Betrothed To An Alpha? I Don't Think So!
Chapter 67: You And I Are Nothing

Chapter 67: You And I Are Nothing

"Do you love him?" Zayne’s blue eyes were just as cold as a frozen sea. She’d never seen them like that before. "Yes or no. Answer me."

She blinked at him.

That couldn’t be. There was no way she loved Valerio. Not at all. She was over him. I mean, it’d been a year. Why would she still love a man who’d rejected her like a cold-blooded bastard?

"I do—"

"Forget it. I can already tell."

"What?"

"Get out, Evelyn."

"No."

"Evelyn—"

"No, I’m not going anywhere. You’re not the boss of me and you don’t tell me what to do. If I want to stay in here, I will and there is nothing you can do about it," she snapped at him, boiling. "You don’t tell me to leave when you feel like it. I said, no."

"Evelyn, vattene," Zayne cursed under his breath. "I don’t have time for any of this."

"Ho detto, no," she responded, refusing. "I’m not going anywhere."

He dragged his fingers furiously through his hair, turning to have his back to her.

"What is your problem?"

"My problem?" He dry-chuckled.

"Yeah, your problem, Zayne!" she spat. "So what if I’m in love with him? Who cares? It’s none of your business. I mean, it’s not like you and I—"

It was quick. How for a second he was over there, and the neck, he was in her face, caging her against the closed door she stood in front of. Both his hands were slammed on either side of her head, face so dangerously close, she could feel the heat of his breath.

"What did you just say?" he questioned with a growl.

Evelyn’s chest bounced up and down in heavy breathing, eyes locked on his.

"Repeat it."

"Even if I was in love with him... I-It’s none of your business."

The man dropped his head against her shoulder, chortling to himself. When he lifted his head again, every trace of blue in his eyes was gone, replaced by that golden color, she had no clue how it was even possible.

They were cold, lifeless even as if they belonged to something entirely different.

"You’re driving me insane, Evelyn. Look what you’re doing to me." He glared up at her.

She stared at him, swallowing the thick lump in her throat.

"You love him?"

She frowned at him. "I didn’t mean—"

"You can’t love him. Ever. And you know why?" His hands balled against the cold wood of the door. "Because you are mine. You belong solely to me. To me and me alone."

She blinked at him. "Zayne—"

"No one can have you. No one and never that fucking filthy human. You can’t love him, you can never be his. You were made for me, Evelyn. And I will break him apart if he even so much as touches you."

"Zayne—"

"MINE," he spat.

"You’re crazy!"

"And it’s all your fault," he said. "Do you know what you fucking do to me? No one can get on my nerves like you do. You drive me out of my mind like no one ever can, every damn time. Everything I feel, it doesn’t matter what, it’s you, all you, always you. You do this to me!"

Silence fell between the two of them. No words were spoken. They were breathing heavily, Evelyn staring at him and him gazing at her.

Her eyes fell to his mouth and so did his, throat working in a quick swallow.

He suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair, bringing their faces close together. His warm breath fanned over her lips. She bit down on the bottom in anticipation.

"D-don’t..." Her mouth was uttering one thing, yet she wanted a different thing.

"Too fucking late."

He slammed his lips to hers, claiming her like she was his.

Oh, but she was.

It didn’t matter how hard she wanted to deny it, or that she didn’t know it yet, she was his. And nothing was ever going to change that.

Evelyn opened up with a soft sound, letting him possess her—to devour every cervix of her mouth. He nibbled at her bottom lip, then plunged his tongue into her mouth, kissing her in a way no one ever would, in a way no one ever can.

Just him.

Her body melted into his hold with every nip, every sound he released down her throat. She panted and tugged at his hair, a sweet pain he gladly tolerated.

His hand left her hair, falling to her exposed back. And Evely shivered at the touch, chilly against her skin.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to have this sort of control over her. What happened to winning whatever this was between them and leaving at the two-month mark? Why was she letting herself get stuck under his palm?

No, no, she was completely losing the plot. She was willingly letting this man get under her skin and it wasn’t supposed to be this way. It shouldn’t be this way.

Get a grip, Evelyn!

Biting down hard on his bottom lip, she watched him step back, skin bloody and smeared.

"You little!" Zayne dragged a thumb over his lip, glancing at her.

She took a deep breath and glared at him. "I’m not yours and I don’t belong to you, Zayne Mancini. Whether or not I love Valerio has nothing to do with you. Just because I let you kiss me doesn’t mean there is anything between us."

"Oh. Is that so?" he asked with a lifted brow.

She scoffed, mocking him with her expression. "For a man like you, it’s funny you think a kiss makes me yours. Then again, I guess that’s not surprising. Any woman would lose their mind over you. The thing is, it’s just not me."

Turning, she grabbed the door handle to leave. However, Zayne’s speaking brought her to a stop.

"This is how you want to play it?" he said, amusement evident on his face before they suddenly died off, replaced by a blank expression lacking warmth. "Loose that bastard, Evelyn. I’m not a man who shares, and I won’t start with you."

"No," she responded, adamant.

"Is that so?"

"Did I stutter, Zayne?"

"This is how you want it, huh?"

"Meaning what?"

"You better be able to swallow what you’re dishing out to me right now Evelyn. You don’t know how much you’re killing me."

"I don’t care." She shrugged. "Why would I? You and I are nothing."

"Fine," Zayne said, tone oddly calm. "Suit yourself."

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