Alpha Derrick's POV
My feet felt frozen to the ground as I stared at him, my heart pounding violently in my chest.
"What do you think you are doing?" I asked in fear and panic. I had never been this scared in my life.
Nathan scoffed bitterly, turning to face me. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he mocked. "Of course, I'm going to jump from this window and end it all."
My heart raced in a way I never imagined it could. "Stop it, Nathan! Come down from there," I urged in a frustrated tone.
"And why should I?" he spat. "Death is better than this life of slavery."
I shook my head, my palms sweating and my heart throbbing. I was so terrified that I didn't know what to do.
"My father killed your parents, so why shouldn't I die? That is the best solution to all this, isn't it?" he smiled bitterly, and I shook my head in fear. A sudden burst of anxiety and panic filled my entire being, and I didn't know how to explain it.
"Come down, Nathan," I demanded desperately. I didn't even understand why I was begging him, why I was so terrified at the thought of him dying.
"I should get down?" he asked with a raised brow. "So you can inflict pain on me? No, Derrick, death is far better than being alive."
"No!" My words came out desperate, and I saw a victorious smile appear on Nathan's face.
"You should be happy, Derrick. You've finally gotten your revenge," he sneered, then turned away. "Watch this. I believe you'll enjoy it…"
Before he could leap into the abyss beyond the window, I lunged forward with a speed I didn't know I possessed, wrapping my arms around him just as his foot left the ledge. Our bodies collided with a force that knocked the breath from both of us, and we crashed back into the room in a whirlwind of chaos.
My heart pounded with tension as I held on to him with all my strength, refusing to let him slip away. His eyes, wide with shock, met mine. "Let me go, Derrick!" he screamed, his voice echoing off the walls. "Let me end this!"
But I couldn't. I wouldn't. Not when I wanted him alive, not when the thought of him dying scared me so much. With every ounce of determination I possessed, I held on to him, my heart pounding in sync with his.
Nathan struggled against my grip, his body thrashing. "Fuck! Derrick, just let me die," he demanded angrily, his voice filled with desperation. "Just let me go."
He struggled even more to free himself from my grip, which frustrated me. I had to force him onto the floor with his back-down while I climbed on top of him and pinned both his hands above his head.
"I won't let you die, you hear me? You won't die!" I yelled out my frustration while glancing into his anger-filled eyes.
"You have no right to die, Nathan. You are mine, and I am the only one who has the right to kill you. Apart from me, no one else has the right to take your life—not even you!" I spat out my frustration and fear.
Nathan's glare hardened. "Just let me die; let's end all this, bastard," he spat, but I shook my head. There was no way I was letting him die. I hadn't even had my revenge yet, and he wanted to die? Hell no!
"What do you stand to gain by keeping me alive? Why don't you just kill me and end all this? You can chop off my head."
"Stop it!" I urged.
"I won't! Just kill me!" he demanded desperately. "Kill me and end all this."
"I won't," I stated firmly.
He groaned and began struggling to free himself from my grip. "Stay still," I ordered, but he didn't listen. Instead, he kept struggling. "Just let me die. I want to die. I can't live such a life! Why can't you—"
Frustrated, acting purely on impulse, I did the only thing that came to mind—I crashed my lips against his.
Nathan gasped, his entire body going rigid. At first, he struggled, trying to break away, but I didn't let him. I forced my way deeper into the kiss, my desperation pouring into it. After a few moments, he stopped fighting. He parted his lips, letting me in.
I kissed him roughly, pouring every bit of anger, pain, and frustration into the kiss.
His body slowly relaxed beneath mine, surrendering to the moment. I released his wrists, my left hand sliding under his shirt. My fingers found his nipple, and I pinched it lightly. A low moan escaped him, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
Encouraged, I moved to the other nipple, rolling it between my fingers. Another moan slipped from his lips, and my own breath hitched.
Damn it. This was my first time kissing a man, and yet, it felt better than any pair of lips I had ever tasted before.
Driven by something raw and uncontrollable, I reached for his pants. Slowly, I unzipped them, sliding them down along with his underwear. My breath hitched at the sight of him, but I didn't stop. I parted his legs, my fingers trailing down until they reached his entrance.
The moment I touched him there, he shivered, a soft moan slipping past his lips.
Deepening the kiss, I gently teased his entrance before slipping a single finger inside him. He gasped against my lips, his body trembling beneath me. A wicked grin curled my lips.
I stroked my finger inside him, then added another, moving slowly, savoring every sound that escaped him.
His moans grew softer, breathier, his body responding to my touch in ways I hadn't expected. My own arousal strained against my pants, but I ignored it, too focused on the way he reacted to me.
Nathan's moans turned into desperate whimpers as he grew wetter around my fingers. The heat, the way he clung to me, the way he surrendered to my touch—it drove me insane.
A throaty groan left my lips as I felt his wetness on my fingers. I wished to pull off my pants and fuck him—damn it, he was so wet—but I fought against it.
We continued kissing while my fingers fondled inside him.
Realizing that he was running out of breath, I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down his body until I found his left nipple. I sucked on it, earning a loud moan from him. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as his body arched into me.
I switched to his right nipple, teasing and sucking, while my fingers continued working inside him.
The way he moaned, the way his body writhed—it was intoxicating.
And then, with a strangled cry, he came.
I felt his release coat my fingers, his body trembling beneath mine as he reached his peak.
Breathing heavily, I slowly pulled my fingers out, releasing his nipples as I leaned back to stare at him.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, his face flushed, his sea blue eyes clouded with confusion, lust… and something else.
Hate.
Even in his pleasure, even after everything, he still hated me.
So do I.
As I stared at him, I couldn't explain what was happening to me. I couldn't understand why I was so scared of losing him. The thought of him dying scared the hell out of me. Here was the son of the man who destroyed my life; I was supposed to kill him, torture him, and inflict nothing but pain on him, but here I was, lustfully staring into his eyes.
We continued staring at each other as if we were mesmerized by each other's gaze until suddenly, the door of the room opened, and I had to break eye contact with him and look at the door to see who was coming in. Looking at the door, I realized it was a female maid walking in.
"Goodness, apologies, Alpha," she lowered her head to the ground as she dashed out of the room and shut the door.
Grunting, I looked back at Nathan, who was trying to cover himself up. As I stared back at him, I couldn't explain why I was being pulled by him when I was supposed to hate him. Realizing what I was doing, I grunted and moved away from him. Getting up, I arranged myself and noticed the bulge in my pants. Ignoring it, I looked back at Nathan, sitting on the floor, his eyes turned away.
Silence hung in the air as I didn't know what to say or how to react. We remained silent for a long time until I composed myself and decided to speak.
"This should not repeat itself," I warned, referring to him trying to kill himself.
He didn't say a word or look my way. I grunted out my frustration and ran a hand through my hair. I was confused and didn't know what else to say.
"Guards!" I called out.
Two guards walked in.
"Take him back to his cell and make sure he is being monitored," I said.
The guards yanked Nathan up from the floor, but he didn't struggle with them, nor did he look my way.
Returning to my private chambers, I slumped onto the couch and shut my eyes. Memories of what happened a moment ago replayed in my head, causing me to question myself. I couldn't explain why I got so scared and panicked when I saw him trying to jump out of the window. There was a sudden sensation of fear that gripped me, something I hadn't felt before. Something didn't feel right, and perhaps I should stay away from him for a couple of days to clear my head.