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Piper may not romantically be my Alpha, but she’s my soulmate in one of the deepest senses I imagine people can be connected.
I’d deny it in the future, but my first thought was that he smells like home.
“What do you want me to do, wait on her hand and foot and treat her like a princess?” Kinda, yeah, because that’s what I want to do.
“You’re fine, mon sucre d’érable.” After he says it, it looks like Mikael wants to slap himself as he walks away and heads to his bedroom.
Anders basically looks like a Nordic prince, with a jawline so strong
could cut glass. His dirty blond hair is slightly messy, enough to grab a fist full of, but not enough to put into a hair tie.
He has dark hair that can be pushed behind his ears, honey brown eyes, and facial hair that is trimmed short to his jaw. Pretty much the quintessential bad boy look.
Yup, Charlotte, we’ve made the right choice. Even if I’m a princess for just a few weeks, it’s better than not being one at all.
I don’t know why I like it so much, but as I stare down at her, I’m in awe. She’s my fucking scent match.
I squeeze her hand back and grin. I keep the thought to myself, so I don’t scare the shit out of her, but there’s no way she’s going to be my friend. She’s going to be so much fucking more.
His veins pop and his forearms flex when he pops the tops of the bottles. That… that is what they mean when someone says the female gaze. Because that did more for me than any Alpha who knotted me at Mercy. What the fuck?
“Does it have to do with the way I’m feeling?” he asks, his voice soft. “How do you feel?” “Like I just met you, but you’re mine. Like my sole focus is to please you and make you comfortable. Like I’m craving fucking pancakes and maple syrup.”
“Tu la touches encore et je te casse les doigts, asshole.” Mikael shoves him one more time until
“This cunt belongs to me now, mon sucre d’érable. I’m going to make you feel so good. You’re going to be a good Omega and take what I give you.”
I want pancakes and maple syrup. I want sass and that tight Omega cunt she got me addicted to.
The only way I’m going to heal and move forward is to truly feel the weight of everything. I cry softly with all these thoughts raging in my mind.
What is it about fantasizing about the mean ones who are only nice to you? Yes, I have problems.
Remembering her won’t always bring me hurt, and it’s Anders who is helping me realize that.
“I couldn’t even eat pancakes with syrup because it made me think about eating your sweet, little cunt.”
“I think you fucked the negative thoughts out of me,” I say in between breaths. I watch as Eli and Anders undress like their clothes are on fire, and Eli is back on his knees between my legs. “Not yet, baby,” Eli says, gripping his cock and thrusting into me.
“That ass,” Piper whistles. “He could be your father.” “I would definitely call him daddy if he wanted.” I shove her, and she laughs. “What can I say? I’ve got a penchant for older men.”
