The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 70: He Left

Aurora’s POV

​His fingers slide deep inside me, moving in a rhythmic, demanding pace that chased the lingering chill of the ice. The friction was incredible—the heat of his hand against my sensitive, swollen walls made me lose my mind.

​"Is this what you want?" he rasped, his voice sounding raw and hungry. "Do you want me, Aurora?"

​"Yes!" I sobbed, my head thrashing on the pillow. "Yes, I want you! Please, don’t stop!"

​He increased the speed, his thumb finding the tiny, sensitive bud that he had just tortured with the ice. The combination was too much. The pleasure built, crashing over me with a force that stole the air from my lungs. My vision behind the blindfold exploded into blinding white light.

​"Raymond!" I screamed his name, my entire body convulsing as the climax took hold of me.

​My inner muscles clamped tightly around his fingers, pulsing in long, delicious waves of release. I felt like I was floating and falling all at once. Every nerve in my body was on fire, vibrating with the pure intensity of it. I sobbed, my heart racing so fast I thought it would burst, as the pleasure slowly began to settle into a deep, heavy ache.

​But just as I reached the very end of the peak, just as I was ready to sink into the mattress and let him hold me, he abruptly pulled his hand away.

​The sudden loss of his touch felt like a slap. I let out a small, confused whimper, my body still twitching from the aftershocks.

​"Raymond?" I whispered, my voice trembling and weak. I reached out blindly into the space where he had been just a second ago, my fingers searching for the warmth of his skin.

​The silence in the room was deafening. I could hear his heavy, ragged breathing, but he didn’t move toward me. He didn’t pull me into his arms.

​"Raymond?" I called out but got no response from him. I could feel he was there. I could hear movement.

​Then suddenly, I heard the heavy, decisive sound of the front door opening and clinking shut.

​The silence that followed was terrifying.

​"Raymond?" I called out, my voice cracking. No answer.

​With trembling hands, I reached up and ripped the silk scarf away from my eyes. The sudden light of my bedside lamp made me wince, but as my vision cleared, I realized I was completely alone. The space beside me was empty, the sheets still rumpled and damp from our heat, but the man was gone.

​My eyes fell on a small piece of paper lying right beside me. I grabbed it, my heart sinking into my stomach as I read the jagged, masculine scrawl:

​I’m not cuddling you. Consider that the rest of your punishment for telling me you love the Alpha King.

​The note slipped from my fingers. My heart sank. I wanted him—I wanted him right here, right now. I wanted to relax in his arms, to feel the steady beat of his heart against my back, to feel safe for just one hour.

​Tears stung my eyes, hot and blurring my vision. I didn’t even know why I wanted to cry. Was it because I realized I was actually falling for him? Falling for a shadow, a man whose face I had only felt with my fingertips?

​Or was it the sickening realization that this very man was my parents’ killer?

​I curled into a ball, clutching the blanket. I was a mess. I was supposed to be a woman of vengeance, a daughter seeking justice. Instead, I was lying in a cold bed, aching for the touch of the monster who had ruined my life.

​When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I felt was the ache. My body felt sore, but in that heavy, deep way that made me want to curl back into the blankets and never leave. Every time I shifted, the friction of the sheets against my skin reminded me of the ice, the wax, and the way Raymond’s hands had cloaked my body.

​I remained in bed, staring at the ceiling, too lazy to move. My thoughts were a mess. I was supposed to be a woman of vengeance, yet I had spent the night unraveling for a man who wouldn’t even show me his face. A man who was likely the same one who had taken everything from me.

​Suddenly, my phone began to ring on the nightstand. The sharp vibration cut through the quiet room. I reached for it, squinting at the screen, only to see Alpha Oliver flashing on the display.

​A frown etched onto my face. I let it ring. And then I let it ring again.

​What part of "I am resigning" did he not understand?

He called and called, the persistent buzzing making my head throb.

​I sighed, closing my eyes. I needed the money—the salary was better than anything I could find elsewhere—but I realized I was falling for him. Working for him, seeing him every day, was becoming a torture I couldn’t endure. I would just find another part-time job and forget he ever existed.

​But even as I thought it, the idea of never seeing him again made my heart sink into my stomach.

​A message popped up on my screen. I hesitated, then checked it.

​Aurora, you have one hour to prepare yourself. As my secretary and assistant, you are accompanying me to France for a three-day business trip. My driver is already on his way to pick you up.

​I sat up abruptly, a fresh wave of anger washing over me. He was indeed a prick, just like Raymond had said. I didn’t care how powerful he was; he couldn’t ignore a resignation.

​I typed back, my thumbs flying across the screen:

​"I have resigned. I am not going anywhere with you."

​I waited, my heart hammering. A few seconds later, the three dots appeared. His response was cold and authoritative.

​Aurora, my driver is already in front of your apartment waiting. If you are not out in one hour, he has orders to bring you exactly as you are. Don’t test me.

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