Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
LEVI
I arrive home, the faint sound of running water reaching my ears as I enter the house. A quick glance into the garage reveals the remnants of a fire in the trash can. My jaw tightens as I head upstairs, my heart pounding with the weight of the news I’ve recently learned—news that could threaten everything Sasha and I have built together.
The shower in the master bathroom is running, and I know she’s in there, trying to wash away her worries. But water won’t erase the fears that have plagued her since we learned about my Kismet omega. A fated mate I haven’t even met. My bond with Sasha is strong, but this new development has shaken her, and I can’t blame her for feeling insecure.
I grab a change of clothes from the bedroom, Sasha’s lime and coconut scent lingering in the room. I don’t want to intrude on her space right now—she needs time. So, I head to the other bathroom to shower, letting the hot water pound against my tense muscles as I struggle to sort out the chaos in my head.
Sasha is everything to me. We’ve been through so much together, and our bond, while new, is something I treasure deeply. But this omega… the moment I felt the pull, something primal and ancient surged within me. It’s an instinct I can’t ignore, a connection that feels like it’s written in the stars. And yet, Sasha is my chosen, my bonded, and the idea of hurting her kills me.
As I dry off and pull on a pair of sweats, I hear Sasha’s voice, low and urgent, coming from the bedroom. She’s on the phone with Nadia, her best friend, the one person who can usually help her make sense of things when I can’t. I lean against the doorway, watching her as she talks, her words too quiet for me to make out, but the tension in her body is clear. I know better than to interrupt. Nadia is who she needs right now.
I feel a pang of guilt in my chest, feeling the woman I love struggle with emotions that I’ve brought to the surface. Sasha is strong, fiercely independent, and proud, but she’s also vulnerable, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. And this—this situation I’ve dragged her into—is no ordinary challenge. It’s something that goes beyond our understanding, rooted in biology and fate, things neither of us can control.
Sasha hangs up the phone and turns, the weight of her conversation with Nadia reflecting back at me as I look in her eyes.
“Hey, Little Brat,” I say softly, my voice low and rough with the desire that always simmers just below the surface when I’m around her.
She looks at me, and my heart skips a beat. My cock stirs in my sweats at the sight of her sitting on the bed in those tiny shorts, her perfect ass barely covered. It’s a primal response, an automatic reaction to the woman who’s mine.
“Alpha,” she whispers, and the way she says it, with that hint of submission that drives me wild, makes my blood burn hotter.
I move to the bed, lying down beside her, my body positioning with hers like we were made to fit together. I reach out, rubbing the mark on my forearm, the one in the shape of her teeth. It’s a physical reminder of our bond, a bond she seems to be forgetting in her panic. If she’d just stop and let herself feel, she’d know that nothing has changed between us. My love for her is as strong as ever. But I’m sure she’s only focusing on my worry for the omega, the one I haven’t even met yet, but whose presence is already causing ripples in our lives.
I brush my fingers along her jaw, tracing the delicate curve of her neck, and I can feel the tension in her muscles, the way she’s holding herself rigid, trying to keep it together. A gasp escapes her lips, followed by a subtle moan, causing a grin to spread across my face.
“Finally feeling what I feel, huh?” I ask, my voice gentle, though there’s an edge of satisfaction in it. I want her to know that no matter what happens, she’s still the one who holds my heart.
Sasha nods, biting her bottom lip, and the sight of it makes my cock throb with need.
“I know it. I promise I do,” she says, her voice shaking a little. “It’s just… it’s just me being a whiny bitch.”
My heart aches for her, and I shake my head, cupping her cheek in my hand. “You’re not a whiny bitch, Little Brat. Your fears are valid, but it’s my job to ease them.” I lean in and press my lips to hers, a kiss that’s both tender and demanding, a reminder of everything we are to each other.
Her lips part beneath mine, and I deepen it, pouring all my love and reassurance into it, trying to drown out the insecurities that have taken root in her mind. I want her to feel how much I need her, how much I desire her, no matter what fate has in store for us.
“Want me to show you just how much you’re mine, Sassy Little Beta?” I murmur against her mouth, my hand sliding down to tweak her nipple through her tank top.
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice trembling.
I don’t waste any time. I pull her tank off, revealing her breasts, and dip my head to take one nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing until she’s moaning beneath me. My hand finds its way between her thighs, slipping under the waistband of her shorts to stroke her slick heat. She’s already wet, her body responding with a need as desperate as my own.
I slide her shorts down, tossing them aside. Her hands are on me in an instant, fingers hooking into the waistband of my sweats, tugging at them. I shift just enough to help her push them down, and they slide off with a rough yank.
Her eyes roam over me, dark with hunger. I kick off the sweats, then pull my boxers down in one smooth motion. Now we’re skin to skin and I feel her shiver beneath me.
I settle between her legs, my cock pressing against her entrance. She’s so beautiful. Her body flushed with arousal, her eyes dark with desire. I take a moment to just look at her, to appreciate the woman who has given me everything, who has stood by me even in the face of this new, uncertain future.
“Levi,” she whispers, her voice a plea, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I thrust into her, burying myself deep in her cunt. The sensation is so overwhelming it nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. She gasps, her back arching off the bed as I set a steady rhythm, reclaiming what’s mine, each thrust a reminder of the connection that goes beyond words.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper, and I can feel the bond between us strengthening with every movement. I lean down to kiss her again, swallowing her moans as I drive into her harder, faster, my need for her consuming me.
“You’re mine, Sasha,” I growl against her lips. “No one else can ever take your place.”
She whimpers, her hands gripping my shoulders as she meets my thrusts, her body trembling with the force of her approaching orgasm. I can feel her tightening around me, and I know she’s close, so close.
“Come for me, Little Brat,” I urge, a low command. “Let me feel you.”
With a cry, she shatters beneath me, her body convulsing as she finds her release, and the sight of her coming undone is enough to push me over the edge. I follow her into oblivion, my knot swelling as I spill inside her, claiming her once again, marking her as mine. Thank God this time I keep control of my urges and don’t knot her.
We lie there, tangled together, our bodies still connected, our breaths mingling in the aftermath of our shared pleasure. I stroke her hair, my heart bursting with love for this woman, this fierce, psychotic, beautiful woman who has given me everything.
“I love you, Sasha,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Nothing will ever change that.”
She looks up at me, her eyes soft and full of trust, and for the first time since this whole mess started, I see a glimmer of hope in them. “I love you too, Levi,” she murmurs, her voice steady. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
I hold her close. Whatever happens with the omega, whatever fate has in store for us, I know one thing for certain—Sasha is my heart, my home, and I’ll fight to protect what we have, no matter what.