My Ex Husband The Alpha His Brother The Rogue novel Chapter 8

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Laila leaves in a rush, her dress swishing around her ankles as she flees my presence, into the safety of our

home.

She’s scared of me… terrified. As she should be. I’m not the kind of man she’s used to. I’m not Cameron, or the man from fairytales. I’m the man who’s going to ruin her if she even thinks of betraying me.

But running won’t get her anywhere, not away from me at least. She’ll learn that in time.

I lean back against the car seat, jaws clenched so tightly, they’d begun to ache. Her scent still radiates all around me and the taste of her lingers on my tongue…

My fingers twitch where they rest on my thigh, and my mind leads me down the path I’ve warded off since we left the gala.

I can still feel the warmth of her small frame pressed up against me, the curve of her body, soft and delectable in all the right places. Her waist fits right into my arms like she was always meant to be right there…

The way her breath caught when I leaned in close, those quiet gasps, almost mewls as I tasted her, and that shuddering breathing… damn!

In the three years we’ve been together, I’ve found myself sinking deeper into this abyss of unreciprocated desire. The mere thought of her has me hard and wanting and hiding out in Thorneville for most of the time has done nothing to relieve it.

I hate how much I want her. Crave her. It’s not even a conventional craving…Love? I’m not a man who believes in such feelings.

With Laila, it’s desire, fiery and consuming. It’s the urge to possess that delicious body, over and over again with reckless abandon, until she begs for me to stop, while her body still begs to be ruined beneath me.

It’s a primal need, plain and simple. To tame the defiance she hides in her eyes, to teach her tongue to speak nothing but my name.

To bury myself so deeply into her warmth, that my name is engraved in her most intimate parts long after we part. So she looks for a glimpse of me in every other man that makes love to her after our contract is up.

It’s something about her silent defiance, an unspoken rebellion that aggravates me to no ends. It’s not even in her words, but in her eyes. In a way I can’t even call her out on.

The hate shining in those eyes when she looks at me, the rage she suppresses when I do or say something that displeases her like in the car a moment ago. And in the gala carlier…

Her fists were clenched so tightly, I know she was one step away from shoving me. I could smell the blood from how hard she bit her tongue to hold in her retort.

Her innocent facade makes me wonder if it’s all just in my head, and it gets on my last nerve. Tests every

rough blood and sweat

limit

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Laila… she’s not the simple, sweet woman she pretends to be. At least not entirely.

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And then, there’s her scent…I’ve found myself lost in it more times than I’m willing to admit. More times than

was ever necessary.

Her scent, it’s intoxicating. She smells like she should be mine…but she isn’t. Not in the way that matters, not in the way I need her to be.

Reaching into my pocket, I retrieve what I had tucked in there earlier.

A sheer silk, damp… and still retaining some warmth. Laila’s underwear.

I bring it closer to my nose before I can think better of it. It smells of her…yet like mine,

My eyes go closed for a second longer than intended.

Damn her!

I’m not done with her. I haven’t even begun. Cameron is one thing…but Laila? I’ll make certain to rip off the facade and reveal everything she hides underneath.

And then, I’ll satisfy this need of mine… for however many days and nights in a row it takes to get her out of my system, for good.

“Where to, Sir?” Blake asks as he gets into the car again. He had been standing a short distance away to allow us…me, the privacy I needed to converse with my wife.

He’d seen the aftermath…he always does. He’s the only one who knows what she does to me. She doesn’t… she shouldn’t.

I shrug casually. “You know where.”

An hour later and we arrive at the parking lot of ‘Cascade‘. The VIP night club is teeming with life at these hours and Blake and I go around the back to the ‘staff–only‘ entrance to avoid the chaos at the main entrance,

Cascade is one of my earliest businesses. On the surface, it’s the most elite nightclub in all of Thorneville. Beneath the surface, it’s much more to us shifters. It’s where we can truly be ourselves, unleash our primal sides in the company of like minds without restraints.

Though Mystic Inc is no longer associated with the nightlife and has transitioned completely into the corporate world,

But the money trail flows back to my nightclubs/underground fight dens littered around Thorneville and Ridgeway.

The security detail at the door, Greg, inclines his head in greeting. He’s a buff rogue I’d saved a few years back from a territory dispute between two rogue factions. He’s stuck by my side ever since. “Welcome, Alpha.”

I nod in response, heading into the dimly lit hallway. The music is muted in these parts of the club, especially

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around my private office and the elevator leading down to the basement level.

“Caleb?” I ask Blake.

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“He’s waiting, in a sense.” Blake replies, handing me a new coat he’d fetched from my office. I left the former with my son, Liam.

“In a sense?” I ask curiously, putting on the coat and securing the button at the front.

“I’ve been told he got bored and hopped into the ring.” He explained.

I smirk slightly. My third in command, Caleb has always been an unruly man. With a buzz cut, about a hundred tattoos and an unhealthy obsession for leather, he’s an outlaw, through and through. Maybe it’s the rogue in him, but he’s never understood the meaning of patience. He doesn’t even care for it.

On the contrary, Blake, my second in command is calm and level headed. An extremely rare trait to find in a rogue. He’d transitioned from the rough preference of a biker to the corporate life of my personal secretary without any difficulties.

While many underestimate Blake for his reserved nature, it’s known amongst rogues that he was once the fiercest competitor in the ring. He’s only ever been defeated in the fight den once. By me.

We soon arrive at the private elevator leading down to the basement and Blake pushes the single descent button that will take us directly to the fight den.