day wasn't already bad), my member began to bob. F**k. Why did she have to sound...s****1. Why, why, why?

I couldn't take it anymore. If I wasted anymore second, I was gonna do something crazy. Something I knew I'd regret for the rest of my miserable life. And so, I did what I could do.

With the reminder of the strength in me, I turned, making her stumble. She fell on flat her butt. Her face ashen, eyes wild open. I averted my gaze from her eyes. They were too...too tempting and I didn't want to fall.

I growled, making her gasp. I tried bringing out the words, but each attempt resulted to an ache.

"What's going on?" Her voice had the feeling of urgency in it. She crawled close to where I was curled up.

I shut my eyes, as her overwhelming scent got to my nose. Frangipani. That was it! She had to go.

I opened my eyes and when I did, I saw her being uncomfortably close to me. Her brow furrowed. I didn't mind that.

I growled at her. I channelled the hot volcanic party that was going on in my stomach to growl. Without thinking, I pounced on her, pulling her by hair. She screamed, but none of that fazed me. With my hand still on her hair, I dragged her to the door and shoved her outside, banging the door close when I'd done that.

I fell to the ground, just as my body began to get stiff.

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==Olivia==

I picked myself up from the floor and began sprinting to God knew where. Everywhere was still dark, so I wasn't really winning in this war. I didnt dare look back. I didn't want to meet... the monstrosity I'd earlier seen.

My chest heaved, its tempo rising by the minute. Then, I bumped into a wall, hurting my shoulder in the process. A grunt came out from me.

F**k. I didn't know my way out. F**k, Olivia. F**k. I slapped myself. Why be this curious? What in the weirdest f**k was up with me? I was stranded. F**k.

I leaned on the wall, slipping all the way down to the ground. Pulling my legs up, I buried my face in between them. Now I could boldly say that Matteo was a monster. And this place, this sick place was haunted. God, nobody had ever given me this scare. Not even the slasher movies I watched with Leah.

My mind went back to what had transpired a while ago. I'd traced the groan to Matteo's bedroom, without even knowing. As I curled my fingers around the door knob about to get inside, I was expecting to see someone deeply hurt or something. Not a completely nude Matteo. My gaze had fallen on his butt cheeks before picking his...

No. I couldn't say that. I refused to conjure up those images. I'd thought something was terribly wrong with him. His groans said it all. And being the love-struck softie I was, I'd rushed to him, wanting to get him to bed even with his enormous size. Now, what did I get in return. Assault.

My chest heaved faster. Much more intense now. The anger in me only made me more determined to get out of this place. Swear to God, I was gonna have Matteo jailed.

I rose, frantically wiping tears from my eyes. Time to take hold of your life. Matteo's groan rose; my resolve took form again.