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045, OVERWHELMING URGE
Maxwell
I feel the air thick with the scent of damp earth, indicating the rain was about to pour. But all I could focus on was the absence of HER. Every second stretched into an eternity each breath laced with frustration and need. Where was she?
1 paced beside the car, waiting. It was becoming frustrating “Delilah.” Her name was a growl in my mind, a plea, a demand. My skin burned with the relentless pull of the mate bond, an ache so deep it felt like my bones were vibrating with the need to claim her.
Why now? Of all times, why d
this unbearable hunger have to seize me when HE still had her?
A snarl tore from my throat as his image flashed in my mind. “Farrell“, his smug Alpha arrogance, his possessive hands on what was MINE The bastard had always
the fragile patience I barely clung to. And now? a thorn in my side, challenging me at every turn, testing
The thought alone was a blade twisting in my gut.
I had to “share” her.
My claws dug into my palms, the sharp sting doing nothing to dull the fire in my blood. Every instinct screamed at me to break down the door, to tear Farrell away from her and remind her, remind them BOTH…who she truly belonged to.
But I waited. Because Delilah didn’t choose this. It was destined and there was absolutely nothing anyone of us can do about it.
“Delilah, “I growled into the night, my voice rough with desperation. “Enough. I’m not fucking waiting anymore.‘
The wind carried no answer. Only the taunting silence, and the scent of her arousal lingering just out of reach. I chuckled darkly, he is having his way with her. But as soon as that thought cress my mind. There she was coming, looking beautiful as usual.
As soon as she entered the car, I could smell him on her. My stomach churned, and a wave of anger surged through me. Fuck! He had her again.
My jaw clenched, my grip on the steering wheel tightened, and my knuckles turned white. I was furious, but more than that, I was hurt. The pain of knowing another man had been with her, my mate, was unbearable.
I loved her so much that it physically ached. Yet, there was nothing I could do about it. She was his wife, his mate, and he had the same claim over her as I did. But no matter how much I tried to rationalize it, I couldn’t get used tc sharing her.
The air in the car grew heavy with tension. I knew she could feel my emotions, could read my thoughts. There was no hiding the storm raging inside me. She was my everything, and the thought of her with someone else tore me apart. But this was our reality, our destiny. We were bound by forces beyond our control, and no matter how much it hurt, we had to find a way to navigate it.
“I’m sorry, my King,” her soft voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. Her words were like a balm, soothing the raw edges of my anger.
I turned to her, my hand reaching out to touch hers. The moment our skin made contact, a spark of electricity shc through me. My body reacted instantly, my cock swelling painfully against the confines of my pants. It was unbearable, the need to have her, to claim her, to make her mine in every way possible.
“It’s okay.” I said, my volcs strained but gentle. “It’s not your fault. Neither is it mine. This is our destiny. We’ll find a way out. Don’t trouble yourself.
Her electric blue eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of guilt and longing. She knew how much this hurt me, and yet, she was just as powerless as I was. We were both prisoners of a fate we didn’t choose.
I sped through the highway, my focus entirely on her. The world outside blurred as we passed the first border. I barely registered the warriors stationed there. My mind was consumed by her, by the need to be close to her, to feel her, to claim her.
When we finally reached my private garage, I parked the car and quickly stepped out to open her door. She stepped out, her movements graceful yet hesitant. Her eyes met mine again, and for a moment, time stood still. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my chest, and I felt my control slipping.
