Bonded to My Ex's Alpha Brother (by CalebWhite) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

He yanked me closer, close enough that I could feel his hot breath battering my face. His other hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t forget, I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want.” His thumb pressed painfully into the soft spot beneath my jaw. “Don’t make me take you right here.”

My heart was beating so violently I thought it might burst. I could feel my pulse point in my neck throbbing beneath his fingers. Despite my fear, I refused to look away.

I stumbled down the mountain path, fleeing the restaurant, fleeing Derek, fleeing everything. My bare feet slapped against the rough ground, rocks cutting into my soles, but I barely felt the pain. My custom silver–blue dress caught on branches and thorns, tearing in several places.

Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. I wiped them away roughly, smearing dirt across my cheeks. My carefully styled hair had completely come undone, hairpins lost somewhere along the way, leaving my hair to tangle wildly

around my shoulders.

“Careful,” I muttered to myself, turning sideways to avoid a fallen branch. My breathing had become heavy pants that

burned my lungs. A stitch formed in my side, but I pressed on.

The low rumble of an engine broke the night’s silence. A Jaguar sedan, with silver trim, sped along the path, headlights cutting into the darkness like the eyes of a beast. The door was flung open, and Derek’s tall figure emerged from the

shadows.

“Erin Blackwood, get in the car. Now.” His voice was like an ice–cold knife.

I bit my lip, my voice trembling with anger. “Go away! I’m not anyone’s property, and certainly not your toy to play with as you please!”

A cold smile spread across Derek’s face, his voice dropping even lower. “Forget about those insignificant boys from your past. From tonight on, you’ll only remember my touch, my scent.”

He moved with predatory grace, strong arms encircling my slender waist, forcefully pulling me against his chest. My back pressed firmly against the front of his suit.

His lips nearly touched my earlobe, his voice dangerous and low. “Look around you, little wolf. We’re at least twenty miles from Darkwood territory. No cars will pass by at this hour. If other packs catch your scent, with my essence on you, they would tear you to pieces without hesitation. Isn’t riding in my car safer than that possibility?”

Despite my full–body trembling, my voice remained defiant. “I’d rather take my chances than go anywhere with you.”

Derek wrapped one arm around my waist, effortlessly lifting me as if I weighed nothing, placing me in the r before slamming the door, sealing out the night’s chill.

He leaned toward me, long fingers grasping the seatbelt, close to my cheek. “Don’t make me tie you down.”

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His voice was so low it was almost a growl. “If I wanted to, I could claim you right here, right now… Don’t force me to do something you’ll regret for the rest of your life. Right now, I only want to get you home safely. Drop your meaningless resistance so I can concentrate on driving.”

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Chapter 152

Suffocating silence filled the car, broken only by the low rumble of the engine and the sound of tires crushing gravel. I curled up against the window, tears silently rolling down my cheeks as I stared blankly at the dark forest outside.

Moonlight cast dappled shadows on the wrought–iron gates of the traditional Blackwood family residence. Derek turned to me, the cold light in his eyes softening slightly.

“It’s not too late to change your mind. Will you come back with me?”

My voice was hoarse but firm. “Never.”

Derek chuckled lightly. “You didn’t speak a word the entire journey, nor did you try to escape. I thought you had accepted reality.”

I looked directly into his eyes. “Even if the moon falls and the stars go out, I will never yield.”

Derek elegantly removed his expensive midnight–blue suit jacket, gently draping it over my trembling shoulders. His fingers deliberately brushed against the side of my neck. “Your mother will notice the marks on your neck. Cover them

well.”

I instinctively tightened the collar of the jacket, acutely aware that he was protecting me from my mother’s questioning. Yet, at the same time, shame washed over me–even in this situation, something deep in my soul still longed for our

connection.

Watching Derek’s taillights disappear in the distance, I didn’t push open the door to my home. Instead, I turned toward the depths of the Darkwood Forest, right at the edge of our territory. My silver–blue dress shimmered in the moonlight, like ripples on water.

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