Rejecting the billionaire, or alpha

Chapter 5

** trigger warning: dubious consent for s*x**

Christabel ran out before anybody could stop her. She ran barefooted until the garage before she realised that her car keys weren’t with her. For a moment, she contemplated if she could climb over the walls and shift to her wolf form before running to her condo. Her wolf knew the way home anyways.

“Er herm, young miss,” Mr. Key’s voice came from behind Christabel.

Christabel whipped around in surprise. There Mr. Keys stood with her car keys in his hand.

“I believe you are looking for this?”

Relief flooded every fibre of Christabel’s being. Mr. Keys always managed to get her the right things at the right time. She beamed at him as she took the keys and jumped into the car.

“Might I ask, young miss, will you be coming back for Christmas?”

“If this family still has a place for me, Mr. Keys,” Christabel answered and revved the engine before driving out of the gates of the Ross mansion that Mr. Keys so kindly left open for her.

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The next day, she slept till late afternoon. When she woke up, there were dozens of missed calls from the Ross family but none from Laxton. She was still in a daze as she drew a bath and laid in it thinking about her life in a daze.

She had always known that she would need to repay the Ross family for adopting her, for giving her education, and for raising her. But she didn’t think that they would want to marry her as a form of repayment!

Water splashed everywhere when she slapped the water in frustration. She buried her head in her hands. She loves Laxton, she doesn’t want to marry an unknown person.

But at this point in time, werewolves and humans had divided territories and ruled the territories independently from each other. Every territory does not discriminate against species so both werewolves and humans could finally live in peace together. The werewolves who control territories are called Overlords while the humans are called Kings.

After the war and after the territories were divided, the Remus Alpha, who was the last leading Alpha in the war, commanded that every family living within a territory will be a nuclear pack. So every family’s head is an Alpha and every family Alpha bows to one Overlord. Everyone was fine with this arrangement but werewolves whose very nature was territorial, cannot expand their territories anymore. So, werewolves now dabble into business and expand their financial territory instead. They muddied themselves in the underworld or did anything to gain wealth, to gain an upper hand on the rest of society so that their families would stand out on top of everyone else.

This is why the possibility of Christabel being married to the Owain family is very real. The Ross family is in a powerful position now but they’re not in the top 5 families of the Silver Territory. Darric and Vivian will not be satisfied until they are the top family… but does it mean that she has to sacrifice herself for their cause?

Could I escape from here? But I worked so hard to join the Silverclaw firm, how can I leave it now?

As her headache intensified, she heard a click from the living room. Her vigilance rose immediately as she c****d her ears. The security of this compound has always been good, nobody should be able to come in without her permission, unless-

“Bels!”

A voice that could soothe her soul came from the living room.

“Here!” She answered from the bath.

A moment later, the door swung open and the person she missed the most appeared before her.

“There you are,” Laxton smiled. He was tall and lean, his muscles were toned and flexible from his dance regime. He had dark, tight curly hair and thick eyebrows like fat caterpillars. He was as pale as it can be, when they were younger, he was always teased for his pale skin which was an undesirable quality on male werewolves because it means that he isn’t exposed to the sun and doesn’t train enough. But he turned it around on the bullies and became the one of the top rated supermodel in the country.

“Why are you home so early?” Christabel asked as he sat down on the side of the bathtub. “Weren’t you due for Silverthread Territory?”

“I’ve done it this morning, silly. You forgot about the time difference,” he answered while reaching out to lightly pull her nose between two knuckles.

Huh?

Before Christabel could ask any further, his body had slid closer and his hand which was at her face had moved lower and gripped her breast.

“Laxton…”

His scent intensified in the humid room, sticking to the air, immediately affecting her. Laxton wasn’t her fated mate but his scent never repulsed her, in fact she was pretty attracted to it. He smelled like wood on fire, it always stood out from all the other smells around her.

His lips parted and his eyes lit with desire. Christabel’s gaze directed lower and saw his hard on. Immediately, she knew that he needed her now and she knew that she had to satisfy him. His face became more lewd so his hand wandered elsewhere on her body. She couldn’t pull her eyes away from his and he was the same. He approached her and planted a kiss on her forehead while she lowered her head and closed her eyes, savouring the feeling of love travelling down her spine. He sat up and removed his clothes in a blink of an eye. Then he plunged into the bathtub, splashing water all over the bathroom floor.

His raging hard on poked out of the water above her thighs. His hand wandered between her thighs and easily found her little nub, he stroked it familiarly, touching all the right spots. The oils she put in the bath earlier made her feel more elated. Moans escaped her lips as he kissed the corner of her lips and slowly inserted his fingers into her.

“You’re so hot, Bels,” his hot breath hit her earlobes right before he bit it.

Christabel cried out in response when he pushed two fingers in. She tried to push him but he put his body weight on her and covered her lips with his. He gently nibbled on her lips and the minute she opened her mouth to moan, his tongue invaded her immediately. His tongue was sweet and danced with hers, stroking under her tongue, eliciting moans she couldn’t suppress. Then he sucked on her tongue hard, drawing all her breath with it and pulled out with a tsk sound. He looked at her blushing face, the tips of her ears were pinkish, and even her neck was red. His heart was racing, his lust increasing, needing an outlet. He positioned himself over her and her eyes widened when she realised what he was about to do.

“No, wait! Condom!” she pushed at him. He caged her between him and the tub and lowered himself on her, she tried to put distance between them until her head was just above the waterline.

“Bels, you’re so ready for me. Please? I won’t shoot inside. Relax, ok? Bels…” he whispered sweet nothings as he massaged her with his fingers, making her melt more, making her head blank with pleasure.

“You say no but you’re so tight down here, Bels… Ahhh… you’re so hot…”

He lowered himself and held his d**k in one hand, positioning it at her entrance. He rubbed her clit with it then teased her right at her entrance, all the while hmm-ing, asking for permission. He pushed his tip a little inside before retracting it, he repeated a few times while she whimpered with her eyes closed, then she moaned and nodded her head. It wasn’t like this was the first time they did it raw, she trusted that he knew the risks and won’t put her in harm’s way, so she relented in the end.

He didn’t waste any time at all, the minute she nodded, he pushed his hard c**k all the way into her, making her scream and scratch his biceps and shoulders. He pumped into her a few times, releasing groans of pleasure as she floundered in the water. When he stopped, she held onto his neck but didn’t stop moaning as his d**k was still inside, grinding her insides, making her feel hot and bothered.

She felt like she had melted in the tub but the bright fluorescent light stings her eyes. She gradually stopped making lewd sounds that echoed in the bathroom when he started moving again. They were entangled for a while before he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom to continue. It was only at dawn that she finally drifted off to sleep with him beside her, their previous argument was forgotten and never spoken of again as usual.

The next morning, she woke up with the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen. It took her a minute to remember what happened last night and that Laxton is back! Excited, she quickly put on some clothes and ran to the kitchen.

“Morning!” she chirped at Laxton, happy that he was back and they could finally talk.

Although Laxton and Christabel were highschool sweethearts, the truth is, they didn’t spend all that much time together. In the beginning, it was because Laxton is incredibly popular in school (which prompted the bullying from the male students) and so, they didn’t want to appear too close to each other so that Christabel doesn’t get targeted for snatching the school’s most popular kid. So they only met during weekends at Laxton’s house but only if his parents weren’t around. Then when they started working, Laxton became popular almost overnight due to his parents’ influence and connections - the Redolf family is also one of the top 10 wealthiest families in Silver Territory, ranking higher than the Ross family. So Laxton was away for work a lot while Christabel worked her ass off to get her degree and Bar exams before finally qualifying as a lawyer.

It was rare for them to spend quiet times together, they’re not even living together. So it was nice to see Laxton in her home especially after a terrible day at the Ross’ the other day. She can’t wait to tell him about it and find out what he thinks, and brainstorm some solutions.

“Coffee?” Laxton held up a cup to her.

“Ah, no, I don’t drink coffee,” she answered bewildered.

Doesn’t he know I don’t drink coffee by now?

“Oh ya, doink!” he laughed while slapping his forehead, “so forgetful.” His bright smile was dazzling and his eyes were wide with an innocent charm. It made people feel like he was innocent and naive so it must be just a mistake. True enough, Christabel dismissed it and smiled while walking to the shelves to get tea bags.

“So how was Silverthread?” Christabel started.

“Ugh, let’s not talk about work, it’s really annoying as it is that my agent kept texting me. He never lets me rest, at all. I had to escape from the backdoor yesterday,” he rolled his eyes and rumbled on.

“Aww, will he come looking for you here? But I’m so glad you’re here though,” Christabel smiled brightly at him, the joy of knowing that he had to sneak away to come meet her bubbled in her heart.

“Of course I’ll come over to see you, babe,” he rubbed her cheek and then bent down to kiss her lips sweetly. Their breaths tangled and he gazed into her eyes while rubbing her cheek, “wanna do it?”

“What? No,” she laughed and pushed his hand away. He groaned in disappointment and turned to the island. She went around the island and plopped herself on the stool. “It’s so early and we literally just did it this morning.”

“But… who asked you to be so hot!” he pouted and pretended to accuse her.

She laughed and felt her heart lighten a few degrees. This was why she fell in love with him, he was charming and always made her laugh in any possible ways he could find. He chased her by writing poems and cracking lame jokes to make her laugh when she felt overwhelmed. When she agreed to date him, he gave her a bouquet of roses with a poem in it too. In return, she made him a bottle of stars she made herself.

After they bantered a little, Christabel wanted to tell him about Owain’s proposal.

“Laxton, I have something to tell you and I need to brainstorm with you about how to resolve this.”