Sold To The Demon Alpha
Chapter 68

Aria’s POV

“Have I told you that you look great?” Scott said for the hundredth time as we entered the movie theatre and I laughed, nodding.

I was wearing a backless floral dress paired with boots and a jean jacket and my hair was down instead of up the way I always put it because of work.

“You too.”

The picnic had been wonderful and it had made me almost forget about Roma.

Almost.

Scott was delightful and like the little that I knew about him, the rest of what I learned about him was nothing but absolutely mundane for a werewolf.

Roma and Scott were probably total opposites of each other.

Where Scott was extroverted and didn’t mind talking about any and everything, Roma usually could spend an hour just staring and absorbing his environment and he was terribly antisocial.

Well, that was wrong. He tried when he was around me and surprisingly, he had a sense of humour and a sarcastic streak that apparently only Raphael seemed to bring out of him on a regular basis.

Scott had that boyish smile that came easy to him while Roma who didn’t particularly care for smiling had a disarming smile, perhaps because he hardly ever did.

And then Scott was not a demonic wolf with glowing eyes and the temper of a blazing hurricane.

Oh, God. Why was I comparing the two of them?

Scott linked his hands through mine and I realized that I had been lost in thought and missed almost thirty minutes of the movie. It was a romantic comedy and yet the more I watched the couple, the sadder I got.

“Are you enjoying the movie?” He whispered in my ear and I shrugged.

“Yet to be seen. Let’s give it a few more minutes.”

When I glanced at my phone, there was a message from Sophia that made me smile.

Sophia: you better not be moping pretty girl and these pictures are hot! You should take more and send.

I got invested in the movie halfway through and by the time I stopped my mind from actively thinking about Roma, I started to enjoy the movie but everytime that the main characters kissed, it felt like they were mocking me.

Because everytime their lips met, I bit my l*p as I remembered Roma’s lips on mine.

When the movie was over, we had ice cream and ran errands for Scian before we headed home and I realized that Sophia was right.

I needed to make an active step to move on and going on this date was the first step. It was not horrible at all and it helped me recover some part of my self esteem that had been violently crushed last night when Roma had sent me out of his room.

When we arrived at the pack and Scott helped me out of the car, he sighed.

“As much as I would like to keep you because I had such a wonderful day, our fun time today has come to an end, regretfully.” He said in a fake British accent that made me laugh.

“Indeed.” I replied and he gestured towards the door.

“Go on in.”

“What about the stuff for Scian?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take it to the infirmary. You should get some rest.” He answered and I nodded, turning around to leave before I stopped and faced him again.

Raising myself on my tiptoes, I placed a soft k**s on his lips before I ran inside, not wanting to see his reaction.

I headed to my room to replace Sophia lounging on the bed and when she saw me, she squealed, pulling me inside.

“Tell me everything.” She asked and when she opened a pack of chips and a bottle of juice as she waited for me to speak, I rolled my eyes playfully at her theatrics.

I told her everything and when I told her about the k**s, her mouth fell open.

“So how did that feel?”

I shrugged. It didn’t feel bad but I had no idea if I had just done it out of gratitude or something more. It was different from the way I had felt when Roma kissed me. Far different.

“Okay, let me allow you to rest. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you.” She said, placing a k**s on my cheek and I waved at her.

“You can keep the dress. It suits you better.” She said before she closed the door and I grinned, blowing her a k**s.

Quickly undressing, I headed to the bathroom and when I entered my room, already wearing a long t-shirt and drying my hair with a towel, I froze at the door when I saw Roma sitting on my bed, his position tense.

Our eyes met and as those eyes of fiery pale glass blue collided with mine, my entire body shook and I felt as if I had run a mile. It didn’t even matter that right now he was on my s**t list.

I was forgetting why I was even mad at him the longer I looked at him.

I was forgetting myself.

This was the one difference between Scott and Roma that I had not cared to think about.

With Scott, it felt safe and comfortable but with Roma, it felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff but I felt alive. So alive.

Rising to his full height, he turned to face me and I swallowed, pressing my back into the door.

“What do you want?”

“Did you like it when you kissed him?” He whispered, his voice raw and when my eyes widened in surprise, rendering me speechless, he took a step forward.

“I need you to answer that, Aria. I need to know if you liked it. If you like him. If you think he can make you happy.”

“Why?” I snapped, tired of the mixed signals and without even meaning to, I closed the distance between us and looked up at him, incredibly upset that he would confuse my heart like this. Just when I thought I was going to be able to move on from him, he was here tearing down everything with just one look.

“Why do you think you deserve to get an answer from me? Is it because you’re the boss? Well, I’m at my wits end. And I will not allow you to keep pushing and pulling me like I’m a toy.”

His face hardened and he cupped my jaw.

“Is that what you think? That I enjoy playing with you?”

My entire body shook from his touch but I didn’t give in. I couldn’t. Not when I knew he would leave again like it meant nothing to him because it meant everything to me.

“Yes. That’s what I think.”

“Do you like him, Aria?” He asked again and I frowned, grabbing his hand that held my chin even though I didn’t push him away.

“Yes.” I answered and he nodded.

“And me? How do you feel about me?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, it matters very much, Aria Ajello. And your answer will determine if I damn all of the consequences of wanting you or not.”