Sold To The Demon Alpha
Chapter 45

Aria’s POV

I was sure that I had seen Roma shirtless many times as well as the other wolves because werewolves apparently did not have a problem with nudity since they literally ripped clothes apart if they shifted and were naked by the time they turned back to human.

But everytime I saw Roma, my brain seemed to cease functioning and I got hot and flustered.

I stared at him, my mouth slightly open and watched as he turned around fully as if wanting me to get the full view.

Throwing the shirt to the bed, he raised his eyebrow with a smirk on his lips, and I had to admit grudgingly that when he was not looking like a gargoyle, he was the most attractive man I had seen.

“I’d like to say that I’m surprised that you’re here but you’re the only one who has never been scared of walking in and out of the West wing like you live here.”

If he wasn’t smiling, I would have thought he was incredibly upset about me being in the room again but I still shook my head to clear up the misunderstanding.

“I swear that this time I’m here with permission. Agatha is unwell and I was told to fill in for her and…” I trailed off when he removed the belt from his jeans and didn’t know when I closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me, his eyes dark and he reached out his hand to touch my hair.

Removing a white strand from my hair slowly, he showed it to me with an innocent smile and I released the breath that I didn’t even know I had been holding.

“This was in your hair. I’ll be in the bathroom. You can feel comfortable” And then he turned around and headed into the bathroom.

I remained in the same spot, my cheeks flaming until I heard the shower running and tried to snap myself out of the trance that i had placed myself in.

Why had I thought that he was going to do something else? Like k**s me?

It was because he had looked like he was going to. He had literally given me a strip tease, had he not? Or was I just being delusional now?

I had become even more delusional after that k**s that by the way, since I had said I had no memory of, could not bring myself to ask him.

Make myself comfortable? I looked down at the chains that lined the entire room like it was a network and wondered what he used them for?

b**m? I shuddered just imagining it.

I could certainly see someone like him being into that type of thing. His entire personality had a presence that was dark and dominant.

b**m? I shuddered just imagining it.

I could certainly see someone like him being into that type of thing. His entire personality had a presence that was dark and dominant.

But I suspected that it might be something more. I had read a lot of smut and it didn’t feel like this was what was happening here. My mind went back to the rumours that I had heard about his wolf and didn’t realize that I had been singing absentmindedly until I heard his voice again.

“You have a beautiful voice, Aria.” His deep voice filled the room and goosebumps erupted all over my body.

I raised up my head to reply when I saw that the only thing on him was a white towel.

His hair was damp and water trickled down his abs and disappeared down his body.

I saw his mouth move and wondered what it would be like to k**s him sober. My memory was fuzzy at best but without a doubt, that had been the best k**s I’d received.

He looked at me with his brows raised.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you could sing that last bit for me again.”

Blushing, I realized that I had not been listening to him, carried way in my fascination with his body that I had not heard him speak.

Clearing my throat shyly, I nodded and sang the ending of the song again, looking at the ground.

When I was done, I looked up at him and saw that his expression had softened, his eyes dark with an emotion that I could not recognize and I shifted from one foot to the other nervously.

“Have you always been able to sing like that?” He asked and I nodded, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Besides art, I’ve always loved to sing. I was even in music school before…” I trailed off and when his eyes widened, he understood what I was referring to.

The night he came to make my father pay for his debts and took me.

The night that my entire life changed. The night that I found out that werewolves were real and lived with us in the mountains near my town.

Realizing that the tension in the room had thickened, I cleared my throat.

“I can play the guitar. It’s my favorite instrument but I’ve not really had one since the last one broke.”

I omitted the real truth behind the destruction of my guitar. The truth that it was actually my father who had destroyed it in one of his drunken rages because I had refused to give him money from my savings working at the restaurant to buy alcohol.

And that I didn’t bother to get one again because I was scared that it was going to happen again.

He nodded, his expression still stoic and I wondered if I had said something upsetting.

Picking up the cleaning materials, I bowed and quickly left the West wing, hurriedly heading to the infirmary for my next assignment.

On my way to the infirmary, I stumbled upon Carlos and Salem talking in the hallway.

Taking a step back, I waited, knowing that eavesdropping was dangerous if I got caught but curious to know if the rumours about her and Carlos was true.

I remembered that Sophia had said she was interested in Roma but also having an affair with Carlos.

Peeking, I saw Carlos glare at Salem as he grabbed the back of her neck.

“So, it’s true then? You’re still setting your eyes on Roma?”

“And why not? It’s not like you’ve got better to offer.”

Laughing bitterly, Carlos slammed his hand against the wall beside her head and his eyes darkened in rage.

“You know that he’s just going to use you, right? You’re nothing but a slut in his eyes. To be used and discarded.”

“And is that not exactly the same thing you’re doing with me? You only want me because your brother does. The same way you want everything he has.”

“Shut your trap, b***h”

Salem laughed and kissed Carlos on the lips and my eyes widened.

“Roma will notice me, with or without your interference, Carlos and I would quite prefer if it is the latter.”

Fleeing the scene before they would catch me, I headed to the infirmary and as I assisted Scott, one of the healers to arrange the supplies, my mind went to what Sophia had said and what Salem had confirmed.

Did it mean that Roma was indeed considering Salem?

And why did that make a knot form in my chest?

Jealousy was a b***h.