Selling Myself To The Alpha
Chapter 136

Luther

POV

"I can't wait to get out of here," I whisper as I snake my arms around Adele from behind and pull closer to her. "I know I pulled off a fabulous wedding, but I have a surprise for you, and we don't need an audience for that." "If I weren't ready to leave before, I am now," she turns in my arms to face me. "We cut the cake and spoke with most of the guests. I can't see why we can't escape."

"Luther," Dad says next to me, and I groan inwardly. No!

Why now? I want to mark my mate.

"Hello Father," reluctantly I let go of Adele and turned towards him.

"Adele," Mother smiles. "Congratulations. Everything is superb and beautiful."

"All of this is thanks to Luther, Adele replies proudly and looks up at me.

"Oh," Mother clamps the pearls around her neck. "I'm sorry, I assumed..."

"That it's a woman's job," I interrupt her sharply.

"No, I... that's not what I've meant," Mother blushes.

"It's fine, Mom," I sigh. "I don't care, and it doesn't matter. All that counts is that the perfect woman for me said yes. But to ease your mind, I had help, okay?"

"Luther, I didn't mean to offend you," she looks awkwardly at Dad

"We want to congratulate you," Dad comes to her rescue and hands me an envelope. "Wedding gift."

"Thank you," I nod, take the envelope and pull out the cheque.

"Are you insane?" I frown when I look at the amount. "This is too much; we can't accept it."

"Luther, please" Dad sighs. "It's a gift, nothing more."

"Ten million isn't a gift," | hiss. "You're trying to buy your way back into my life."

"Don't be ridiculous," Dad huffs indignantly. "Don't you think I would've tried that earlier if I thought it would work?

You're my son, whether you like it or not, I know you. You don't accept bribes or bend your will for money."

Every ounce of me wants to object, and I look at Adele. She smiles softly at me, and I calm down. I am not going to ruin our perfect night. Accepting the gift does not mean that! should use it. "Thank you," I clear my throat and put the envelope in my pocket. "And thank you for coming."

"I'm so happy you invited us," Mom's lip starts quivering."

Thank you."

"I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening," I smile stiffly and pull Adele closer to me for emotional support. "Were about to leave for our honeymoon."

"We won't keep you," Dad grins.

"We love you, son," Mom touches my cheek softly before they turn around and leave.

"Can you believe them?" I hiss and turn to Adele. "First, they spend money to get rid of a child, then they spend money to get one back. Is money the only language they know?" "Luther, let it go"," Adele says softly. "You cannot change them, but you have the choice of how to spend their money.

Take the cheque and make it count."

"Here," I hand it to her. "Deposit it into Moonstone's account as a donation. One less thing to worry about when we're gone."

"Shouldn't you take some time and think about it?" She frowns.

"No," I shake my head adamantly and she accepts the cheque. "I'm certain I don't want it. Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment. There's one more thing I need to do before we leave." Adele POV

I sigh inwardly as I stare at the piece of paper in my hand. I understand why it upsets Luther so much, but I also think his parents meant no harm. As screwed up as it is, this is his father's way of apologizing. "Ladies and gentlemen," the announcement pulls me from my thoughts, and I look up. "We have a special request from the groom."

I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world ...

Luther is in the centre of the dancefloor, moving stiffly like a doll as he points towards Axel. Axel glares at Luther who is waving at him as he walks over to me.

"You're wicked," I laugh as Luther takes my hand and leads me away.

"Believe me, he would've done the same if the roles were reversed," Luther chuckles.

"Strangely enough, I believe you," I laugh.

*******

"Are we there yet?" I grunt frustrated. Luther blindfolded me the second we got into the car. It feels like we have been driving for hours and I have no idea where we are going. "Five more minutes, he replies.

"You said that five minutes ago," I complain.

"I know," he laughs, and I can tell he is enjoying this.

I refuse to say a word until we finally stop.

"Don't take it off," he says as he gets out.

A second later, my door opens, and he takes my head.

"Be careful," he warns as we start walking

The pathway, road or whatever we are walking on, is rocky and I concentrate not to bump a toe or sprain an ankle. I listen intently to the quiet surroundings and sniff in the air. "We're in the woods!" I exclaim. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Yes," he sounds defeated. "You can take off the blindfold."

I laugh victoriously as I pull it off but gasp for air the second, I realize what I am looking at.

"A treehouse," I mumble in awe. This is no ordinary treehouse. It is more like a cottage in a tree.

"I remember how much you liked it when we saw it on TV," he intertwines our fingers and kisses me softly.

"This is perfect," I smile. "Thank you."

"I didn't even know there's a place like this nearby," I say excitedly as we climb the spiral staircase.

"It's not nearby," he chuckles. "We're still on Moonstone."

"Moonstone?" I gape at him flabbergasted. How is it that I did not know about this gem on my own grounds?

"This was built specially for you," he kisses me quickly before he opens the door.

Dumbstruck I look from him into the treehouse. Lanterns are burning all over, engulfing the interior in a soft, romantic glow.

"Luther, this..." words escape me as I walk towards the king-size bed. I have never seen anything so perfect. From the couch overlooking the forest to the basic kitchenette in the corner. Goddess alone knows how he did this. The entire place gives me a feeling of warmth and serenity.

"I love this" I turn to him and put my arms around his neck.

"I love you."

I kiss him lovingly as I push myself closer to him. I am overwhelmed with love and gratitude. He is the perfect man for me and there is nothing more in the world that I desire than to belong to him.

Without interrupting the kiss, I strip his jacket off his shoulders and start undoing his pants. Eagerly he helps me to get rid of his shirt, shoes and pants before he swings me around. His lips are warm on my neck and shoulders as he tediously slowly unzips my dress. The gown pools around my feet and Luther's lips trail down my back. He unhooks my bra and kneels as he continues caressing my back lower and lower.

He slowly pulls down my panties and I lean forward, resting my hands on the bed. His lips move over my ass, down the back of my thighs before he slightly spread my legs. I gasp in delight when his tongue glides sensually over from my nipples to the back. My fingers curl into the linen when his finger glides inside me while his tongue continues its sweet t*****e. His name is a mantra on my lips as ecstasy builds higher and higher.

I moan out loud when he stops and stands up.

He picks me up and lays me down on the bed before he nestles between my legs.

"I've been waiting for this moment since the first time saw you," he mumbles as he starts kissing my neck.

"Yes, please," I shamelessly beg as I put my legs around his waist.

He enters me slowly and I sigh contently. Our kiss is long and lingering as he glides in and out of me until our need for one another gets the upper hand. Our rhythm increases rapidly, and my muscles tighten around him as my desire builds. "Ready?" He kisses my neck again.

"Yes," I pant and pull him closer.

Simultaneously we mark each other and my org***m ruptures over me. Luther's arms go around me like steel clamps, and I lick his mark tenderly as my body slowly returns to normal.

"Thank you," I cling to him as emotions overwhelm me."

This is everything I dreamt of and more. I didn't know I could be this happy."

I love you, my wife, he mind-links me.

I love you; I reply before kissing him.