His Mafia Prince

(ARLO) Feeling Miles’s muscular chest behind my back and his thighs spread against mine irritably turns me on. Having his arms around me and his palms spread on my tummy makes me feel weirdly needy. Weak even, and I fucking hate it. I don’t understand these feelings. I don’t give a flying fuck about Miles. Why would I? Because we had sex? Please. That means nothing. That was short-lived.

Despite this uncomfortable unsettling attraction, I have to admit that something is going on between me and Miles. My attraction to him is not my conscious choice. It was purely my instincts drawing me to him. I’ve never been in touch with that part of myself, unlike other omegas. Me craving Miles is very unnatural.

But I still accepted his knot and bite last night.

I must have been crazy.

Memories of how pathetic I was last night resurface and I wince. I have let him fuck for the second time. Twice! The fact that I don’t like him but I keep letting him in my body makes no sense. Last night felt like total madness descended on me. Perhaps if I was in my right mind, I wouldn’t have let him mark me. I don’t understand how I went into heat despite taking the heat-suppressing pills.

I need to get myself together regardless of what happened last night. If I wanted an alpha to sire my child, which I definitely don’t, Miles would be my last choice. I would never choose him. He is a brute thug who kills for fun. He is never alpha I would make babies with in my right mind. I hope that I’m not pregnant because if I am, I will terminate it without a second thought.

Fear slams me when the dirt bike sputters. Is the engine dying on us? What could have gone wrong? I catch Miles’s tension too. His arms instinctively tighten around me as though he is protecting me. Luckily, the bike keeps going and I sigh with relief.

I expect Miles’s hold to loosen, but it doesn’t. He rests his chin on my neck and I feel his warm breaths puff against my ears.

Part of me wants to shake him off me, or maybe head-butt him. I don’t give into those feelings though. I tell myself to not do that because I might end up tipping the bike and land us both on the rocky ground. But really, I don’t think that’s the reason for my hesitation. All I know is the idea of hurting him or breaking his bones isn’t exactly appealing right now.

I still plan on murdering Sasha. Which means my plan to kill Miles is still intact. But for now, the truce works in his favour.