Dominant Alpha novel Chapter 14

Christian's P.O.V (From 'When Ava kissed Elliot' til 'now')

After cornering her in the classroom, I was ready to pounce on Ava and give her a piece of my mind the minute she was in my grasp. Making her understand about my world and me, giving her a taste of it sweetly was not working for me at all. So I decided to wait for her by the gate of collage.

There was only so much I could take for the sake of her being a human. Right now, the only option left for me was to do the thing that I did the best. Threatening her may probably work. That is what I was planning to do so that she does not manage to slip through my fingers again. But then I saw Ava with that filthy douchebag Elliot.

Fucking. Again!

This situation with her was getting out of my hands. That motherfucker was every minute of the day with and around Ava since the day I had seen her.

I was about ready to head over and snatch Ava away from there while giving Elliot a very good lesson at how many feet he is going to stay away from Ava from this moment forward when I saw the thing that burned me alive and stabbed my heart to death.

I saw Ava grabbing the collar of Elliot's t shirt and slamming her lips on his.

WHAT THE FUCK?

She kissed him, PASSIONATELY. Her lips moved over his like she was starving and hungry and wanted to eat Elliot alive. Like she wanted to fuck Elliot right there in the parking spot while I was standing right in front of her eyes. Here I was going crazy to have her give me a little response, any reaction, any indication that she felt something for me. That she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I wanted to see her gasp in my mouth and devour her, I wanted to wrench out one fucking reaction for my kiss out of her and here she was kissing that filthy son of a bitch?

She gave him a kiss, full of tongue and lips and saliva. She kissed his lips and sucked his tongue. She kissed him like he was the only one she could see and the only one she ever wanted to kiss. She liked the kiss. She fucking loved to kiss that filthy bastard.

SHE GAVE HIM THE KISS WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE! IT WAS MY RIGHT TO BE KISSED BY HER. SHE IS FUCKING MY MATE HOW THE FUCKING HELL COULD SHE KISS HIM?

I was shaking so hard that I could have snapped anyone's throat right then and there. My wolf was scratching its cage to let him take the control. I was on fire. I saw red. And I knew whom I wanted to murder.