Bonded to My Ex's Alpha Brother (by CalebWhite) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Erin’s POV

With each step up the stairs, I became increasingly aware of who I was–an Omega about to enter the Pack Alpha’s most private space.

Several closed doors lined the hallway. I gently pushed open the first one, discovering a luxurious guest bedroom. The second revealed a study, its walls adorned with medals and decorations that spoke of power. Finally, I stood before the black door at the end of the hallway, took a deep breath, and knocked softly.

No response.

I knocked again, slightly harder. Still silence.

After a moment’s hesitation, I carefully turned the handle–the door wasn’t locked.

Derek’s bedroom was more minimalist than I had imagined, but every item revealed exquisite taste and extraordinary wealth. The massive bed was predominantly black, with curtains half–drawn to block the morning light, leaving the room bathed in a twilight ambiance.

I held my breath at the sight on the bed–Derek lying face down, his broad back completely exposed, only his lower body covered by a deep gray silk sheet. My wolf immediately became restless, longing to be closer to this powerful Alpha.

My heart nearly burst from my chest, unable to look away from the perfect muscle definition of Derek’s back. This was the first time I’d seen him so unguarded, completely different from the cold, stern Pack Alpha he portrayed daily.

I quietly moved around to the other side of the bed, wanting to see his sleeping face, only to have my breath stolen by the sight–sleeping Derek’s features were relaxed, less sharp, showing an unexpected vulnerability.

I noticed a long scar on his left arm and found myself wanting to reach out and touch it, to learn the story behind that mark. His handsome profile drew me in, especially when I noticed a small black mole at his throat, the tiny imperfection somehow adding to his appeal.

My gaze was drawn to his dark hair falling messily across his forehead, and I unconsciously reached out to brush it away.

Just as my fingertips were about to touch his forehead, Derek’s hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. I gasped in surprise, the sound caught in my throat.

His eyes snapped open, gray irises immediately flashing with dangerous gold. He suddenly turned, one large hand still locking my wrist, his other arm encircling my waist and abruptly pulling me toward him. I lost my balance, falling onto his bare chest, my palm meeting burning hot skin and hard muscle.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice deeper and rougher from sleep, his breath warming my face.

“I–I was just… I…” my throat constricted as I felt every abdominal muscle pressing against me through my thin dress.

His arm tightened around my waist, his large hand splayed against my lower back, pressing me more firmly against him. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, strong and steady compared to my irregular pulse. His thumb drew small circles on my back, the motion seemingly unconscious.

“What exactly are you doing?” his voice dropped lower, his eyes looking directly into mine, giving me no chance to look

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Chapter 133

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My legs were trapped against the edge of the bed, caught between the mattress and Derek’s body. His skin against mine was impossibly hot, and I could smell his natural scent–not cologne, but pure Derek, more potent and masculine after night’s sleep. My face burned with embarrassment, but I couldn’t ignore how my body responded to his proximity.

“Alpha, this is a misunderstanding,” I said breathlessly, too aware of how my chest pressed against his with each breath. “I was just coming to wake you, as you requested… to pick you up at seven…”

Derek raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. His gaze deliberately swept down to where our bodies connected, then back to my face. “By staring at me while I sleep and then touching my face?”