Ch. Death My Alph 58 Death My Alph 58

Chapter 49 

“The only jersey you will ever wear… is mine. Not Jared’s, not Blake’s, mine.” I make clear. 

“I didn’t plan on wearing Jared’s jersey, he bumped into me and spilled red Gatorade on me. He offered me his jersey and told me to wear it, so I did.” She defends while slipping the 

jersey on. 

“He bumped into you.” I say. 

That little fucker did it on purpose. I know it, and he knows it. 

“Yes! I didn’t want to wear his jersey, I know what it means. He told me he felt really bad 

and he would feel better if I wore it, so I did.” 

I take a step back, and mutter, “Asshole.” Because that is exactly what Jared is, a fucking 

asshole. I always hated him because he liked Lee, now I hate him a whole lot fucking more. 

“From now on you stay away from Jared, and if he comes near you, you tell me. And you. 

wear my jersey to games.” 

She sighs, “Damion, you know what that insinuates. People will start to thin-” 

I cut her off, “Let them.” I want them to not only think we’re together, I want them to know 

1. it. 

She shakes her head, “Damion, we shouldn’t.” 

Now, I am even more angry. I do all the things a boyfriend should do, that she allows. I take 

care of her, I try to help her when she needs it, I pick her up when her car breaks down, Jesus fucking Christ I even fingered her and went down on her. Granted, she never asked me to do those things, and I wanted to do them because I love her and she’s hot as fuck, but I also did them so that I could show her that I want to be with her and make her feel good. 

“So I’m just your fuck toy. Is that it? You want me to give you my body, but you won’t be with me.” I say angrily. 

After Faking My Death. My Alpha Husband Went Mad 

I noticed that she has finally let her walls down with me physically, like she unknowingly resigned herself to the bond. However, she doesn’t like when I take care of her. 

“What! No, Damion that’s not it, I 

I cut her off again, “That clearly is it. You want me for pleasure, but you won’t let me be your boyfriend.” 

I am getting angrier with every word. It needs to be said though. The bond should be pulling us together, she should want me like I want her. No, like I need her. But maybe she doesn’t, maybe the bond just isn’t strong enough for her. Either way, I need to know. I can’t keep beating around the bush and waiting for her to give in, she’s to damn stubborn for 

that. 

My body is ridged and my fists are curled, “Damion calm down!” She says. 

“No! Fuck being calm, why won’t you be with me? Am I not good enough for you, you want Jared?” I yell. 

“No!” She defends. 

I am losing control, I punch the locker and the door falls off. I can practically feel myself losing my sanity, along with her. 

“Don’t lie to me!” 

she waits a few seconds, “You don’t even like me!” 

Oh. My. God. This girl is going to fucking kill me. She’s right, I don’t like her. I fucking love 

her. 

“That’s a lie!” 

We are both fucking angry now, I can feel her anger and mine, “YOU ALWAYS FUCKING 

HATED ME!” 

“BULLSHIT! I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOU AND I WILL CONTINUE TO LOVE YOU!” 

Chiput in 

I don’t give her time to respond before I scare the shit out of myself and kiss her. I put one on her waist and the other in her throat. Our lips don’t move for a few seconds and I am losing hope. 

She isn’t kissing me back. 

I start to pull away and then suddenly she grabs me and moves her lips against mine. 

I am kissing Lee. The girl I have been in love with since I was four, and it was worth the 

wait. 

Her lips are a drug, and I just became an addict. 

Her arms wrap around my neck and mine wrap around her waist in attempts to pull her closer to me. I figured out awhile ago that no matter how close she is, it will never be close enough. Yet, I still try. 

I swipe my tongue on her lips, but she doesn’t open. 

“Please, open.” I beg. 

Holy fuck. I am an alpha. Never in my life have I begged anyone, but for her I would get on my knees. 

She opens just enough for me to slip my candy. I guess I have a sweet tooth now. 

tongue in an fully taste her. She is sweet, like 

She lets out a moans and I just about lost it. Her little whimpers and moans are music to my 

ears. 

I continue to kiss her and fight for it to last as long as possible because I don’t want it to end. 

We break the kiss and gasp for air, “Fuck… that was so much better than I ever imagined.” I 

groan. 

We stand their and look into each other’s eyes as our foreheads rest against each other. She 

is perfect.