The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm

Chapter 88: 088; A Sudden Attack

~ ROSELLE ~

I’m just realizing how stupid I was... I should have known this wasn’t the right time to bring up Ethan. Or maybe I should have said it in a milder way. Something that didn’t sound like, Hey, while you were away I was frolicking with your cousin... and he talked about having a big dick and fucking me better.

Ronan’s entire body has gone rigid, his grey eyes darkening with a mixture of shock and barely contained fury. I can feel the tension radiating off him, the way his jaw clenches so tightly it looks painful.

I bite my lip, regretting my bluntness immediately. I didn’t mean to make it sound so crude. I was just trying to be honest, to tell him the truth before it festered any longer. But now it feels like I’ve thrown a bomb into the middle of our fragile reconciliation.

"I don’t think he meant it..." I say quickly, trying to soften the blow. "He’s just trying to be Ethan..."

I watch his jaw clench and unclench, his eyes blinking slowly as his lashes flutter closed for a moment... and then open again.

"Do you feel any connection toward him?" he asks, his voice dangerously low.

I shake my head immediately. "No, I don’t... I felt a mate bond with Warren, but with him? I feel nothing."

Ronan’s expression hardens further. "I don’t want you going anywhere near Ethan. He’s a selfish, entitled prick who believes he must have everything I’ve got. He’s always been like that, greedy, manipulative, and completely psychotic when he doesn’t get what he wants. He slept with some of my other brides just to prove he could take what was mine. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. If he thinks you’re his mate, he won’t stop until he tries to claim you. And I won’t let that happen."

"So, what are you going to do? Send him away?" I ask quietly.

Ronan’s jaw tightens, his grey eyes darkening with barely contained rage. "No. Ethan coming back here is for a reason. He always has a plan wrapped up his sleeve — some twisted, deranged scheme he’s been cooking up in that sick mind of his. The only way I can monitor him is when he’s close, right here in this pack. Until I figure out whatever psychotic game he’s playing, he stays. I need to watch him. Closely."

I nod.

A few hours later, Ronan returns to work, leaving me alone to curl up with my book. I would’ve loved to spend the afternoon in the library, but after Ronan’s warning, I’m better off staying inside until everything settles down.

Besides, I still haven’t figured out what I want to do around the pack. I’ve been meaning to find a job, but with everything that’s been happening, I haven’t really given it much thought. And deep down, I know I won’t be able to work comfortably until the pack fully accepts me.

At least, that’s what Ronan said when I brought up the idea.

Maybe he’s right.

Still, I think it’s time I asked him about the private library. If I’m going to be spending more time indoors, I might as well have somewhere peaceful to escape to.

Lunch passes in a blur, with Celeste and me chatting about taking a trip into the city one of these days.

The thought alone fills me with excitement.

It’ll be our first proper girls’ day out together, and I can’t wait.

Ronan returns in the evening, and the moment he walks through the door, my pussy throbs sharply. The sudden ache catches me off guard, a deep, needy pulse that reminds me exactly how he felt inside me last night. My core clenches involuntarily, growing wetter as memories flood back, his thick cock stretching me open, the way he moved so carefully yet so possessively, the sounds he made when he came deep inside me.

I want him again. Badly. I want him to fuck me, to fill me, to take me until I can’t think straight.

But the courage I had yesterday has suddenly dissolved. I stand there, cheeks burning, thighs pressing together as I try to ignore the growing wetness between my legs.

His nostrils flare the moment he steps closer, grey eyes darken instantly, locking onto me with that hungry, predatory look that makes my knees weak.

His nostrils flare the moment he steps closer. His grey eyes darken instantly, locking onto me with that hungry, predatory look that makes my knees weak.

A slow, knowing smirk tugs at his lips as he crosses the room in two long strides. "Mmm... someone’s been thinking about me," he murmurs, voice low and sassy, laced with pure male satisfaction. "I can smell how wet you are for me already, Rose. That sweet little pussy aching for my cock again?"

My cheeks burn hotter, but I don’t deny it. I can’t. The throbbing between my thighs only intensifies under his heated gaze.

He pulls me into his arms, one hand sliding to the small of my back as he kisses me deeply. The kiss is slow at first, savoring, but quickly turns hungry. His tongue slides against mine, claiming my mouth as his other hand tangles in my hair. I moan softly into him, my hands moving to help him remove his shirt, fingers trembling with need as I push the fabric off his broad shoulders.

He shrugs it off without breaking the kiss, his mouth never leaving mine. We stumble toward the bed, clothes falling away piece by piece, his pants, my dress, my panties, until we’re both naked, skin against skin. He lays me down gently on the bed, his body covering mine, hard cock pressing hot and heavy against my thigh.

"I missed you so fucking much," he groans against my lips, grinding slowly against me. "Missed this tight little pussy. Missed hearing you moan my name."

I arch into him, gasping as his hand slides between my legs, fingers stroking my soaked folds. "Ronan... please..."

He’s just about to push inside me when a sharp knock echoes through the room.

"Alpha!" Nikolai’s urgent voice comes from the other side of the door. "There’s an attack on the eastern border! We need you now!"

Ronan freezes, a low curse leaving his lips. He pulls back, breathing hard, eyes dark with frustration and duty. "Stay inside," he tells me firmly, already reaching for his clothes. "Lock the door. Don’t leave this room until I come back for you. Understand?"

I nod, heart racing with a mix of lingering arousal and sudden fear. "Be careful."

He kisses me one last time, before pulling on his shirt and rushing out the door.

I’m left lying there, naked and aching, the heat between my thighs still throbbing as the sound of his footsteps fades down the hallway.