Alpha alec's redemption (Sadie) novel Chapter 298

His mouth crashes into mine, and the world dissolves.

The kiss isn’t soft. It is desperate, fiery, a collision of every unsaid word, every suppressed feeling, and weeks of pretending.

I gasp against him as his lips move with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt. His hands frame my face, firm yet reverent, and I clutch at his shirt, terrified he’d pull away.

The taste of him, the warmth of him sets something wild and untamed free inside me. I gasp again from the intensity, and he takes that chance to deepen the kiss, tilting my head back as if to claim every part of me I’d tried so hard to hide.

I melt into him, every piece of me unraveling. The fire of his kiss sears through the fear and the doubts until all that was left was us.

The bond between us comes alive, as if it has been waiting for this very moment. The kiss feeds it and it pulses between in an electric way. It's impossible to ignore it. Impossible to pretend that it wasn't a part of us right here and now.

When he finally breaks away, it isn’t far. His forehead rests against mine, his breath ragged, his chest heaving like he’d run miles.

The moment his lips leave mine, the silence between us crackles with something dangerous, something alive. My pulse races like I’ve stepped too close to fire, but I can’t pull back. Not when I can still taste him, not when every nerve in my body screams for more.

“You undo me,” he whispers, finally breaking the silence between us. “You have no idea the kind of power you have over me.”

Tears sting my eyes, blurring his face. My heart aches with the force of it all. I used to dream about what it would feel like when Alec kissed me. Nothing I imagined or dreamed about compared to this feeling. Compared to the heat between us or the raw emotions that threatened to drown me.

It feels like I’ve come home after a long time. Like this, in his arms is where I’ve always belonged. Where I was always supposed to be.

It’s overwhelming and I feel the weight of the pain of what we’d lost, the yearning for what we could be, and the terrifying hope that maybe… just maybe… we could get past what happened. We could start fresh and build something beautiful.

I want to tell him everything. That I'm scared. That I want him. That I hate him for breaking me and that a part of him still loves him despite everything.

But the words catch in my throat.

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