The Alpha's Forsaken Feisty Mate-Chapter 155: Encasing his warmth

"Apologize? Why should I do that?" Rafulf asked. "Whatever I said to him was true. I am not a people pleaser like you, Zenna."

The moment he said those words, he realized he should not have.

"I–I didn’t mean to direct these remarks at you," Radulf said.

"Is it wrong to be a people pleaser?" Zenna questioned him. "As long as your work will be done, there’s nothing wrong with it. It’s fine if you don’t want to apologize to Alfred. Because I will do it." She took a few steps back before walking toward the exit.

Radulf blocked her path and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Maybe it’s not wrong. But I don’t want to please Alfred. I hope you listen to me," he said.

"Don’t you want revenge on the Alpha King?" Zenna asked him.

"Yes, I do want it. But—"

"You need to bring all those people to your side who were your father’s friends once. My father must have threatened them with their lives. And your father would have never wanted any of them to get hurt. You are thinking from the perspective of a son. But this is a battle, where you need to listen to your mind more than your heart."

Her eyes glued to him, hoping he would get her.

Rafulf finally calmed down. He hung his arm around Zenna’s shoulder and rested his head on her other shoulder. "You are right," he whispered.

She patted his back and moved closer to him. "I am good at apologizing. If you find it difficult, I will do it for you. You won’t believe—when you were away, Commander Alfred helped me a lot. It wasn’t easy to get contacts, but he provided me with some so that I could put our pack into small businesses to generate revenue initially," Zenna revealed to him.

Rafulf pulled away and stood straight. "Why didn’t you ever tell me about this?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Umm... You weren’t interested in knowing," Zenna answered.

"I am arrogant and selfish, right?" Radulf placed his hand on her cheek.

"It’s difficult to say whether you are selfish or not. I think you are arrogant," Zenna said, not hiding the truth about his trait. "You become arrogant sometimes, which is understandable."

Rafulf chuckled at her statement. He liked that Zenna carried no filters and remained neutral. He kept staring into her eyes, wanting them to shine like they did in Herah.

Radulf pressed his forehead against Zenna’s, his breath mingling with hers as his hand cradled the nape of her neck. His lips descended on hers in a deep, searing kiss. His eyes fluttered open briefly, eager to take in her expression, but she had already surrendered to the moment, her lashes resting softly against her flushed cheeks.

Zenna’s hands remained firm on his back, fingers curling slightly as she instinctively mirrored his movements. When Radulf parted his lips, she followed, allowing their tongues to meet in a slow, tantalizing dance. A soft moan escaped her, vibrating against his lips as heat coiled between them.

His other hand found its way to her back, deftly working at the delicate knots of her gown. With every passing second, their kiss deepened, growing more fervent, more desperate, as though they were losing themselves in the moment.

’Her scent...’ Radulf’s mind hazed as he inhaled deeply. ’Her pheromones have intensified.’

They wrapped around him like an intoxicating spell. It was a fragrance unlike any other—sweet and fresh, reminiscent of spring’s first bloom.

Zenna felt the back of her legs hit the sofa, a thought crossing her mind that he might pull away to let them breathe.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he guided her down, pressing her into the plush cushions as his hands traced along the fabric of her gown. Slowly, he lowered one side, exposing the smooth curve of her shoulder to the cool air.

Her breath hitched, and just when she thought she might drown in the moment, Radulf finally pulled away, only to press his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck. A gasp left her lips—both in relief at being able to breathe and, at the same time, from feeling the pleasure building in the pit of her stomach.

"Ngh... Mmmph... Ahn..."

Her moans spilled into the dimly lit room. Her fingers instinctively tangled in his dark locks.

"Radulf..." she whispered, her voice breathless. She buried her head into the crook of his neck, her skin tingling as his lips continued their intoxicating path.

With each brush of his mouth against her bare skin, she felt herself growing damper, need coiling within her like a growing fire. The gown slipped further, teasing the swell of her curves, though the thin layer of fabric still held them captive.

"Zenna." His voice was husky, her name rolling off his tongue like a prayer before he suddenly shifted, pulling her onto his lap in a swift motion.

A sharp inhale escaped her lips as she straddled him, her thighs encasing his warmth. Her breath faltered when she felt the hard bulge beneath his pants pressing intimately against her.

"Let’s go to the bedroom," she murmured, biting her bottom lip, which was hard enough to draw blood.

Radulf’s gaze darkened, his thumb brushing against the crimson stain before leaning in. "Don’t."

His lips captured hers in a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue sweeping over her lower lip, tasting the faint tang of her blood as he deepened the kiss, thus again sealing the moment between them.

He then lifted her, her arms wrapping around him, and the two of them went to the bedroom.

As Zenna’s back found the mattress, she knew what was about to come. Radulf had his knees pressed against the mattress, and he ran his fingers through his hair.

"You look fucking beautiful from this angle, Zenna," Rafulf said, his green eyes darkened slightly in color as he inhaled her scent that had filled the entire bedroom.

Within seconds, he removed his upper body’s clothes and let them fall beneath the bed, onto the floor.