Selling Myself To The Alpha
Chapter 56

Liana

POV

Panic creates havoc in me as Axel undresses. My eyes fixated on the mark on his neck. I did that. Me, the girl crying her eyes out because he left me. Why would he want to stay? Look what I have done to him!

He has been apologizing and asking for forgiveness when it should be me grovelling in front of him. I was the moron falling in love, I am solely responsible for my broken heart. It is not his fault. And I am the one who inflicted physical pain, not him. For f**k's sake, I scarred him. "It's not nothing," I shout as I grab his hands before he can pull down his boxers.

"Please," I beg softly as I look at him. "I'm the one that should be apologizing, not you."

"It's not what you think," he smiles sadly. "It doesn't hurt."

"Bullshit," I grunt and gently lay my fingers on the mark. Instantly he flinches and I look at him sternly. "See? It does hurt. It's warm and obviously sensitive to touch. It's most likely infected. You need to go to the doctor and have that looked at. You'll probably get a tetanus shot."

"No, I won't," he laughs heartedly, and I look at him flabbergasted.

"This is not funny, Axel," I say furiously. "This could become life-threatening if left untreated."

"It's a little funny," he winks at me.

"Asshole," I shove him hard against his chest, turn around and blindly storm off.

"Liana, wait," he shouts.

"Die and see if I care," I yell angrily over my shoulder.

Can anyone please explain to me why I love that jerk? I put myself through hell this weekend thinking that he left me when he only could have told me that I hurt him. And now, when I apologized for it and try to be helpful, he laughs at me. Laughs! "Will you stop running away?" He catches up with me.

"No," I grunt and keep on walking.

"You're going the wrong way," he chuckles.

"Any way away from you is the right way," I huff.

"Why are you so mad?" He grins.

"Because you're laughing," I come to a standstill and turn to him. "That thing could start oozing pus any second and you're laughing about it."

"Okay, wow," there is no laughter in his voice and his eyes are serious when he looks at me. "There is nothing wrong with my mark. I'm a wolf, remember? If there's one thing I know, it's bitemarks. It's not infected, and nothing will discharge from it. I will not have seizures and die."

"Is that why you laughed at me?" I ask angrily. "Because I'm too stupid to know that."

"Liana, I didn't laugh at you," he rests his hands on my shoulders. "I promise. It was cute that you care, and it made me happy."

"You're still a jerk for laughing," I say stubbornly as I walk back to the car. But I must bite my lip to stop myself from smiling as relief washes over me.

I still feel terrible for biting so hard but at least he is fine. And I put myself through hell for nothing this weekend. He did not leave me, I assumed that he did because of his reaction. A reaction I caused by biting him. Axel POV

I laugh softly as I watch her walk away but my smile falters after a moment. She still has no idea what this mark means.

I sigh heavily as I follow her to the car. I must tell her the meaning. It will be selfish not to. Liana must decide what she wants to do about it.

A part of me does not want to do it. If I do not tell her, she cannot reject me. But keeping this to myself is getting dangerous. I will not be able to control my wolf forever.

"Liana, wait," I call as I jog to her, and she turns around. "We need to talk."

"That doesn't sound good," she swallows and looks sceptically at me.

"It's serious," I nod and take a deep breath as I search for the right words. "You're right, the mark isn't nothing."

"But you just said..."

"Medically it's fine," I cut her off and take her hands to calm her down. "But... what are you doing?"

My mind ceases as she leans forward and gently kisses my mark. Instantly my wolf stirs, and my erection grows. "Apologizing," she smiles sweetly.

"You shouldn't do that," my hands ball into fists as I fight my wolf. "I don't want to hurt you again."

"I don't understand," she frowns.

"When you touch my mark, you're connecting with my wolf," I struggle to say the words and ignore my desire. "That's why things got so rough Friday, and you got hurt."

"You didn't hurt me," she looks at me in amazement. "It was different but not painful at all."

"Good to know," my chest heaves up and down as I concentrate on my breathing. "You should go now."

"Are you about to shift?" She looks at me with big eyes.

"Pretty much," I grunt. "So, please, stop talking and get out of here."

"But I've seen your wolf before," she protests. "What's different now?"

"Liana, please, this is becoming unbearable," I kneel and dig my fists into the dirt. "Touching my mark arouses my wolf. I must either shift and get rid of this energy or take you to bed. So please, for the love of the goddess, leave." "Then take me to bed," she whispers as she kneels next to me and kisses my mark.

I growl loudly as desire pulses through me but that does not deter her. It only encourages her to suck on my mark and I lose it. My wolf wants his mate and she just offered herself to him.

My arms clamp around her and she wraps her legs around my waist as I stand up. Liana keeps on caressing my mark as I walk to the car with long strides. My erection is painfully hard by the time I open the backdoor and lay her down.

We maintain eye contact as she removes her clothes and lays on her back. My wolf growls in satisfaction when she places her ankles on my shoulders. I drink in her naked beauty before I slowly bury myself in her warmth. She moans softly and swirls her hips and I thrust faster and deeper into her. Her breasts move along with my rhythm, and I cannot tear my eyes away from her perfection. Liana moans louder and I reach for her clitoris. She gasps loudly as I stroke her with the same rhythm as I shove into her. "Yes," she arches her back, and her legs start trembling as she cums. I shove harder and deeper until I replace my release and ejaculate.

My legs are weak, and I close my eyes for a moment to regain my composure. Liana removes her legs from my shoulders and stands on her knees in front of me as she wraps her arms around my neck and longingly kisses me. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me as I deepen our kiss.

"Now, isn't this more fun than running," she murmurs against my lips.

"We still need to talk," I chuckle before kissing her again.

"If it's bad, I don't want to hear it," she says determinately as she pulls away and starts dressing.

"It's not bad," I sigh as I walk to my bundle of clothes. "It's complicated."

"I don't want to talk about that either," she replies, and I shake my head.

"Liana, if we don't talk about this, I'll be taking advantage of you and I don't want to," I explain as I pull up my pants.

"Fine," she hops out of the car fully clothed. "What's so important that you need to spoil my afterglow?"

"This mark," I point to my neck. "It means something to wolves, Liana. You accidentally marked me like I'm your mate."

"What?" Her head jerks to me and her eyes are wide as saucers. "Are you serious?"

"Now is not the time for joking," I sigh as I take her by the arm and lead her towards the car. "It's a wolf thing. We mark our mates by biting onto the neck."

"But I was Wyatt's mate and he never said anything," she frowns confused. "Or tried, for that matter."

"Because he was in love with Gwen and not with you," I explain as we drive back to the office. "When we replace our mates, we can choose to accept or reject them. If we choose to accept, we complete the ritual by leaving a mark and that's when our wolves connect." "Oh shit," she looks at me with devastation. "I'm so sorry. How do we fix it?"

"You either become my mate or you reject me," I answer nonchalantly but honestly, my gut is in turmoil. I deliberately do not tell her that we are mates. I do not want to force her to accept me. If she chooses me, it must be out of love and not an obligation. This is the moment of truth. My mate is either going to break my heart or make me the happiest man alive.

"What happens to the mark if I reject you?" Her question makes my blood ice over and I hold tighter onto the steering wheel.

"It will fade away and disappear," I reply through clenched teeth.

"Good," she sighs and rests her hand on her chest. "I would feel terrible if I scarred you for life by accident."

Her answer is like a ton of bricks dumped onto my heart and I keep my eyes fixated on the road. I feel like shit, and she has not even officially rejected me. It is going to hurt like a bitch.

My phone rings and I answer when I see the office's number.

"Sir," Juliana's voice fills the car through the speakerphone. "Angela is here to see you."

I close my eyes and crank my neck to the side. This is the very last thing I expected or needed.

"Tell her I already left for Dallas," I say brusquely and disconnect the call.

"Are you okay?" Liana asks concerned. "You're as white as a sheet."

"Just peachy," I grin sarcastically. The last thing I want to do is make her feel guilty for rejecting me, but I am incapable to pretend that it does not hurt. "I simply don't have the energy to face Angela." "Okay," she replies softly as I pull into the parking lot.

"Please book my plane ticket and mail the details," I manage to sound normal and look at her. "I'm going to hide at the airport."

"Have a safe trip," she leans over and kisses me quickly before she hops out of the car and walks away.