Alpha Derrick's long life plan was to kill that traitor that destroyed his family as well as everyone in his lineage for revenge.

But he couldn't.

Not when that blue eyed boy made his heart race faster than it ever could.

Not when his hands refused to stay off his body.

Not when he wants him constantly beneath him, moaning his name.

But what can he do when that blue-eyed boy is that traitors only son?
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“You're a monster,” Nathan spat, his eyes blazing with hatred as he took a step back.

Derrick's smile was cold and calculated as he moved forward step by step until Nathan was finally trapped between himself and the wall with nowhere to run. 

He could hear Nathan's heartbeat skyrocket in his chest, and his smile widened. “Oh, is that so?” he drawled. “But you sure as hell didn't think so when you were screaming my name, did you?”

Derrick's hands slid down Nathan's chest, his fingers tracing the curves of his body. He could feel him react and shiver to his touch. Nathan's eyes flashed with anger, but Derrick could see the desire burning beneath.

His lips brushed against Nathan's ear, his breath hot and sensual. Nathan moaned involuntarily, but Derrick heard it and his smile grew wider.

“There, just like that,” Derrick whispered, his voice low and husky. “Let me hear you scream out the name of the man you hate.”

With anger, I stared at him, wanting for him to deny it, to tell me I was just mistaken, that it was nothing, but he was silent, and that annoyed me more than anything.


I grabbed the collar of his shirt, jealousy and pain bubbling inside me. All my life I hadn't felt this way, and now I was feeling this way not just for anyone but for the one person I was supposed to hate.


"Nathan… speak… tell me, are you fucking Felix?" I spat, the jealousy in my voice so obvious.


Something deep down tells me what Anita said was a lie. I knew it was a lie, but I just wanted to hear it from him… I wanted Nathan to tell me it wasn't true… that he belongs to me... me alone.


"Derrick, you are a monster… you are brutal… do your worst… I am not scared of you."


Without thinking, I shoved him backward. He stumbled, hitting the bed, and before he could get up, I was on him. My hands moved fast, fueled by desperation, by anger, by the wild, clawing need inside me.


Chapter 53 - He Called Me A Beast