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Chapter 8 - Chapter 8

BIBLE'S POV

After waking up with a head-banging headache, I had breakfast and freshened up.

I was bored and decided to head to the gym for a quick workout with my friends whom I invited.

After a quick workout session, we headed home.

My dad informed me about a campaign that was organized in a park, and he needed me to show up.

I freshened up, changed into a suit, and headed there in the car my dad sent.

Getting to the arena, a lot of supporters were gathered to cheer for their various parties.

I was welcomed with flashing lights from cameras and journalists asking questions I had no idea about, because I'm just here to smile and wave.

My dad's security team was quick to come rescue me from the midst of story-hungry journalists.

I was escorted backstage where I met my dad. He was preparing to go on stage to talk about what he would do if he won, and why he should be supported and voted for.

While he was rehearsing his speech with me, that familiar scent filled my nostrils. I froze on the spot, and suddenly the memories of last night flooded into my head, making me remember exactly what happened.

Shit, shit, shit—this can't be happening.

Flashback to the night before:

"I'm right here."

"I'm an Enigma."

Me laughing in his face.

End of flashback.

I just remembered that I met him last night at the bar.

I took a deep breath as I tried to calm my nerves.

I excused myself and walked as fast as I could to the restroom.

After relieving myself, I stepped out of the stall and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair as the memories of last night kept plaguing me.

"Fuck," I muttered.

Then suddenly, that same scent filled my nostrils again—the same scent I was running from.

"Are you trying to avoid me?" I heard that same deep voice say.

As I turned back to reply, he was already standing right in front of me, facing me. His scent hit me harder, making my knees weak. I couldn't even look up because he was staring through my soul with those dark eyes of his.

"No," I replied, barely in a whisper.

I'm an alpha—why is my body reacting to this man like this?

I finally gained the courage to look at him too.

But his face was already closer, and our lips were almost touching.

"Why would I run from you?" I replied, somehow finding new courage while staring back into his eyes.

Man, I'm about to piss my pants, but I wouldn't back down.

"Okay, if you say so," he replied while sliding his hands onto my waist.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I said, trying to move away from his grasp, but he was stronger.

"We are both alphas, and we cannot be doing this," I said, feeling weak in the knees.

Deep down, I didn't want him to stop either.

Then he lowered his gaze from my face to my neck, and he leaned down into the curve of my neck while sniffing.

What the fuck—isn't this done when alphas want to mark their omega mates?*I thought mentally.

Then he started sucking on my neck, and I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped my mouth.

"Stop—this is a bad idea," I said while pulling him closer.

"Hm. You're saying I should stop while you keep pulling me into you?" he said in that deep voice, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Fuck," I whimpered, and I used all my strength to push him off me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Don't ever do that again," I said while moving toward the door, trying to escape this whole scenario.

He didn't reply. He was just smirking while staring at my neck.

I opened the door and walked back to where my dad was, adjusting my clothes.

"Where have you been? It's almost time to go up on stage," my dad asked, looking worried.

"Sorry, I was using the restroom," I replied, trying not to think about what just happened in there.

"Alright then," he said while heading out to the stage.

"Wait—what's that on your neck?" he asked, squinting his eyes.

"What's what?" I asked, confused.

Then I pulled my phone from my pocket, tapped the camera icon, and Lo and behold—there was a giant fucking hickey right on my Adam's apple.

Fuck, fuck, fuck—this motherfucker sucked on me like a damn leech, huh.

Right then, I sighted him from afar, smirking at me.

I wanted the ground to just open up and swallow me whole.

 To be continued 😉

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