Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 185: Book 2 - Chapter 18

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t see.

Something in me stopped me from thinking clearly.

I pushed Lucy so far that she hit the cave wall with a loud bang.

*Smack.*

Before she got up, I was already at her side, as quick as Tyra when she wants to kill her prey. A primal instinct savagely dominates my body.

I couldn’t feel anything but my grip around her neck.

My hand squeezed her neck so hard that her face immediately started to turn purple. Her hands desperately try to take away my strong grip on her neck, but I don’t let go of her even a little bit.

I hurl her again against the wall, pinning her against the hard stone.

“Enough! That’s fucking enough,” a dark voice bellows, and it takes me a moment to understand that this sound is my own voice. “Touch him again, and you die!” I say through my teeth, and she nods her head in agreement as much as my grip allows.

I feel hands pulling me by the shoulder, and I turn around and hiss in anger. “Alexa, she gets it! Let her go. She’s choking,” Dana begs me.

I turn my eyes to Lucy. She’s still trying to take my hand away from her, but I’m much stronger than her.

I get up, still holding her by the neck. From the smell of fear she is exuding, I think she got the message. When I’m standing, I throw her back to the floor; she falls into the water with another loud splash. Water splashes on me as she moves backward, trying to get away from me.

“I’m sorry, I-I,” she tries to say, but I put a hand in front of her, and she quickly shuts up.

Dana points her head towards the door. Lucy gets the message and runs out naked; she doesn’t even pick up her clothes left behind.

I turn to Prince, and he looks at me with an unreadable expression.

Fuck. I feel embarrassed by this outburst!

I don’t have the courage to keep looking at him, so I turn my back to him and start bathing.

“What was that?” Dana asks me, dumbfounded.

“Drop it, Dana,” I coldly answer her as I squeeze the soap in my hand. The water is the same temperature, but my body feels much warmer. I start rubbing myself hard, I just want to get this feeling out of me. Agh!

Suddenly, Prince takes the soap from my hand — still without smiling — and starts to apply the soap to my body.

I feel my eyes fill with tears. I shouldn’t have done that to Lucy, but why did she kiss him?

I know he’s not my fated mate, but he’s not hers either, for Goddess’ sake!

“Hey, that’s okay, Lexi. Take a deep breath,” Dana says, approaching me, “I think you might be having a panic attack,” Dana points out unhelpfully.

“Oh, really? You fucking think?” I snap, feeling so flustered that I want to crawl out of my skin.

“What did she do?” Dana asks, and a great pain starts shooting through my chest just to remember it.

“She kissed him,” I say with my jaw clenched and my hands balled into angry fists at my sides.

Prince continues to do his job, bathing me as if it were any other day, but from the look on his face, he seems uncomfortable. With me? Perhaps yes. Who wouldn’t be?

“Lexi, take a deep breath,” she repeats slowly and tries to open my right hand to hold it.

I allow her. “You can shove your deep breath bullshit right up your ass.”

The satisfaction I gain from her expression makes me calm. She shakes her head but smiles. I turn away from the two of them and rinse myself off. Then I dry off and put on my clothes. Prince does the same on my side.

“She’s such a bitch,” Dana hisses under her breath, hooking her arm around my elbow to guide me toward the entrance where my backpack is.

I look back and see Prince behind us. His hair is wet, and some strands fall on his face as he walks, making him even sexier.

"She *is*!"

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The first day of the trip was the most boring and exhausting.

Every time Nige tried to talk to me, I ignored him; I just informed him of the route we were going to take.

Although my sharp eyes darted around the surroundings, alert for any potential hazards that might lurk in the quiet of the wilderness, my intrusive thoughts about my feelings for Prince invaded my mind, which isn’t too hard to remember when he’s literally by my side all the time.

The frigid air bit at our faces as we trudged through the snow-covered landscape, the five of us strapped with oversized backpacks. This time, I provided Prince with a backpack, so now he’s carrying his own, and I’m carrying mine.

After almost a whole day carrying it, I feel like a pack mule.

We meander through the remnants of winter and the tentative promises of spring as our footsteps echo in a rhythm that matches our collective exhaustion. Every single step that we’ve been walking nonstop, I tried to get it into my head that sitting by a cozy fire would be overrated because I know that the path we’re on has had a lot of filthy rogues since. We can not stop. But my muscles don’t agree with my mind.

The scenery morphed from icy desolation to slushy confusion, mirroring my mood as we trudged forward. The occasional drip from melting icicles serves as a reminder that Mother Nature has a sense of humor, even if I don’t.

Spring is coming, apparently. And with it, the promise of warmer weather, which is good because it will be much easier for us to build all the houses in the new place.

I wanted us to take this arduous journey so we could rest in the cave we already knew. And so we did. As soon as we arrived there, we lit a fire and started eating something before sleeping.

This time, there was no need to clean the cave because it wasn’t that dirty; we cleaned it the last time we came here.

I poured some of the stew for Prince and handed it to him, hoping it warmed up a little. Usually, I sit with him to eat together, but I realized that Nige wouldn’t calm down until we talked, so I sat next to him to listen to the empty words he had to say.

Prince sat next to Letum and Dana; the three of them were eating in silence, too tired even to talk — not that Letum or Prince would say anything.

“I’m happy to be with you here again. It brings back old memories,” Nige says in a seductive tone. He tries to hold my hand, but I grab the plate before me, stopping him as I eat.

“It’s okay to be obsessed with me, Nige, but do this in silence, please,” I say sarcastically.

We’re a little far away from the other three, and we’re speaking quietly, but I know that if they try hard, Dana and Letum can hear. “Do you think I can ever forget how perfect we are for each other?” he states, and I roll my eyes at him. Oh, please.

‘Do you think I can ever forget your moaning when you come?’ he mindlinks me, and I open my eyes wide and look daggers at him.

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***The Traveler***

Today was the first time she was eating away from me.

Although physically small, the distance between us felt immense in my mind.

I eat while observing the other two beside me. My body is so exhausted. I don’t know how I would have continued if we hadn’t stopped, but *I would follow my girl wherever she went.*

I finish eating, but I keep holding my plate as I watch her eating.

My girl shoves the bread around in her mouth as she continues speaking, lacking all the graces of nobility and manners. Still, I can’t take my eyes away from her.

I don’t like the guy who is next to her. I subconsciously clench one of my hands into a fist to refrain from going to them and separate them.

She feels my gaze and looks at me and then my fist; as always, her eyes track all my movements.

She turns sharply to talk to him again, throwing the braid of her hair to the other side. She looks annoyed.

But that’s not what catches my attention. What catches my attention is the pink hair tie wrapped at the end of her beautiful braid.

I stare at that delicate thing, holding my breath.

Something about it is familiar to me... But I can’t remember!

I start to feel a pain in my head the more I try to understand why that little pink thing is so familiar.

The pain intensifies, and I quickly put the plate down before placing my hands on either side of my head. I feel like someone has stuck a knife in my mind. In my thoughts.

I think I screamed because my girl turned sharply to me with a scared expression.

I feel my body weaken, and the pain of the stab in my mind increases as I look once again at the pink hair tie in her blonde locks.

Before everything around me faded into darkness, I could have sworn I heard the owner of that little thing call my name.