Dominant Alpha novel Chapter 13

I huffed out a sigh in relief when I saw that Christian was not coming after us. The look in his eyes had terrified me to death. I knew he was planning on killing me bit by bit. But I hoped my instinctive action had worked and pushed him away from me towards someone else who was ready to become his mate. I was not ready. I did not want to be his mate.

My gaze finally went to Elliot, who was silently driving the car beside me. His whole concentration was on the road. As we drove in silence for a while, I decided to break the awkwardness. It was now or never. I was so embarrassed right then but I could not stay silent my whole life. So I took a deep breath and started with a bit of hesitation,

"Uhh.. I am sorry Elliot for.... umm what I did.. I mean kissing you."

Elliot's gaze came to me but I did not stop and continued before he could get a chance to shower curses upon me, "I had a reason for what I did. I am serious about it. I am really sorry if it... I mean, if my kiss offended you."

I prepared myself for the bombard of bad words and curses and a lecture about self respect, but to my astonishment, Elliot stayed calm and replied,

"It is alright, Ava." Elliot said in an extremely gentle voice, "As your friend, I can understand what you did. There must be a reason, of course."

"Thank y..."

"But that was first and last time you did that." he said before winking at me jokingly, "Even I need to maintain a girlfriend standard, and you literally fall into my bro code group with that shabby hair on your head."

I chuckled at his reply and gave a huge sigh in relief. I did not know what I would have done if I had lost Elliot because of impulsive stupidity.

On the other hand, Elliot continued, "Though I could have accepted your apology more gladly if our kiss had lasted a little bit longer with more action." He said in a teasing tone while winking at me. I slapped his shoulder playfully.

After Elliot dropped me home, I had dinner at night and went to sleep. Since the time that I had reached home, I was not feeling well. After kissing Elliot, I had a strong urge to puke then and there but I controlled it by sucking deep breaths in my lungs.

While lying in my bed the thought crossed my mind that it was really strange that Christian had not come and strangled me to death for kissing Elliot. Maybe he did not want me now. Maybe he got the message loud and clear after my kiss to Elliot that I really did not want to be his mate, so he had probably dropped the idea of making me his mate and now he had already started searching for another mate.

That thought did not really please me. I felt a painful, gut wrenching twist in my stomach. I hated that thought. I did not have any feelings for Christian, then why was I feeling like someone had squeezed my throat? Like someone had twisted a knife in my heart and left me to die? What the fuck was wrong with me?

It was midnight when I felt someone else's presence near me. Someone was breathing on my neck heavily, like inhaling me, inhaling my scent. I shot up from the bed immediately and looked beside me frantically.

From the faint light of the moon coming through the window, I saw the face of my midnight monster.

Christian.

He was angry. Actually very very angry. After having just a flying glance at his face, I could tell that he was ready to kill anyone who crossed his path right then. I scrambled off my bed hastily in fear. The fear was choking me to death. His demeanor was scaring me to death. He was standing on the opposite side of my bed while I was searching for an escape but there was none.