Rejected You Alpha, for A Beast
Chapter 36

JESSICA’S POV

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Laying breathless next to the love of my life will forever be miraculous. To be able to feel the warmth radiating off him, the subtle waves of calm and chaos mixed in the crisp air between us…it’s something indescribable.

Nathaniel lets out a deep sigh as he stands up and my head rolls to the side, my eyes trailing over his back muscles as he sits on the edge of the bed, stretching his arms above his head.

His shoulders sink as he lets his arms down and he stands, grabbing his boxers and then his trousers.

I frown and prop myself up onto my elbows, my raven hair falling down my neck into the space between my upper back and pillows. “Where are you going?” I pout.

He couldn’t possibly be leaving again? Could he?

“I have to go back.” The light snort he gives sounds like he doesn’t want to, but there he is, getting dressed.

“But you just got home.” I pout, hoping that I could convince him to stay.

He slowly turns as he buttons his shirt, “Just because you asked so nicely, I slipped out.” He grins and my eyes land on the crimson stain on the collar of his pure white shirt.

“Nathaniel, there’s b***d on your shirt.” I sit up, unconsciously holding the duvet to cover my breasts.

He tries to glance down at it, his jaw pressing against his chest.

“It’s fine.” He puts his blazer and tie on, covering it.

“Put on another shirt.” I frown, “No, I don’t want to ruin another.” He shrugs.

I stare at him agape, unable to fathom why he would ruin another. “I don’t understand.” My head lightly shakes from left to right. “And that is okay, you don’t have to, not right now anyway.” His smile is mischievous.

My lips part to confront him, but the thought of getting Louis in trouble makes me stop and press my lips into a thin line.

Nathaniel rounds the bed to my side, leaning down and his hand cups my cheek, his long fingers brushing through my hair as he presses a k**s to my temple. “I’ll be home soon.” He mutters against my forehead before pulling away and the overwhelming feeling of betrayal makes my heart sink into my stomach as he leaves.

He says all these things about trust, about how I should trust him like he trusts me, but he’s secretive and he doesn’t answer me with straight facts.

I sit on the bed, tears resting on the rim of my eyes and I reach for my phone, dialing tje number I have comfortably called over the years when I’m upset like a disease.

“Hello?” Nick’s voice fills my ear and I just freeze when I realize how wrong I am right now.

I shouldn’t be calling him…I shouldn’t have thought of calling him.

“Jess?” He calls out to me and I slightly pull the phone away from my ear as a tear slides down my cheek. I should end the call.

End the call Jess…

“Hello?” He sounds lost and I sigh, “Sorry…” I inhale a deep breath, “Is my…do you still have my things?” I ask with a fake smile on my face as if he could see me.

“I do.” Nick sounds uncertain and I don’t doubt that Tiffany had already tried to get rid of it all.

“Can you send it over perhaps?” I gulp, “Sure, first thing in the morning.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Thanks.” I croak, “Are you crying?” He asks and I hesitate to answer. “No, just tired.” I lie.

I shouldn’t share my feelings about my relationship, especially not with an ex.

“Oh, get some rest.” He mutters and I thank him before he ends the call.

I sit staring down at the phone when a knock interrupts my thoughts.

“Yes?” I ask unsurely, “I have your food!” Louis yells as if I won’t hear him talk normally.

I hurriedly put on a robe before opening the door and he stands there with a paper bag.

“Here you go.” He holds it out to me while his eyes study my messy hair and flushed cheeks.

“Thanks.” I force a smile, but it just falls again.

I close the door and eat on the bed, the fries tasting really salty and I stare at the beef burger in the polyester container, blowing out a shaky breath before I pick it up and take a bite, my eyes widening at how unexpectedly good it tastes.

“Oh my…” I g***n and devour the entire thing.