Chapter 6 #2
His scent of dark cedar with the warmest citrus notes clung to me, and my eyes flew open as I felt the solid wall of Alpha Damien’s chest pressed against me, his other hand going beneath my knees.
My fingers instinctively clutched the lapel of his tailored suit jacket, my heart racing in my chest as I processed how little space lay between us.
I tilted my head back to glance up at Alpha Damien, only to find him already staring at me.
My belly flopped at the intensity of his gaze that tracked from the arch of my brow to the corner of my lips.
Alpha Damien let go of me suddenly without any warning, and I stumbled, almost falling to the ground.
I blinked, dazed, heat rushing to my cheeks.
“ I’m sorry, Mr Blackwell,” I said quickly, flushed with embarrassment as I steadied myself. “I didn’t mean…I’m just a little under the weather today.”
Alpha Damien’s jaw clenched, and the air between us thickened with a feeling so intangible yet so pervasive that it sent a ripple of heat down my spine. I ignored it, cleared my throat, and extended the file I held to him.
“I’ve made the amendments you requested.”
Alpha Damien took it without a word, and our fingers brushed. I sucked in a breath at the static current that pulsed through me at the contact, and I immediately pulled my hand away, unable to comprehend how just a graze of his touch set me alight when I could barely stand the man.
Alpha Damien didn’t seem to notice as he flipped through the file, his thick eyebrows drawing together.
“It’s…” Alpha Damien paused for too long.
Goddess, was he going to reject this pitch again?
Alpha Damien closed the file and raised his eyes to me.
“You’ll be assisting Wendy with the planning for the anniversary gala,” he said finally.
I didn’t move an inch.
“And my pitch?”
He gave me an unreadable look that almost seemed…annoyed.
“Your pitch is amenable. I suppose you’ll be keeping your job for now, Miss Caine.”
It almost sounded like a threat.
Jerk.
It was only natural that after a threat like that, Alpha Damien would be in my dreams that night. I knew that I’d regret it the coming morning, the way I did every erotic fantasy that starred him front and center in my mind. But none of that mattered in my dreams.
His large, ripped body cradled mine, his skin hot, little beads of sweat forming, as our bodies rubbed and glided against each other, his lips conquering mine. I lost myself. Goosebumps broke out across my skin, my senses tingling, blood heating, and my nipples beading and aching for him.
“Raven,” Alpha Damien growled as he lifted me onto his desk, clearing it with a sweep of his arm, his voice, deep and rough, curled around my name like a promise. My mind short-circuited. I panted desperately against his skin as his fingers pushed up my dress. Beep.
He tore my panties off in one smooth movement, his fingers finding me slick with arousal. Beep.
Alpha Damien let out an almost pained grunt.
“Raven,” he whispered my name as though it was a prayer. Beep.
I licked my lips, tasting him on me as I spread my legs wider, raising my hips, silently urging him further and—
The continuous shrill sounds of beeping grew louder, and the harder I tried to hold on to the dream, the faster it fell apart.
His fingers curled inside me.
“Raven—”
I woke up, drenched and shaky with need, his name on my lips.
My phone was going off loudly in the background.
I let out a soft curse at myself for indulging in yet another dream about him, reaching out for my phone only for my heart to come to a stop as I struggled to process the notifications that were popping up on my screen.
The packs I’d reached out to for help had finally reached back to me. All of them. Simultaneously. My heart sank to my stomach once I noticed that, and opening the messages only confirmed what I’d suspected. The messages all read similarly. They wouldn’t risk falling out with my uncle to help me.
None of them would support my claim. Elder Dawson and Ivy had gotten to them first. But it wasn’t just the packs that had contacted me. I had an email from the clinic as well.
Miss Caine, this is Dr. Warner’s office.
We are writing to remind you that the window for a safe and non-complicated termination procedure is closing.
If you still intend to proceed, please schedule your appointment for next week within the next 72 hours. Delay beyond this period may pose serious health risks and reduce your available options.
Please contact the clinic as soon as possible.
My hands trembled, and my phone fell from my grasp. I’d been putting off the procedure for weeks. But time had run out. I had to face reality. I had no allies. If Ivy and Elder Dawson had really gotten to the neutral packs, it was only a matter of time before they found me.
Even if they didn’t, I couldn’t hide the pregnancy at work much longer. I would soon start to show. And my dreams of Alpha Damien were only just dreams. There was nothing there, and I had no intention of using a child to change that. My fingers shook as I picked up the phone.
“I…” My voice trembled, and a tear slid down my cheek. “I’d like to schedule an appointment.”