Claimed By The Dangerous Alpha King: Betrayed Luna Novel by Gorgeous Aliyah

I stomped up the stairs, my anger boiling over like a pot about to explode. I was beyond frustrated and it felt like I was going to rip open in only a matter of seconds. Just when I think that I’ve reached the peak of my anger, Aston helps me unlock so many new levels. It’s like the man just knew how to push my limits, both on the bed and off it. I really needed to stop being so f***g malleable.

How dare he try to control what I wear? Controlling where I went, who I saw? What I did, where I ate, slept or breathed was not enough, he wanted to control what I wore now too. Not like it was the strangest thing that was out of place seeing how he controlled every other aspect of my life but it didn’t make it any less annoying.

What was it with Aston and driving me to the wall and through it I was so mad that it felt like was tears were going to staff streaming from my face anytime soon.

1 felt like I was being treated like a doll, dressed up to please his eyes. I thought it was bad back at the boutique because of how embarrassing it was but it was so much worse with just two if us in the house. So many things could go wrong. I could loose the little dignity that I had lett, I could do things that I would never be able to live down in my entire life. Things that I would probably spend the rest of my life regretting. I could not control the way that I felt around Aston or the things that I felt around him.

I hated the thought of it. My mind raced with memories of how I regretted giving in to him in the past. I was determined not to make the same mistake again and how was I supposed to do that and keep to the promise I made to myself if I was supposed to wear the skimpy dresses that he got for me while cooking his meal? Did it get any worse than this?NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I scrambled through the pile of clothes that he got for me, upending each one and every one of the fancy paper bags one by one. It used to be my favourite part of shopping but now I was dreading what I was going to find because I was sure about the things that we got at the boutique and none of them were holy. I didn’t think much about it because I thought that I wouldn’t have to wear them till I was back at his palace but this was so much different.

I ransacked the pile trying to pick something that didn’t make me look like the s***t that he intended to dress me up like but there was close to nothing that would make me look at least halfway decent except this black leather dress, it didn’t reveal any cleavage and it hard long sleeves too, with the fabric stretching to my neck and covering every part of my chest.

As I changed into the dress that wasn’t too revealing. I couldn’t help but think about how I had let him walk all over me before. I had been so desperate for his approval, for his love. But now, I saw him for what he was a manipulative. controlling person who only cared about himself.

I would not be mad at how I looked if it were to be in better circumstances that I got the dress. The fabric stuck to my skin like a second skin and it matched the black colour of my hair. I rolled my hair up into a bun and let loose strands fall to my face making me look rough, neat and **y all at the same time. The dress was not all that bad, the only downside was that it was short. Almost too short but it was either that or half of my *s were dangling in the air and completely within Aston’s reach.

I took a deep breath and headed back downstairs, trving to compose myself. The dress was making me feel uncomfortable as hell. I had dragged it down so much, I had almost stretched out the Fabric but it still did very little to cover my things. It felt like breeze was sneaking its way under the dress and making my a** feel cool I wondered how much more worse it would feel if I had listened to Aston and actually worn one of those lingerie that he got me. My butt hole would have been frozen by now there was no escaping the pain.

I was trying my best to act unaffected and pretend that I was not self conscious and genuinely worried that my a***was hanging out of this godforsaken dress ut as soon as he saw me, his eyes roamed over my body, making me feel like a piece of meat. A piece of meat that he used to devour. His stare were making me hot in all the wrong places, I was feeling the intense urge to cover my things and run back upstairs, to escape his lustful stare that was making me feel equally as lustful

I felt my face flush with ein***ent and my heart race with anxiety.

“What are you staring at?” I snapped, trying to hide my discomfort. I didn’t want him to know how much his gaze affected me. He didn’t need to know that, that is, if he didn’t already know. No subtle signs or displays ever went past Aston so I was qure that even if he was oblivious to my actions, then he would definitely catch up soon or he already did and was just pretending so he could make my life more miserable than it needed to be.

“You,” he replied, his voice husky. “You look amazing, Kira.” He said it like he was entitled to my body, like he had a right to look at me however he wanted.

1 rolled my eyes. “Can we just focus on cooking dinner?” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice came out shakier than I wanted it to,

He chuckled “Ah, yes. Dinner. And entertainment. That’s what you’re here for, after all.” He said it like I was some kind of ser***nt, like I was only there to cater to his needs. I did remember agreeing to travelling miles with him only to come and cook and be his entertainment but there were also a lot of things that I didn’t after to and none of them seemed to be going away anytime soon.

I glared at him. “I’m not here to entertain you. I’m just here to cook dinner.” I tried to sound firm, but my voice was shaking with anger.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, come on. You know that’s not the only reason I brought you here. You’re here to keep me company, to entertain me.” He said it like he was reminding me of some unspoken agreement, like I had promised to be his personal entertainer.

I shook my head. “You’re impossible.” I spat the words out, trying to convey my frustration.

He grinned. “Repeat that.” He said it like he was daring me, like he wanted me to say something I would regret but I already had enough regrets, I could not keep adding to the list until I couldn’t live with myself anymore. Life was already hard enough.

I ignored him, heading into the kitchen to start cooking. But as I bent down to grab a pot, he called out my name loudly making me flinch and almost hitting my head on the counter top.

“Kira, why didn’t you change into one of the lingerie like I asked you to?” His voice was laced with disappointment, like I had let him down.

I straightened up, my heart racing. “Because I didn’t want to,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I didn’t want him to know how much his request had upset me.

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not going to do what I say?” He said it like he was surprised, like he had expected me to follow his orders without question

I crossed my arms over my chest. “No, I’m not going to dress up like a doll just to please you.” I tried to sound firm, but my voice was shaking with emotion.

He chuckled. “Fine. But you’re missing out on all the fun” He said it like he was teasing me, like I was missing out on some great adventure.

I shook my head, trying to focus on cooking dinner. But his presence lingered, making me feel uncomfortable and trapped. I felt like I was walking on eggshells, trying not to set him off. But I knew it was only a matter of time before he exploded.