Chapter 134: Chapter 134

Deangelo.

I still couldn't shake off the stagnant, unsettling feeling in my chest. The doctor had just left after giving me a clean bill of health. It should have been a relief, but instead, I felt a sense of unease creeping over me. My alpha genes ensured that my body healed rapidly, leaving me with no valid excuse to postpone the wedding any longer. I felt trapped, bound by societal expectations and the promises I had made.

The idea of marrying Sofia, even though she had been a close friend of my late wife Jules, weighed heavily on my conscience. Jules had loved Sofia like a sister and believed she would be the perfect companion for me after her passing. At first, I embraced that sentiment, hoping that Sofia's presence would bring comfort and a sense of continuity to my life. But as the wedding day approached, doubts began to gnaw at my soul. Was I doing this for the right reasons? Was I truly ready to move on and commit myself to someone new? The truth was, I felt torn between my loyalty to Jules and the unsettling realization that my heart may not be fully aligned with Sofia.

I longed for an excuse, a valid reason to delay the wedding and buy more time to sort through my conflicted emotions. But my alpha genes, with their quick healing powers, robbed me of that opportunity. I silently cursed them, resenting the fact that I had no physical ailment to justify a postponement. I had no choice but to fulfill the expectations placed upon me and honor Jules' memory by moving forward with Sofia.

Deep down, I knew it was unfair to Sofia. She was excited about our upcoming marriage, eagerly making preparations and dreaming of our life together. Yet, I couldn't ignore the truth that my heart wasn't fully invested in this union. I felt guilty at the thought of betraying her trust and commitment.

As we sat around the dinner table, relieved by the doctor's reassuring words, I noticed a change in Mia's behavior. She seemed quieter than usual, and I made a mental note to talk to her later, to make sure she didn't feel any unnecessary guilt about the accident. But my attention quickly shifted to Elena, who was sitting across from me, looking stunning in her red dress. Something about her appearance was different that night, perhaps a new hairstyle that highlighted her beauty even more.

Even Sofia, who was usually engrossed in wedding preparations, couldn't help but ask Elena if she had plans for the evening. I found myself leaning in, almost instinctively, eager to hear her answer. Why was I so curious about her plans? It was as if I were a child eagerly awaiting exciting news. I scolded myself internally for such foolishness. After all, Elena was just the nanny for our children, a valued member of our household, and nothing more.

My heart sank when Elena confirmed that she did have plans later that night. Why did it bother me? Was it a twinge of jealousy or an unwarranted attachment forming between us? I tried to dismiss these thoughts and focus on eating my dinner, pretending that I was unaffected. Yet, I couldn't help stealing glances at Elena throughout the meal.

There was something about Elena that intrigued me, something beyond her outward beauty that captivated my attention. Her eyes, although they sparkled with a certain brightness, also held a hint of sadness and a touch of haunting memories. I couldn't help but wonder what troubled her. What lay beneath that radiant smile and those captivating eyes? I wished I had the courage to ask her directly, to let her know that I was there to listen and offer support if she needed it.

However, I knew I had to tread carefully. Sofia, my soon-to-be wife, sat beside me, unaware of the inner turmoil I was experiencing. She was immersed in her own world of wedding preparations, blissfully unaware of the thoughts that consumed me. I had made a promise to marry her, to be her partner in life, and I couldn't allow these unexplained feelings for Elena to jeopardize that commitment. I had to remain steadfast and loyal to Sofia, regardless of the emotions swirling within me.

As the meal drew to a close, I found myself longing to delve deeper into Elena's struggles, to offer comfort and understanding if she needed it. However, I pushed those thoughts aside and bid everyone a polite goodnight. Seeking solace in the solitude of my study, I couldn't help but let my mind wander back to Elena, contemplating the demons she might be battling in her own private moments.

The connection I felt with Elena was undeniable, an inexplicable force that drew me towards her. Yet, I had to bury those feelings deep within me and honor my commitment to Sofia. I had made a promise, and I couldn't allow myself to waver, no matter the temptations that lurked beneath the surface.

Elena.

My hands were tied, metaphorically and literally. I had no choice but to obey my father's orders, knowing the consequences of defying him. His madness and unpredictability were well-known to me, and I couldn't afford to underestimate him. After dinner, I busied myself with putting away the dishes, trying to distract myself from the suffocating fear that gripped my heart.

Suddenly, Alessandro approached me and even though I had seen the pain and rage in his eyes countless times before and even at this moment, he still managed to send chills down my spine. His mere presence was a constant reminder of the danger that surrounded me. He asked what game I was playing, his voice laced with suspicion.

Confused by his accusation, I looked at him, searching for answers. "I don't understand what you mean," I replied, my voice trembling slightly. Alessandro's words only served to increase my anxiety, as I realized he had been observing me closely.

"You should tread carefully around my son," he warned, his voice dripping with disdain. His gaze bore into mine, making me feel small and vulnerable. The weight of his words sank deep into my soul, amplifying the turmoil that already existed within me.

But I couldn't help myself. The anger and frustration welled up inside me, pushing me to challenge him. "Do you hate me so much that you would allow your own son to marry someone like Sofia?" I asked, my voice filled with a mixture of sadness and defiance. I couldn't fathom why he would willingly subject Deangelo to a self-absorbed and narcissistic woman like Sofia.

Alessandro smirked, his eyes filled with a cold indifference. "Yes, I hate you that much," he replied, his words like a venomous arrow aimed directly at my heart. It was a painful confirmation of the depths of his animosity towards me.

As he turned to leave, his presence lingered in the air, leaving behind a suffocating silence. I was left alone with my thoughts, grappling with the harsh reality that I was entangled in a web of hatred and manipulation, with no clear way out. I took a deep breath, wiping away the traces of tears that had threatened to betray my emotions. Tonight, I couldn't afford to be vulnerable. I had a role to play, and it required me to be seductive and irresistible. Gathering my strength, I pushed aside my feelings and focused on the task at hand.

Earlier, I had made arrangements with Camila to divert Sofia's attention for the rest of the evening. With that in place, I knew I had a window of opportunity. I waited patiently, giving Deangelo some time before making my move. Sneaking up on an alpha like him was impossible; he was too aware of his surroundings. So, I decided not to rely on stealth.

As soon as I entered the room, my heart raced, uncertain of what lay ahead. I greeted him with a soft smile, hoping to ease any tension that might exist between us. His surprise at my presence was evident in his eyes, as if he hadn't expected me to seek him out.

"Hello, alpha," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I thought I'd come to see you."

He looked at me, a mix of curiosity and confusion dancing in his gaze. I could see the flicker of recognition in his eyes, a glimmer of something deeper. It was in those moments when he kissed me, when he reacted to me, that I knew a part of him still remembered. It was that shred of hope that fueled my determination. "Why are you here? Why do you seem to me like you have some plans?" he asked, his voice tinged with genuine surprise.

"I don't have any plans," I continued, my voice soft yet resolute. "You are my plans."

His surprise deepened, his eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to comprehend my words. It was a bold move, confessing my intentions so directly, but I couldn't hide my feelings any longer. I needed to be honest with both myself and him. Without hesitation, I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips against his. The familiar taste and warmth sent a rush of emotions coursing through my veins. In that moment, I allowed myself to forget about the demons that plagued my mind. I shut the door of reason, surrendering to the overwhelming tide of passion and desire that consumed us both.

As our kisses deepened and our bodies intertwined, I couldn't help but be consumed by conflicting emotions. Guilt lingered at the periphery of my thoughts, reminding me of the consequences of our actions. But tonight, I pushed it aside, allowing myself to be consumed by the intensity of the present. The kiss became more intense until we were both out of breath and panting for air. Our eyes remained locked in a heated stare, taking in each other's expressions and body language.

His face flushed with excitement, his eyes alight with curiosity and desire. My cheeks burned from exertion, my heart pounding at an increased pace from anticipation. The butterflies stirred within me, causing the sensation to increase tenfold. With every beat, the butterflies fluttered even harder, and my breathing grew shallower as they made their way from my lungs into my chest. My entire body felt on fire, and yet there wasn't a single part of me that didn't feel alive.

In one swift motion, I lifted my arm, placing my fingers on his pulse point. The steady thrum resonated throughout my body and seemed to resonate deep within my soul. With each heartbeat, my own sped up with anticipation. We stood still in the middle of the room, not a word uttered as our bodies moved in sync with one another. Our breaths mingled together in the small space we shared, creating a symphony of pleasure.

My lips brushed across his, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. His lips parted slightly, giving my tongue access, which only served to intensify the heat rising through my core. As soon as I could no longer contain my desire, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. He reciprocated my gesture, his hands roaming up and down my back as if I was the most precious treasure. A smile tugged at my mouth as I ran my fingers through the soft brown locks of his hair. I never wanted the evening to end.

Before I knew it, we were soon both naked, tangled tightly together. My hands roamed along his muscular shoulders, feeling the hard ridges that defined them. He reached down to cup my ass, pulling me flush against his hips. As he buried his nose in the crook of my neck, I moaned in delight. With each passing second, my need grew greater. His scent was intoxicating, and I couldn't stop my legs from trembling. If we continued this much longer...

I bit my lip as he began to nip, sucking gently on my skin. My body went numb all over again as waves of pleasure rippled through me. "You're killing me here," I whispered, closing my eyes, relishing in the sensation. "Please, don't stop." I gasped when he bit down a little more firmly, almost tearing the tender flesh. "Ouch!"

He chuckled deeply, his voice sounding husky and sexy. "You want me to stop?" I shook my head and then I spoke confidently, "I want you in me. I want you so bad, do it now."

It took him a moment before he replied, his tone hesitant. "Are you sure? There are a lot of things I want to do to you. Things that will make your toes curl..." His tone hardened, and I felt the vibrations of his growl through his body. "Just do it!" I urged, my hands moving under his shirt to touch his bare chest, running circles around his pecs. As soon as his muscles flexed beneath my fingers, I realized how aroused he really was, and my body ached with an eagerness, soon, I felt his dick sliding into me.

He pulled away just enough to allow me to breathe before plunging completely inside.

With a gasp, I arched up into him, moaning loudly as the tip of his cock filled me completely. As the tip nudged against my entrance, I shuddered, wanting nothing more than for this moment to never end. My hands clenched in the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him for dear life. I felt like I was going to explode. I was so close, so close to coming undone. I had to have him. Now.

"Come on, baby," he said, his voice low and rough. "Let go. Let yourself come."

I nodded vigorously, and he thrust faster into me, sending tremors of pleasure through me. As I let loose a loud groan, his hands slid underneath the waistband of my underwear, cupping my ass roughly and thrusting deeper into me. His name rolled off my tongue in a pleasured moan as he picked up the pace. "God, yes, take me, please." I tightened around him, clutching him in a tight embrace as my orgasm washed over me. I clutched at his shoulders with such force, I left imprints on his skin. I screamed and trembled, letting him have his way with me. It felt incredible. So fucking amazing.

When I finally calmed down and managed to catch my breath, my vision was blurred as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. He got off me only to sleep beside me, and we stared into each other's eyes. Neither of us moved, afraid that anything else might interrupt this perfect moment.

For once, everything was right in the world, I however mustered the courage to broach the subject that weighed heavily on my heart. I turned to face Deangelo, my voice trembling with vulnerability. "Do you feel guilty?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're supposed to be marrying Sofia..."

His response hit me like a punch to the gut. "I can't marry Sofia," he admitted, his voice filled with a mixture of confusion and determination. "I think... I may be in love with you."

His words pierced through me, evoking a storm of emotions. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I turned away, desperately trying to hide my turmoil. Here I was, leading the man I loved down a treacherous path, unsure of what lay ahead. Unable to bear the weight of the moment, I mustered all my strength and began dressing hastily. I needed to regain my composure, to collect my thoughts before we ventured into the unknown.

"Meet me at this address," I finally managed to say, my voice choked with unshed tears as I handed him a little piece of paper, in it was the same address that father had given me. "I'll tell you everything there."

Deangelo agreed, his voice filled with a mixture of love and concern. As he professed his feelings for me once more, I felt a bittersweet ache in my heart. The weight of our love pressed upon me, and I knew I had to leave before my resolve crumbled completely.

Gathering my clothes, I hurried away, barely able to contain the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. It was a painful retreat, but I had to distance myself, at least for now. The road ahead was fraught with danger, and I couldn't bear the thought of leading him further into the darkness without a plan.