Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246: Kiss With Roman

Eira’s POV

Just as I came downstairs, I heard a familiar voice.

"Here’s our starving ghost, finally awake," Rafe commented.

I looked at the bastard, lounging on the sofa with his legs stretched lazily over the center table, playing games on his mobile. But the moment he sensed my presence, he couldn’t shut his mouth.

I wanted to curse him, but then he looked up from his mobile and announced, "Jason, make sure to cook faster before this ghost eats all of us alive. Right, Caldwell?" And out of habit, he licked his canine with his tongue. "Drooling already?"

The mouth I opened to speak... shut immediately. My gaze got stuck on him—his mouth, and that tongue he just used. It reminded me of the moments when he kissed me.

What the fuck? What’s happening to me?

"Don’t tease her early in the morning," Lucian, busy in the kitchen, warned him.

I turned to look at him. Now my gaze stuck on Lucian too. My heart wasn’t stable anymore.

Not just Kael, but now even these two were affecting me—and the worst part, the one I didn’t want to be affected by was in the kitchen as well. That bastard Jason, looking straight at me, I was being pulled towards him as well.

"Too much staring, Caldwell," Rafe said. "Are you having perverted thoughts early in the morning? Want me to help you cool down?"

I snapped back to my senses. "Shut up, you jerk!" I spat angrily and ran to my room.

I wasn’t angry with him—but with myself. I’d never felt this way before.

Something was terribly wrong with me. It felt like I didn’t have control over myself. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

I opened the door of my room and hurried inside to hide myself from their gazes, before they could truly see through me.

But the moment I entered the room in a rush, I collided with something... someone.

"Be careful," he said as he held me in his steady grip, helping me stand on my feet.

My eyes opened, only to be greeted by the close view of a bare chest—broad, warm, with water droplets still lingering on it. A man fresh out of the shower, wrapped in just a towel, smelling so good, was holding me so close.

Me—the one already losing control.

"Why are you running?" he asked, but I didn’t register any of his words, let alone raise my head to look at him.

All I did was let my hands roam across his chest, my face leaning closer to inhale his enticing scent as I closed my eyes. This was heaven—if it truly existed.

I wasn’t sure what took over me, but what I did next was even more shocking. My lips brushed along his shoulder, and I bit it—something inside me was urging me to do it.

I heard a low groan escape his lips, but I didn’t stop. In fact, I felt his hands tighten around me, pulling me closer, erasing the space between us.

The urge to bite him grew stronger, and I gave in to it.

I tasted blood, but it wasn’t disgusting. If I had any sanity left, I might have wondered if I was turning into a cannibal.

After a while, when I finally pulled my teeth out, a strong hand gripped the back of my head, forcing me to look up at him.

That sting of hair pull, only flared the urges inside me.

"Are you done?" Roman asked, his intense gaze observing my flushed face.

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