Reclaiming my Fated Alpha novel Chapter 2

LAUREL’s POV

“Please, Helios,” I plead.

At the sound of my voice, Helios blinks a little. He frowns, seemingly confused. Then he stares at me with his crimson red eyes and for a moment, a flicker of recognition crosses his face. I seize the moment to try and pull him back to his true self.

“It's me, Laurel. Helios, I'm here. You can fight this…” Trembling, I reach out a hand and touch his beautiful face. A tear trickles down my face as I do so. Why does he have to suffer like this?

He cocks his head like a predator studying his prey and for the longest time, we stay like that. Him on top of me, effectively pinning both my hands above my head as he studies my face.

The moonbeam lands on him, casting a shadow on one side of his face, seemingly turning him into Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

“Please…” I call out once more, desperately hoping and praying that he can conquer the darkness within him.

But Helios suddenly leans in, his face dangerously close to mine. I gasp at our proximity and tense up as he tucks his nose in my hair and inhales deeply even as his free hand slides to my jaw, barely brushing my lips, and tilts my head up so that my neck becomes exposed to him. His hot breath fans the exposed skin on my neck and his thumb strokes my skin, igniting a blazing fire in the pits of my stomach and his lips sensually move down my neck. His lips feel feathery light and it sends a tingling sensation all over my body so much so I do not know whether I want him to stop or not.

But he has to. This is not right. He has to stop. He has to win this fight against himself.

“Laurel, I'm fighting it…” he whispers and I see the colour of his irises change. Helios, he is regaining control over his inner beast! My heart soars at this and a ghost of a smile appears on my lips.

But an owl suddenly hoots from outside the window and Helios lets out an agonizing scream.

He arches back away from me and grabs his own head, grunting in pain. The tsunami of pain in his head is getting out of control.

An ear-piercing howl echoes throughout the room and without another word, he roughly grabs my wrist, brings it to his lips, and sinks his teeth into my skin. Blood trickles down my hand and Helios starts sucking on my wrist at a feverish pace.

Oh, the pain. I have to bite my lips to stop myself from screaming out. He moans as he continues to draw blood and all I can do is let him satisfy himself.

In his thirst for blood, he has sucked too much from me and I start to fleet in and out of consciousness.

A part of me wishes he would stop, and yet another part of me is glad to know this is the only way. He needs to feed to satisfy his bloodlust and only my blood can pacify him.

My vision tunnels and the world around me starts to dim but just as the last of my consciousness ebbs away, I hear Helios call my name, “Laurel.”

He pulls me up into his arms, embracing me. “I'm sorry,” he says softly and I shake my head.

“This is the very least I can do for you.” I manage a weak smile. He pulls me up from the ground and checks my wound.

Quickly I withdraw my hand away. “My healing factor will kick in soon,” I say, not wanting him to see the scars and bite marks he left from his previous attacks.

He refuses to let go of my hand and stares at me in a way that I don’t understand. “I’ll never forget what you did for me” he begins, his eyes softening with a rare gentleness that often eludes him. He opens his mouth to say something else but his words are cut off by a sudden knock on the door.

“Helios! It's me, Nox. Open the door!”

Shit.

Our gazes meet and Helios immediately drops my hand. Helios’ psychotic uncle, Nox Morningstar is here.

There is not a minute to lose. Quickly, Helios stands up and I follow suit. He goes to his bed and begins to disrobe.

He turns around to face the open window and as the robe pools to the ground, I find my eyes lingering on his body. As much as I hate it, I understand why women throw themselves at him.

At six feet two, he has a face that can melt even the Antarctic and a beautiful carved-out body that would make any hot-blooded woman swoon. He has a back sculpted like a Greek god's and I feel my cheeks grow hot when my eyes land on the v-line of his tight hot ass.

There should be a law against hot men wearing clothes, it’s a disgrace to have to cover up nature’s wonder. They should be allowed to strut around naked, talk with one another naked, dance with each other naked…

Shit…what am I doing? Me and my damn hormones! I immediately avert my eyes, stopping right before I go overboard.