Alpha Edward's POVOf course, I knew she wasn’t going to refuse me. Obediently, I watched her slowly take off her clothes, including her underwear, and stand naked before me. Gazing lustfully at her nude body, I gulped and sipped my drink. As instructed, she went over to the bed and lay on it like a motionless woman.The sight of it made me uncomfortable. I wanted her to be obedient but not motionless. So, I dropped the glass of wine in my hand and took a deep breath.“Amanda,” I called, “come over here.”At first, she was confused, but she obeyed and left the bed. She walked over to where I sat and stood before me, her eyes void of emotion.I gazed at her body, and unexpectedly, I pulled her to myself and made her sit on my lap while I positioned her legs on each side. Our gazes met, and I felt compelled to look into her eyes. There was something about those eyes of hers that kept me locked in.As we exchanged glances, my eyes went to her lips, and out of impulse, I slammed my lips a

Amanda's POVI wanted to dare him and leave, but I feared the consequences. I was getting tired of the punishments and couldn’t wait for Bella’s killer to be found. Once he or she is caught, then I will say goodbye to this life of torture and go to a faraway country, perhaps China, and begin my life anew.Left with no choice, I decided to join him in the bathroom. After all, what was the worst that could happen?Entering the bathroom, I met Alpha Edward, already naked, his back turned against me as he stood in the shower, a transparent glass separating us from each other. Despite not wanting to look, I found myself drooling over his well-structured body. He was perfect in everything: his height, his olive skin tone, his well-built muscles, and six-pack would make anyone drool. Just as mother would say, she called men as handsome as Alpha Edward the first seed of the goddess. She said they were the ones the goddess specially created with her hands, not that I believe those tales.“Don’

Alpha Edward’s POVIt's been more than an hour since she left, but her scent lingers in the room. What's more surprising is that she smells so different. A few weeks ago, she had this rusty, musty scent, but suddenly, she smells so fascinating. I couldn’t really place the scent, but it was alluring and fascinating. To get more of her scent, I lay on the bed and sniff the remnants of her scent, and god, it's turning me on. I could vividly feel my whole body reacting to it. “Fuck!” I grunted and left the bed. Pacing around the room, I began to wonder what was actually wrong with me. Why was I acting differently towards Amanda, a lady who killed my mate? Why was I not hating her like I should? For goodness' sake, she killed my mate! Why was I forgetting that all of a sudden? “Something doesn't seem right,” I grumbled to myself, and just then, a knock came on my door, and through the scent, I realized it was Matthew. “Come in.” He opened the door and stepped in. Our glances interlocked

Amanda’s POVAt first, I didn’t care what they were doing; he was a monster, and I hated him. But as I watched, I began feeling a clench in my heart. Watching my mate, a man who is supposed to love, adore, and protect me, with another woman, moaning loudly in ecstasy was something I couldn’t endure, no matter how hard I tried.I tried to suppress my emotions, but I couldn’t. Instead, my eyes began brimming with tears. When I realized I couldn’t stay and watch anymore, I decided to leave, but he stopped me, paid the lady, and asked me to wait until he returned.I wished I could ignore his commands and leave, but I was scared of the implications of my action. Inhaling deeply, I wiped the tears on my cheek and composed myself. He didn’t deserve a single drop of my tears.A moment later, I heard his footsteps behind me, announcing he was out of the shower. He didn’t say a word to me, but rather, I heard movement around, and after a moment, he spoke. “Turn around,” his voice was low and te

Amanda’s POVHe seemed confused by my actions, but he didn’t push me away, which was a sign that he wasn’t against my offer. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I looked into his eyes and smiled. “You are not forcing me, neither am I doing it against my will. I'm willingly offering myself to you tonight; you can have me as much as you want,” I declared. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, but what is the harm in it? I would prefer Beta Matthew, a man who believes my words and wants to help me, to a mate who has caused me nothing but pain.I noticed he wasn’t making a move to touch me, but rather, he just kept staring at me, which gave me a clue that maybe he wanted me to make the first move. So I took off the blouse I was putting on and was left only in my bra. His eyes settled on my boobs for a second before he looked back at me. Smiling awkwardly at him, I went for the hook of my bra, but he suddenly got up from his seat, and I wrapped my legs around him while he carried m