Claimed By The Rogue Alpha novel Chapter 38

==Matteo==

I was in an oven. Hot vent of air was squirted at me. Turning again, for the hundredth time, my eyes slipped open.

This was no oven. This was my room, but it had somehow had become enchanted and was now attempting to roost me alive. I took my eyes to the A.C. The swishing of air met my ears. So, the stuff was working. Why then was this place blazing hot?

Just to be sure, I walked to the A.C and shot my hand up. Cold air hit me, but it didn’t last long. As soon as the air hit me, it disappeared immediately, as if a force had driven it away.

My pajamas was glued to my skin. Sweat covered every part of my body. I frowned. What was all these?

I picked up the telephone beside my bed and was about dialing up my butler when something clicked inside of me. I reached for the desk calendar, narrowing my eyes on the date.

May, 28. That couldn’t be right. I fished out my phone from a drawer, tapped it on and was met with the same bomb.

May, 28. 00:09. The fuck. How was that possible? Groaning, I slumped on the bed. Fuck. The full moon was going to appear this night, and I hadn’t at all prepared myself for it. I wasn’t prepared.

I closed my eyes, as I rubbed my temples. Fuck, how did that escape my memory? Even so, I'd thought the full moon was to happen a couple of days ago. What…

A groan left my lips. What was wrong with me? How could I have mixed the dates up? I couldn’t understand how that had happened. I was meticulous. Heaven knew that. So, it was really a thing to be concerned about that something as important as the night of the full moon had escaped my mind. Something inside of me, that tiny little voice pointed accusing finger fingers at Olivia. Was there any other explanation? Of course not. The pest really was getting on my nerves. And the manner in which she occupied my thoughts was concerning, to say the least. Just yesterday, a couple of hours ago, she had on the most lascivious smirk on her face. And what was up with her dress. I groaned.

The damn shop manager had gotten slutty pieces, when in fact, that was what I didn’t want Olivia to wear. I ran my hand across my hair. Fuck!

I smashed my fist on the wall. Fuck. I didn’t need all these now. I didn’t need the distraction, the sexual tension. I needed none of those! But for some damn reason, my fucking brain couldn’t understand. It didn’t grab the message.

I rose from the bed and began pacing. And why did the damn bitch return the kiss? For fucksake, why? She could easily have pulled me away, and if that was physically challenging, she would have bit me hard on my tongue. Or lips. Smacked me, spew in spit in my mouth, whatever. She'd have done those and save me from this misery. I’m going to have to stop this. There was no way I could function normally with Olivia going about dressed like an escort. I just couldn’t take it anymore. The only way I could make that happen was to be cruel. Harsher than I'd ever been. Thankfully, the full moon was going to happen today. I should get my senses back. I should realise I was a devil. And nobody dared alter my mood. Certainly not a frail looking human girl.

She couldn’t help but get frustrated. One, she was battling with her desires. Almost every night, she saw him in her dreams tearing her clothes apart and fucking her. One of such nights had left her moaning in her sleep like a deranged animal. And when her eyes had happened to slip open, she was clothed in mortification. Granted, her roommates were stoic (typical of the workers here), but she sure as hell knew the kind of things that were going on in their mind.

The second reason for her frustration was the portion. The love portion she'd gotten. The sorceress had told her that she only needed to sprinkle the fluid in his meal.

“Just do it for a month,” she'd said.

This was two months now, and The Master hadn’t come around. He still was as cold as ever.

She signed. No. She didn’t see herself giving up. She was gonna get a taste of his juices, come rain come shine. Whatever it took, she was gonna do it.

Taking her gaze back to the The Master’s room, she muttered, “Hang in there, Matteo. Hang in there.”