Sold To The Demon Alpha
Chapter 13

Roma’s POV

To say that I had been avoiding Aria after that conversation at the Lake was an understatement.

Immediately we had gotten to the pack and I had taken her to the healer, I’d asked Raphael to see to it that she was receiving the best treatment and began to actively avoid her. Not once since I killed my father had I ever wanted to talk about the incident with anyone. Aria Ajello had not spent a month in the pack and I had almost spilled my guts to her.

It had to be that soft innocent face of hers and those large bright eyes that seemed to hold me to ransom whenever she looked at me.

Because for all my attempts to make sure we never crossed paths, I monitored her movements. Without her knowledge of course.

I watched her when she thought no one was looking. It was how I knew that she carried that sketch pad around whenever she could. That she always wore a ribbon on her left hand and packed her long light brown curly hair into a ponytail whenever she wanted to work. That she hummed a tune whenever she wasn’t talking or asking questions, which she did a lot.

I didn’t know why I stalked her like she was a puzzle that needed to be solved. Perhaps it was because at the end of the day, she was human and the saying to keep your enemies closer?

Aria Ajello couldn’t even hurt an injured bird so that point was moot.

It could also be the damned mating bond that was tricking me into baring my soul to her.

Whatever it was, I needed to keep Aria at arm’s length. For my sanity and hers. It didn’t help that I also wanted to hold her against a wall and do unspeakable things to her.

In the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, I sometimes found myself wondering what she would sound like if I licked her throat or kissed her down there.

I wondered if she touched herself and what she thought about while she did it.

My jeans were already starting to feel tight just thinking about it and I slammed my palm on the table in self loathing just as there was a knock on the door to my study.

Clearing my throat, I answered and Salem entered, wearing a smile that aimed to please.

Salem was one of the strongest females in the pack. And while that was one of the most valuable traits to have as a werewolf in Shadow Plains, with the humans out to get us, the reason why Salem was useful to me was an entirely carnal one.

Salem was my on and off f**k buddy. With hair as red as rubies, green eyes that reminded me of the grass and a body that men would go to war for, it was easy to want her on your arm. Or her lips around your c**k.

But to me, the best thing about Salem was that she had no expectations of what we were. She understood what this thing was between us.

“Alpha. You sent for me?” She said, her voice sultry in a way that said she was used to getting men to do what she wanted.

A voice that was desperate to please.

But all I could think about when I looked at her was what chore Aria Ajello would be doing right now.

Was she in the kitchen?

Or was she in the laundry room?

How were her bruises?

Unlike werewolves who could heal fast, humans could not. And Aria happened to be one of the frailest humans I had come across.

Her skin was soft like silk.

I hadn’t realized that Salem had crossed my table to stand in front of me until her scent hit me.

“Is this a bad time? Should I return?” She asked with an innocent smile that was feigned. Salem was everything but an innocent woman. She wasn’t naive and definitely didn’t look at the world with childlike wonder like Aria did.

Enough. There was a reason why I had called Salem here.

And it was to help me forget about everything.

Forget about the humans.

Forget about the Beast.

Forget about her.

Salem must have seen the desperation in my gaze because she smiled and knelt between my legs, her hand gently palming my crotch through my jeans.

I hissed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling hard just the way I knew she liked it and she m****d, her n*****s straining against the flimsy excuse of a dress that she was wearing.

“I’ve missed you.” She m****d and I frowned.

“No talking.”

Dragging her to her feet, I slapped her a*s and pushed her against the table, no longer interested in having her mouth on me.

I needed to f**k. And if I didn’t do it now, there was no stopping where the l**t might take me to.

“Hands on the table.” I growled, loosening my belt and unbuttoning my jeans to free my c**k.

Reaching for my drawer, I ripped open a condom and swiftly rolled it onto my c**k.

It sprung up to slap my belly and when I reached beneath the dress to touch her, I realized that not only was she soaking wet but she was also not wearing panties.

My smile was sadistic as I spanked her a*s and slammed into her in one thrust, filling her up with my thick hard c**k.

“F**k.” She g*****d, lifting her a*s to meet my thrusts and I gripped a handful of her hair, pulling hard as I slammed into her over and over again, keeping a tight lid on my emotions because it would be a shame for the Beast to appear at a time like this.

It would be a real damn shame if what started as a need for release turned into a violent murder.

The thrusts became rougher and harder but I knew Salem. Knew that she could take it. And everything else that came with being my lover.

Covering her mouth with my palm, I rocked into her until I could feel her walls tighten around me and the o****m hit me almost at the same time.

I g*****d, closing my eyes and that was when I saw her face.

Aria’s. It was those big brown eyes that pushed me over the edge.

I could hear Salem panting beneath me and saying all sorts of gibberish as I pulled out of her but all I could think about was what Aria would sound like when she came.

What would it feel like to have her beneath me?

What would it feel like to hear her scream, not in fear but in pleasure and know that I was the cause of it.

“I’ll see you later?” Salem asked after pulling down her dress and running a hand through her hair and I nodded absentmindedly, not bothering to watch her leave.

It hadn’t worked. Aria Ajello was still haunting me without trying.

The goddess would be laughing at me right now.

As I moved to sit and sift through the huge pile of reports on my table, my phone rang and I saw that it was from Raphael.

“I’m listening.”

“We’ve got a problem. You’ll want to see this.”