Emara Stone

"I am sorry that I lied to you. And now to compensate, I'll eat you."

WHAT THIS MOFO SAID???

Eat me as in eating me raw or eat me?

Ryan grips my ankle and swiftly pulls me towards him as he hungrily hovers above me. I try to kick him away but he holds my legs firmly thus freezing my movements. "Ryan. Leave." I speak with a stoic face. 

I am super mad at him and he can't calm me down with orgasms.

Ryan narrows his eyes at me as he grips my thighs and parts them slowly. "Ryan. I said stop." I angrily shout at him as my body starts to get heated were his hands are touching me. He is really hot, temperature-wise. And his face is really punchable.

"No. you said leave." Hotty gives a wolfish grin as he darkly stares down at me. I clamp his hands in a strong grip as they try to strip my shorts down. I am done with his mental mind disease of dominance, he may be an Alpha of a pack but for me, he is an asshole.

"Ryan, I'll reject you if you made any move." 

My voice comes out stern and thick, depicting my confidence that I am not bluffing. Ryan's hands freeze in shock, his eyes which were whiskey brown turn into a pitch-black nebula as soon as he hears the word reject out of my mouth. 

I ain't kidding! I am going to reject this potato head if he tries to touch me again.

The aura of the room turns fifty shades dangerous, Ryan abruptly stands up from the bed balling his fists angrily in a death grip as if he wants to punch them into the walls. The nerves pop out from his skin mercilessly as if a storm wants to come out of his body and destroy the whole city. But he stands still and doesn't move. 

We both look at each other fiercely, none of us backed out from this heated eye contact as we virtually fight a battle. My dragon and his wolf. 

His lips come in a thin line, his eyes speak a kind of language close to desolation. A state of complete emptiness and destruction but soon Ryan diverts his eyes from me. His shoulders dip depressingly as he stands there tall like a lifeless mannequin. He looks like a person who has everything but yet nothing. 

Suddenly out of nowhere I witness something that I never thought in my whole life I could see. Ryan falls on his knees dreadfully in front of me. He bows down his head dishearteningly as he stares gloomily at the floor in front of me. 

ALPHA RYAN ON HIS KNEES!!

My heartfelt like it is clenched from all the sides as I see him down like he lost everything. I instantly hop out of the bed as I bend down on the knees at the same level as him. What happened to him? Is he acting again?

But the way my heart feels in distress, I don't think so he is acting anymore. "Ryan?" I tenderly call him as I touch his chin to lift his face. Suddenly, something wet drops on my palm which made me retreat my hand.

Did this dog just spit on me?

Anger builds up in me and I open my mouth to sprinkle profanities at him but all the cursing words stops at the tip of my tongue as Ryan lifts his face to look at me. His eyes are filled with melancholy as tears run down his cheeks. Hotty is crying! Why?

"Why are you leaking?" I ask him as I wipe his wet cheeks very gently. Ryan's face falls in despair as he asks me dejectedly, "Am I really a bad mate?" His voice sounds gloomy, something that is painful to hear.

My heart weeps loudly as I see the sad and low spirited version of Hotty in front of me. Though he has everything in the world, myriad pack, immense authority, massive power, and money, he is still on his knees like a helpless and vanquished king. Tears form in my eyes as I see him crying, the deadliest and cruelest one of all is crushed and on his knees. 

Right now I want to deny that he is not a bad mate or a wicked person. But I don't want to lie.

"Emara... I am really sorry." Hotty sobs as he notices my wet eyes. His voice sounds weak like he is already holding himself not to break. "Please don't reject me... I will die." He whispered defeatedly.

Oxygen left earth.

My breath gets stuck in my lungs, refuses to leave my body as I see hotty begging in front of me. For me.  My hand involuntarily lifts to touch his face but he immediately grabs my hand and places them on his warn beating heart as he sobs, "He-here. This-s is filled with you-u." He pressurizes my hand on his chest as he continues with whimper voice, "If-f you will leave, ther-e will be-e nothing here-e."

"It will be all empty-y." He sobs.

"Ryan," I whisper softly. My soul twists and turns painfully as I hear his confession. Though I am mad at him for all his ways to get what he wants, right now I want to hold him and tell him that I forgive him and I'll never leave him. My throat is clogged from all sides, I can't even speak a sentence to console him so I did something stupid. I kissed him.

I press my lips softly to his wet plum ones, his body gets stiff instantly but soon melt into my touch as our lips move slowly in rhythm. I grab his neck tightly as he lifts me off from the ground to his lap. I thought he will kiss me back like a crazy dominant animal but this time it is different.

The way our lips move against each other it feels like our lips are talking in their own mysterious language, confessing each other of their feelings. Ryan holds me tightly like I will run away soon as he takes my lips into his mouth sucking them gently but eagerly. I couldn't help but grab his hair in excitement. 

But suddenly I break the kiss as I remember his stitches, "Did it hurt?" I instantly asked him worriedly. There are dried tears on Ryan's cheeks as he closes his eyes in delight and shakes his head slowly in a no. 

Of course! Why would it hurt? Because this motherfucker was acting all this time.

I stand up from his lap and clean the creases off my t-shirt and shorts. There is a questionable expression on Ryan's face as I take a step back and sit on the edge of the bed in front of me. Ryan is still on his knees as he stares at me confusedly, "Emara?"

"Why you let Ethan win deliberately? Why you acted to be knocked down?" I ask him with a stoic face as I cross my legs. Ryan wipes his dried tears as he tries to stand up from the floor but I instantly keep my foot on his chest and nudge him to stay down.

Ryan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he sees the bossy side of me, a smirk appears on the edge of his lips and he obediently sits on his knees again while holding my foot. "I wasn't acting. Your brother had really knocked me out. It took me a few minutes to get back into my senses." He says as he starts to gently massages my foot's sole, "When I woke up, I mildly heard your's and your mother's voice. I wanted to stand up but my wolf had frozen all of my muscles, so I couldn't move." 

"Why?" The question pops out of my mouth immediately, so it was all his wicked wolf's plan not his. "Because he wanted to listen to you people fighting." Ryan casually replies as presses my heels in a circular motion. "What?" WHAT!

"Yeah! He told me to lie down quietly and hear what you people were arguing about. I must say I was really impressed the way you stood up for me against your wu-, I mean your brother. I really wanted to stand up and kiss you right there." Ryan smiles as he lightly presses my toes.

What the fuck is wrong with this guy? 

"So you lost the fight just because you wanted to hear us fighting for you?" I ask him in a puzzled manner. I can't believe this fucker. "Who said I lost?" Ryan asks as he raises his hands to my calves and massage there as he continued, "In everyone's eyes I had already won, sometimes you lose a small fight and win big battles." Ryan wolfishly grins at me.

This fucking asshole mastermind. Not only did he gathered sympathy from others but he also made Ethan look like a bad and selfish Alpha in others' eyes. I pull my foot from his hands and forward my other foot as I ask him sternly, "So when you already won the battle, why you played the Amnesia card?" This thing is really bothering me. 

Ryan looks up at me for a second but then continues to massage my other foot, he rotates his thumb in a circular motion on my sole as he replies, "I just wanted a fresh start. As you didn't like me before so I wanted to change myself for you. I thought gradually you might feel something for me, maybe a little would be fine for me." Does he really mean it?

"Also I wanted to give you some space that you had asked in Wolfram court." Ryan adds as he gently presses my heels. "So you were just enjoying my tears and laughing at me when all this time I was trying hard to bring your wolf and memories back." I pull my leg back from his claws and spat angrily at him as I remember the past week.

Ryan stares at me like an abandoned puppy as I stand up to walk. "No, you promised me you won't leave me." Ryan mewl like a cat stopping my movements. I look down at him confusedly, "I never promised you such a thing." I forgot he is a liar too.

"You did, yesterday. At night. Then you kissed on my forehead." He mews. I halt in my steps. Oh godddd!!! Why? Why I am so stupid?  "Please, don't leave me Emara. I'll do anything. I'll change for you, but please don't leave me." Hotty repeatedly promises as he tries to stop me.

But something catches my attention, I turn back at Ryan who is standing there hopelessly and walk back at him confidently as I say, "Fine, I'll forgive you but on one condition only." Hotty's eyes instantly lit up in hope, a beautiful smile is plastered on his face as he gentlemanly smile, "Yes, mam. Anything you say."

A sly smirk dances on the corner of my lips as I grab his t-shirt and order him "Follow me." and start to walk out of his room to mine. It's revenge time.

This is going to be so much fun.

I order Ryan to sit on my bed and walk away towards my cupboard to gather my art weapons and the two-piece bomb. Ryan looks at me in a daze as I walk back towards him and throw the bomb as I dictate coldly, "Wear it."

Hotty picks up the pink color bra in one hand and pink panties in another as he perplexedly asks me, "Are you kidding me?" I nod impassively. Hotty bewilderedly stares at me like he didn't understand. That's when I deliberately bend a little forward and smugly remind him, "Didn't you say you would do anything?" 

Ryan stares at me surprisingly as if I snatched his wig away, his mouth opens wide enough to fall on the floor. His face looks like someone punched him in the guts, completely gobsmacked. "No, I am not wearing that." He declares.

"Why?" 

"I am Alpha and-"

"And I am Luna." I starkly reply.

Ryan stares at the bikini with red hot eyes for a while but doesn't reply anything as if he is imagining himself in it. He throws the bikini aside as he scorns, "But it's not even my size." 

Clearly it is not. Ryan has a bigger chest than mine but this won't make me change my decision.

"I don't know, wear it anyhow." I reply bluntly as I fold my arms like a brat. Yeah, that's your punishment bish. Ryan narrows his eyes at me as if he figured out my plan, "Babe, why are you doing this?" He asks me friskily. Instead, I casually sit on the chair while sharpening my pencil as I smirk, "Because, I am going to draw you like one of the French models."

Ryan wolfishly grins at me as he purrs "But babe, aren't the French models naked. You can draw me na-" I immediately cut him off "But I want to draw you wearing that." I point towards the two-piece bomb. Period.

I am not going to back out this time, I sit there nonchalantly waiting for him to dress up in my bikini. Ryan stands up clutching the pink bomb angrily in his hands as he walks towards the bathroom. "Where you are going?" I ask him sternly. Ryan turns his head as he furiously stares at me, "To wear this." He spat.

"Change in front of me." I order without looking at him as I place a book underneath the plain white paper. "What?" Ryan asks shockingly. That's when I lift my eyes darkly at him and with a smug face as I sneer, "It's nothing that I haven't seen before."

And my readers, you should have seen hotty's face as if the nuke was blasted right beneath his nose. Completely blown.

"What? Suddenly you became shy!" I mock him as I try to subdue my laugh. Never in his life, he had thought there would be such a day when he would be dominated by a woman. Ryan immediately removes his t-shirt in anger and throws it on the floor as he murmurs something in resentment. Did he just say 'fuck me moon'? 

Ryan removes his track and picks up my pink panties from the bed and starts to wear it. "Wow wow! Wait." I immediately stop him as I see what he is doing, "You are not superman. Why are you wearing it on the top? Remove your boxers first." I sternly dictate him. Is he stupid!

"Are you kidding me? You want me to wear it directly?" Ryan spats irritatingly. "Fast." I shout at him as I look at the imaginary watch on my wrist. He is taking too much time. 

Ryan reluctantly removes his boxer and pulls my pink panties up to his hips. The tearing up sound of the cloth echoes in the room as he fully pulls up the panties till his hips. His soldier's head peeks out from the band of the panties, He tries to adjust his soldier and all its members inside the tight cloth as he uneasily complains, "This is not at all comfortable. Why the fuck I am doing this!"

Damn, he has a really good looking ass.

I bite my lips to control my whale laugh as I see him putting up my pink color bra, the hooks are hardly reaching till his ribs so he keeps them hanging around. "Are you happy now, princess?" Ryan outrageously asks me. I look at him up and down, his discomfort in my bikini gives me the satisfaction of the third dimension. 

"You look so sexy. Now please stand at the wall and give me a good pose." I craftily smile as I get into the position to start to draw. This is going to be one hella masterpiece.

Hotty simply walks towards the wall and stands there tall and straight while keeping his hands on his hips as he gawks me to death. His eyes have wild dark storms circling in them as his evil gaze directly falls on me. He looks maddeningly mad, like a controlled wild beast.

"Give me a sexy look. Not like you will rip my limbs apart and eat me." Right now I am really lucky that I am his mate, at least he won't hurt me. "Well, I still want to eat you tho." Ryan comments as he inclines while keeping his one hand on the table. 

"Flex your ass out and touch your face seductively." I dictate him as his current posture looks like he will flip the table and break it into pieces in the air itself. "Don't you think you are getting too far, Emara." He warns me. The irk in his voice and flames in his eyes both are flashing brightly. Very dangerously.

"Not as far as you went." I reply shortly as I start to draw him. I am pretty sure he wants to break all the furniture in the whole town but not gonna lie, he looks really cute right now. His rigged muscular thighs can crush me to death. His whole body has cuts and muscles carved perfectly like a high-level god. He is a perfect definition of perfection and a psycho.

"When you started drawing?" He asks me while observing me keenly sketching. "Maybe 5. I wasn't allowed to go out much so I found my friends, companions, fun, peace, sorrow in art. Art has been my best friend and my first love since childhood." I reply sincerely. Art has helped me to come out from the loneliness I felt all these years. Art is everything to me.

"I am really proud of you, Emara. You are very talented which is very rare to see." My eyes instantly shoot up to him, nobody ever said to me that they are proud of me. Ryan is the first one. "Thank you, it means a lot to me." I reply softly.

My parents thought art was a waste of time, they wanted me to focus on studies so I could get a real job for a living. Ethan always supported me in my dreams, he uses to ask me to draw his favorite artists and even showed his friends my artworks. I should unblock and give a call to him. I really miss him.

"Emara, what happened?" Ryan asks worryingly. I look up at him, my bra is hanging on his shoulders loosely as he stands there bewildered, wearing my panties. His bulge is clearly visible through the thin cloth. I couldn't help but point my finger at him and laugh out loud like a hyena. "Hahahaha. You look so funny." I can't believe he really wore that and stood there for me all this time.

Ryan's face turns into an angry tomato, he balls his fists to the sides as he murderously stares at me laughing at him. Suddenly Ryan's phone rings which catch both our attention. "I really got one naughty mate." Ryan says in frustration as he throws the bra away from him and walks to his tracks to pick up his phone.

 My laughter dies out as I see the malicious grin on Ryan's demonic lips as he gravely says, "You got him? Good, I am just in a mood. Tie him down, I'll be there in a minute." 

Oh no, Daniel!

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