Selling Myself To The Alpha
Chapter 46

Axel POV

I am relieved and sad at the same time as I drive back home. I am overjoyed that Liana finally woke up, but I am devastated that I must leave her there. The only consolation I have is that now I can focus on getting rid of Angela since I am less worried about Liana. The more I think about the incident, the more it dawns on me how dangerous Angela is. She knows full well what she has done and yet she has the audacity to ask me if I reprimanded Liana. It makes me wonder why she asked the question. Did she fish for information if Liana has been found? If I knew what happened? Or if I suspect foul play? What if she gets it into her head to finish what she started while Liana is in the hospital recovering?

Just thinking about it makes me grasp for air as if an elephant is sitting on my chest. I pull my car into the garage and take deep breaths to calm myself. An Omega comes running towards me and I sigh inwardly. What now? "Alpha is waiting for you in the living room," he says hastily as I get out.

"Thanks," I nod and walk inside. The last thing I am in the mood for is my family and their guests. I have not slept in two days and am exhausted.

"Where the hell have you been?" Dad asks as I walk into the living room. I was hoping everyone would be sleeping by now and that it will be just me and Dad. But clearly, Angela told them the news and now I am being ambushed. "The hospital," I sigh and reluctantly take the only open seat next to Angela. "Why are all of you still awake?"

"We're waiting for you, of course," Angela giggles as she takes my hand. "To celebrate our engagement."

"Why were you at the hospital?" Mother asks concerned. "Are you sick?"

"No," I smile at her and ignore the urge to free myself from Angela's hold. "There was an accident at work yesterday and an employee was hurt."

"How bad?" Dad asks brusquely. "And why do I hear about this now only?"

"Because it happened late afternoon," I look at Dad. "And at that point, the doctors didn't know whether she'll make it through the night."

"That bad," Dad mumbles concerned as he rubs his chin.

"It doesn't look good. She might die," I lie smoothly and look at Angela, but she keeps her eyes fixated on our hands. But I can swear she is doing her best not to smile, and it infuriates me. At least with this lie, she will stay away from Liana. "That's terrible," Mother exclaims. "What happened?"

"I don't know," I say firmly. "We're starting investigations tomorrow. That reminds me."

"Jack," I turn to him. "I'm terribly sorry but we'll have to postpone our meeting. This is a priority. If the employee dies, I will be dealing with a shit storm."

"Sure, sure," Jack nods. "I understand. I would do the same. Another week or two will make no difference."

"Thank you," I smile and stand up. Now that Angela and I are engaged, there will be no pressure from his side. Little does he know that I have no intention of renewing the contract with his company. When I am done, there will be no ties between us. Not personally, or business. "If you'll excuse me. It's been a long day and it's not going to be better tomorrow."

"But what about us?" Angela looks at me with teary eyes. "We should celebrate."

"Daughter, be reasonable," Jack steps in and I could kiss him at that moment. "As future Luna, you should be supportive in situations like these and ease his stress. Not add to it."

"You're right," she lowers her gaze. "I'm sorry. I'm just so happy that I forgot about my responsibilities for a moment."

"No Jack," I decide to play the dedicated fiancé. "It's reasonable for her to be disappointed. Angela, how about I make this up to you and you plan an engagement party? We keep tonight's news to ourselves and announce it publicly with all our friends and families present. How would you feel about that?"

"Really?" She looks at me with big, sparkling eyes.

"It's the least I can do," I shrug.

"Yes," she jumps up and hugs me tightly. "Thank you."

"Then it's settled," Jack grins from ear to ear. "Tomorrow we will return home and start the arrangements."

I smile satisfied as I wiggle myself from Angela's hold and walk to my room. Not only is Angela going home, but she will also be occupied, and Liana will be safe.

**

I moan in pleasure as my erection grows harder and desire pulses through me. Yes, I groan inwardly. Her mouth is so soft and warm. I missed her so much since... my eyes fly open.

In horror, I look at my groin where blond curls are bobbing up and down. I must blink a couple of times to register that it is a very naked Angela who is sucking on me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I bellow and try to pull out of her mouth without harming myself.

"Pleasing you," she looks up and glides her tongue along my shaft.

"Angela, get off," I twist myself away from her hold and get out of bed.

"I'm your fiancé," she pouts as she stands up and walks to me. "It's my duty to relief your stress."

"This is not helping," I protest as I walk to my closet and put on boxer shorts. "I need sleep."

"Everybody knows sex reduces stress," she laughs coquettishly as she comes closer.

"Not when it's against one's will," I cross my arms in front of my chest.

"Why did you even propose if you don't even want to touch me?" She asks angrily.

"It's not that I don't want to," I say calmer and change my attitude. "But this is inappropriate. For goddess's sake, your parents are under the same roof as us." "Now that we're engaged, Daddy won't mind," her voice is sultry as she comes closer.

I wreck my mind to replace a solution to get her out of here. No way in hell am I sleeping with her. But I must do something to keep her satisfied and obedient.

"I mind," I growl as I take her by the throat and pin her against the wall.

"When I say it's inappropriate, it's inappropriate," her eyes widen and fill with fear as I tighten my grip, but it soon makes way for lust when I slip my hand between her legs and start rubbing her clitoris. Instantly she spreads her legs and looks at me with anticipation.

"When I say I need sleep, I need sleep," I say as I rub harder. "If I want you in my bed, I will call on you. If you ever disobey my orders again, I will not touch you until the wedding night."

"Do you understand?" I grunt as I continue rubbing her.

"Y... yes," she pants.

"Do not make a sound," I order her, and she nods. I have no desire to hear her moans of pleasure. All I want is for her to cum so that I can get her out of my room and some sleep.

She bites onto her lip as her body tenses as I relentlessly continue. I close my eyes and lower my head to hide my disgust about what I am doing.

By her shallow breathing, I can tell she is not going to last much longer, and I release my grip around her neck a little before I choke her to death.

"So," I lean forward until our faces are only inches apart and increase my finger's speed. "Be a good girl and go back to your own bed."

She closes her eyes and whimpers as I continue my onslaught until she starts trembling.

"Oh... oh..."

"Not a sound," I hiss, and she clamps a hand over her mouth as her o****m ripples through her.

After a moment she goes limp, and I let go of her. She clings to the wall as she catches her breath and looks at me with a mixture of [**t and victory.

"This is so much better than a kiss," she pants. "Are you sure I can't do the same for you? I want to. I so desperately want to."

"No," I turn my back on her. "Now leave."

I listen to the door open and close as I walk to my bathroom. My skin is crawling from her touch. Vigorously I scrub my hands with soap and water to get rid of her stench. I only stop when it feels like I am about to remove my skin.

With a heavy sigh, I dry my hands and rest them on the counter as I look at myself in the mirror. How and when did things get so out of hand? How did I never realize how crazy that bitch is? For f**k's sake, she is capable of murder.

Furious at myself, I punch the mirror and it shatters into pieces. A sharp pinch radiates up my arm and I look emotionless at the blood on my knuckles. It is only a super visual scratch, but I deserve to lose this hand. I touched Angela with it. Worse, I pleased her with

it.

Filled with disgust and self-loath, I step over the glass shards and lock the door before I climb back into bed. But as tired as I am, so restless am I. I want to be with Liana. No, I need to be with Liana.

I reach into the bedside drawer and take out the ring box. For a moment I stare at the perfect ring and fantasize about how I am going to propose to Liana and what our future will be.

The thoughts calm me enough to make me smile and I put the ring back into the drawer before I finally drift off to sleep.