Sold To The Demon Alpha
Chapter 47

Aria’s POV

The only sound in the room that was louder than the ticking of the clock was my heart as it pounded erratically in my chest from the way Roma looked at me.

I wondered what was going on in his mind as he looked down at me. And as quickly as the moment came, it was over. Because one minute, Roma was hovering over me, and the next minute, he was facing the wall on the far end of the room.

His shoulders flexed as he ran his hands through his hair and I stood up from the ground, feeling self conscious.

Had he not wanted to k**s me? Was I imagining it?

I looked towards the door and took a step forward when he turned around.

“Stay, please.”

I was about to shake my head but when I looked at him, all of the facial armour that he was always putting on had fallen off and I saw desperation in his eyes.

He looked like he was holding himself back from saying something and I wanted to know what, was desperate to know what was going on in his mind.

He opened his mouth to speak when suddenly he shook his head and forced back a growl.

My eyes widened in panic and he moved to sit on the bed, his head in his arms.

“What’s wrong?” I asked in a small voice.

“The full moon. It’s a full moon today.” He whispered and my eyes widened in understanding.

According to Sophia, during the full moon, the emotions of the wolves were more heightened as well as their tendency to want to shift into their wolf forms. Usually, most of the wolves were already in the woods, running wild and howling at the moon. I wondered why Roma’s own was not the same.

Why was he not running out in the wild like the others? I had never seen Raphael turn down an offer to show anyone his fur before. So why wasn’t Roma doing the same.

“Please play something to me?” He whispered and I hesitated, looking at the guitar.

I had never played with such an expensive instrument before and I wondered what was going to happen if I wasn’t any good. It had been so long since I had touched a guitar.

Sitting on the couch, I reached for the guitar and tested the strings, gently.

I heard chains rattling and when I looked up, my eyes widened in horror. I had wondered how Roma had used those chains and now that I was seeing how he did use them, my heart constricted.

Clamping the chains one after the other, he started with his ankles, then his neck before his wrists as he relaxed on the bed.

I rose to my feet and rushed towards him with eyes wide.

“What’s going on? Why are you doing that? Are you okay? Do I need to call for…” He smiled and this was the first time I was seeing his fangs.

I’d never understood Sophia’s obsession with fanged smiles until this moment.

I knew I was going crazy because nothin about Roma Ruggiero seemed to frighten me even when I knew that it was wise to be scared.

“Yeah, I’m fine. These are just like precautions. Wouldn’t want to turn into a large creature while you’re playing that. Will you play something for me? Please?”

And there was that look again and that smile. Parts of Roma that I didn’t think he even knew he had. That he never showed people.

Scian had told me that there was a time Roma’s smile was one of the brightest and most innocent in the pack and I hadn’t believed her.

But now, seeing him give me a boyish grin, I wanted to reach out and pat his head gently.

Clearing my throat, I went back to the couch and closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath as I tuned the guitar.

“Do you have anything you’d like to hear?” I asked, my voice gentle and he shrugged, resting against the headboard.

“I’m sure that I’ll like anything you play.”

Nodding, I decided to sing one of the songs that I had written.

“Okay, here goes” I told him and closed my eyes, too shy to sing with my eyes open.

I started slowly and I didn’t realise that I had gotten lost in the song, my voice gaining momentum as I strummed the strings of the guitar like I had been using it for a long time.

I finished the last note and when I opened my eyes, I saw that Roma’s eyes were closed and that he was still. Had he fallen asleep?

I didn’t know why I felt relieved that my song had been able to put him to sleep but he looked a lot younger, his face free from all of the worry lines and frown that he usually used as armour to remind everyone else that he was to be feared.

He was beautiful but not in the way flowers were, but in the way one would look at a shiny blade or dagger.

Gently, I rose to my feet, taking the guitar with me and walking on my tiptoes, a gentle smile on my face.

I was about to leave the room when I heard his voice.

“Do you like the guitar?”

I turned around to look at him and his eyes were not open. He opened them gently and I realized that he had not been asleep at all.

“Yes, I love it. Thank you.”

He nodded.

“It’s the least I can do, for keeping you here. Will you play one more song for me? Please?”

Nodding, I sat on the edge of the bed this time and played the acoustic version of a popular Selena Gomez song.

This time, I did it with my eyes open, watching as he stared at me intensely as if he could see to my very soul.

But as I progressed on the song, I saw his eyes close gradually and by the time I was done, he was asleep.

Releasing a soft breath, I stayed where I was, watching him sleep and looked at the chains, sadness gripping me.

“Why are you not outside with the others but here, Roma?” I whispered into the empty room and when he didn’t answer, I knew that he was well and truly asleep.

Covering him with the blanket, I reached out a hand to touch his hair but at the last minute, I stopped myself, looking my fill before I took the guitar with me and left the room.

I didn’t realize that I was crying until I reached the corridor and my vision became blurry. And I knew why I was crying.

It was because somehow, without even knowing how, Roma had gotten under my skin, so deep that I didn’t know whether it was a good or bad thing that he was going to release me when I was done paying the debts of my father.

Because even with all the times that I had warned myself, I had gone and fallen for the one man that I should never have.

I had fallen for Roma Ruggiero.