Chapter 137

[Evelyn’s POV]

“You’re really going to make me head to the dining room?” I asked weakly.

My voice felt strained. Actually, my entire body felt like it was seconds away from slipping to the ground.

Sex on the table in the library seemed like a lovely idea at the time. However, the moment the last of my pleasure was wrung out, and I was able to think clearly, I quickly came to realize that it may not have been the wisest decision.

My muscles were screaming at me for a real break as Alexander pulled me along through the hallways.

He looked back over his shoulder at me and smirked. My insides fluttered from the instant memory that came from that same look.

It was enough to send a sharp pang of heat straight between my thighs.

At one point, he’d taken my legs and placed them over his shoulders. He’d stolen the very air from my lungs with every thrust that turned damn-near brutal. For a brief moment, I had felt Alexander’s jealousy.

To think someone like him would ever be jealous of someone like Liam. It was so insane that it almost sent me into major hysterics. There was absolutely zero comparison between the two of them.

If I really allowed myself to harp on the situation, I would ultimately have come to the embarrassing conclusion that I had wasted my time on Liam.

Sure, at the time, he was nice. He was cordial when the two of us were together. Clearly, I’d misjudged his feelings for me since it was so easy for him to drop me for Samantha...No matter.

I’d let go of my feelings toward Liam and our failed relationship long ago. There was no point in hanging onto something so empty when I found myself in a better place—with a better person.

Alexander was turning out to be everything I ever wanted in a partner. Yes, the man had his flaws. But, there again, no one was perfect. I was more than willing to accept the man for all his quirks, qualities, and his dangerous ambitions.

As opposed to settling for someone like Liam who only ever used me to better his own pack, Alexander treated me like a real equal. He exposed me to a world I never knew was possible. He was a giving lover, that was for sure.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt myself reaching that glorious peak. And that was only because Alexander knew how to get me there. He wasn’t afraid to explore this intimate part of life with her.

That being mentioned, I was sort of hoping that the two of us would have gone back to the bedroom where we could at least for a little while.

“Would you prefer it if I carried you?” he asked smoothly.

I scrunched my nose and narrowed my eyes at him.

“Don’t you dare,” I hissed quietly.

God only knows the number of people who possibly hear us in the library.

The thought alone made my cheeks flush a rosy shade of pink. Of course, Alexander was quick to chuckle.

“Are you sure?” he asked. His expression was nothing short of smug. “I can see that your legs are still shaking.”

Yes, my legs were wobbly beyond my control. I had no doubt that I looked like a newborn fawn trying to get their bearings. I glared back at him with an unenthused look.

“Well, perhaps the next time you fuck me, you’ll be generous enough to do it someplace with a bit more cushioning,” I said tightly.

All the smugness had instantly dropped from his face. It wasn’t often that I ever saw Alexander genuinely shocked. But, hell. The man looked as though I personally insulted his stamina.

Within a flash, I went from standing in the middle of the hallway to being pinned against the wall. Alexander managed to clamp both my wrists above my head and place his thigh between my legs. No matter how much I tried to move, I wasn’t able to budge.

I was trapped.

A small, antagonizing smile played on his lips. “You’ve got quite the dirty mouth on you,” he whispered.

My mouth twisted into a knowing smile.

“Perhaps, you’re rubbing off on me,” I commented.

He let out a deep hum of approval from his chest. “Be very careful what you say, sweetheart,” he warned. “Between the two of us, I’m not ashamed by the idea of sinking into the tight wet heat between your thighs, right here where anyone could find us.”

My mouth fell open. He raised his other hand up to gently outline the shape of my lips.

“You think your legs are sore now...Just imagine what I could do that could keep you from standing for days.” He leaned in and gave me a chaste kiss. “Now, come on. I need to get some food in you.”

And just like that, the man turned on his heel and began making his way toward the dining room, leaving me breathless and my mind blank.

Oh my God...I think I married the devil.

...

Alexander and I ate our dinner in comfortable silence for the most part. Frankly, I had no fault with it. There were still far too many thoughts flying around in my mind anyway.

When the staff came in to clear away our plates, I remained sitting in my chair, pondering what the next part of Alexander’s agenda was.

“I can hear you thinking over there,” he said softly.

“I’m just wondering what is going to happen next,” I said. “I mean, Michael is no longer going to stand in anyone’s way...What now?”

He lightly nodded his head.

“I guess, what I really want to know is...What are your ultimate ambitions, Alexander?” I questioned. “What is it that you want to see happen?”

He lowered his gaze to the table. “I’m sure you’ve already started piecing it together for yourself. I want to dethrone the Alpha King.”

“And you’re looking to take his place.”

“If not me then who? There are far too many corrupt people that would love nothing more than to take Gregory’s place once he is seen as too unfit to rule.”

Each time I thought back to Michael’s trial, I felt an uncomfortable feeling rake over me.

“I may not know the King as well as some other people do, but I can truly say that I did not like the way he acted in that courtroom,” I said. “He just seemed so unprofessional and condescending.”

Alexander reached out to take my hand.

“You’re not wrong in your assessment,” he affirmed. “Gregory has a tendency to talk down to whoever he dislikes as a way to make himself feel less threatened.”

“It’s all because he feels threatened by you.”

A look of hesitation crossed his features. “I didn’t want to say anything before the court hearing, but...I’m fairly certain that Gregory had a hand in planning that car accident.”

I shot straight up in my chair and gaped at him.

“When Oliver and I went to the junkyard and spoke to one of the managers, he claimed that he saw Michael having some sort of heated discussion with a guy. A guy who just happened to be wearing an old royal emblem on his jacket.”

I sucked in a sharp breath as that information slowly sank in. “Well, that explains why he looked so thoroughly pissed off when I showed him the evidence of Michael at the Mechanic shop,” I muttered.

Dealing with Michael was one thing, but overthrowing the actual King was a whole dilemma all on its own.