MATED TO THE SECRET ALPHA
Chapter 199: Make Me Forget

Chapter 199: Make Me Forget

Warning: light R18

"Make me forget," she whispered, grinding against his erection as she pressed her forehead to his. "That I’m supposed to be furious with you. That you lied. That you’re a scheming, evil, daring, ancient bastard who always gets what he wants."

His hands gripped her waist with restrained force, holding her still as his lips brushed against hers.

"Say it again," he rasped.

Her breath hitched. "That I hate you?"

"No," he murmured, brushing his nose against hers. "The part where you asked me to make you forget."

She didn’t reply—not with words. Instead, she rolled her hips slowly against him, the thick layers of their winter cloaks doing nothing to mask the growing heat between them.

"I want you," she breathed, cheeks flushed from more than just the cold. "Here. Now. Make me forget everything you’ve done, but you."

A growl rumbled from deep within his chest, primal and possessive. He tugged her cloak loose, his hands slipping underneath to find her thighs—bare under the folds of her dress. His gaze darkened as he realized how ready she already was for him, like her body had been waiting for this moment since the second she saw him again.

His fingers slipped through the juice and she moaned, tightening her walls around the invaders as they raked her world.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered against her lips, though there wasn’t an ounce of restraint in his grip anymore.

She shook her head, biting his bottom lip in defiance. "Don’t... you dare." She managed amidst moans and whimpers.

The carriage rocked slightly as it turned down a cobbled road, but neither of them noticed. His mouth claimed hers in a fierce kiss, all heat and fury, while his other hand rested at the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

"You feel everything, don’t you?" he groaned into her mouth.

"Every damn inch," she panted. "But I want more."

He tore his cloak off, then hers, letting the chill of winter bite at their necks while heat bloomed between their bodies. The fogged windows of the carriage were the only witnesses as he unfastened just enough to free himself, then slid her underthings aside with practiced urgency.

When he pushed into her in one smooth stroke, she gasped—half in shock, half in desperate relief. He swallowed the sound with his mouth, hands cradling her like she was breakable, even as he thrust up into her with a hunger that said otherwise.

Each movement stole another memory, another sharp edge of her anger, replacing it with the ache of pleasure and the raw, unspoken truth of what they still meant to each other.

He growled into her ear as she clenched around him.

Her moan cracked in the cold air, shaky and desperate, echoing inside the enclosed carriage like a secret neither of them could take back.

Reana clung to his shoulders as she moved above him, cloak slipping down her arms, her breaths turning into sobs and sighs—like she couldn’t tell if she was unraveling from the pleasure or the ache. Probably both.

"I hate you," she gasped, slamming her hips down, taking him deeper. "I hate you so much, Ryder."

His jaw clenched, his hands moving to guide her again, reverently, urgently. "I know," he murmured, voice hoarse. "I hate me too."

Her eyes glittered with unshed tears, and she laughed—broken, bitter. "I didn’t want to see your face again. I swore if I did, I’d slap you. Curse you. Walk away..."

"But you cuddled me instead. You kissed me," he said, resting his forehead against her chest, like he couldn’t bear to look at her without falling apart.

She wrapped her arms around him, riding him harder now, her pain pouring into every movement. "Because you make me so angry. You make me crazy. And no matter how much I try to forget you, I still look for you in every shadow, every stupid echo."

His grip on her tightened. "You think I don’t ache for you?" His voice cracked. "You think I haven’t wanted to rip my chest open just to bury you inside where it’s safe? You’ve haunted every step I’ve taken since the day I was born."

Her breath hitched, her movements stuttering as his words sank in. "Then why did you keep doing stupid things?" she asked, her voice breaking. "Your excuses are no excuse at all. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re an asshole."

He didn’t answer with words.

He gripped her hips and thrust up into her, hard enough to steal her breath. She cried out, nails digging into his back, and his lips found hers again—hungry, pleading, like he was apologizing with every kiss.

"I’m sorry," he whispered between thrusts. "I’m so sorry, Reana. I didn’t know how best to approach this matter. I was scared." He admitted amidst heavy breaths.

She didn’t speak. She pressed her lips to his temple. "I loved you at first sight. I would have still loved you without the schemes and pain."

Ryder halted, eyes locking hers in place. "You would have mated with Hale. I wouldn’t have gotten a chance. I would have come as Alpha Snow. I wouldn’t have gotten a chance."

"Kael and his mother wouldn’t have let him live. And maybe he would have lived, but there wouldn’t have been a psychopath threatening us right now." She pressed her forehead to his and started rocking her waist. "That person is more dangerous than you, I can tell. I don’t want you getting hurt."

Ryder’s lips claimed hers as his hips moved. His rhythm turned frantic, like desperation had taken hold. His kisses bruised her lips. His hands worshipped her body, trailing every curve and every dip. Like her body was holy, and he was a starving man at the altar.

"You don’t know what you do to me," he groaned. "You drive me mad. Your lips, your scent, your voice. I want your forgiveness, Reana. But I’ll take your hate if that’s all you’ll give."

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