The buzzing of my phone is the thing that wakes me up. There is a terrible haze all over my mind and I am not sure I have any idea where I am. Am I even on Earth anymore? My whole body feels heavy and stiff and overworked. Especially a few gentle areas, like my thighs, my breasts, my lower back- What the hell happened?
“She’s asleep-” A low groggy voice suddenly pushes away all the haze and fog that has taken hold of my brain, making my eyes snap open.
As I do, I am faced with a sight that makes me suck in a sharp breath. Was I dreaming? Shit- he is looking at me.
Golden eyes cut from the phone, to me, and I feel a surge of panic. It’s the same man from last night-
He is leaning against the headboard of the bed, his chest completely bare, his lower body covered by the white blanket that we share. I swallow harshly and turn on my back, pulling my gaze away from him, covering my face with my hands, before I hear a very familiar voice yell into the phone.
Thalia-
I jolt up and grab the phone from him, scurrying to the edge of the bed.
“Thalia! Thalia!” I hurried to speak, my voice a bit shaky, my back turned to the man that now chuckles, still half asleep himself.
“Where the hell are you?! Who was that?! Are you alright?!!” her voice rings like a siren in my ear and I wince lightly.
“I’m fine! I’m fine! I swear! I just-” I pause, not knowing how to even put whatever happened in words.
There is a short break on the other end and I hear Thalia exhale deeply, in relief.
“You fucking twat! I’ll see you for lunch! Don’t you dare not show up!”
She yells before she hangs up all of a sudden, leaving me with my words stuck in my throat. I slowly set the phone in my lap, my bare back turned to the handsome stranger I share a bed with, holding the white blanket over my naked body, clinging to it with a bit of panic. What am I doing here?! Is this a hotel room? The strange effects of the drugs seemed to have completely dimmed. I was left tired and I am sure the pain is not from the drugs… What time was it?
Before I can get out of bed and get out of here, I feel the weight on the mattress shift and I feel a large hand rests on my waist, tugging me backwards.
“It’s still barely past midnight-” he groans out as if he was able to read my thoughts, tugging me backwards.
I feel like clay into his hand and I wonder what the hell is happening. Sure, having someone so handsome touch you, having their scent all over you too, does certain things to your will. And it’s frustrating to some extent, because right now, I want to lay back in bed and snuggle closer.
I turn my head and watch him with the corner of my eyes. I have never seen someone as dashing as him. His cheeks are high and his jaw is so harp I feel like you could cut yourself if you dared to touch it. His hair reaches his chin, the sides of his head shaved and trimmed into a perfect fade. The hair is a lovely white color, that’s somehow warm looking, like milk, not like snow, and I wonder if it was bleached to be like this.
But as I dare to look more, i see that his eyebrows and lashes are both a soft shade of gray and I wonder-
My eyes slide down his side, to his hips that are covered with the white blankets and when I realize what I’m looking for I suddenly feel like an idiot. Especially when I realize his eyes open and he is watching me study his body.
A smile curls on his lips and his fingers sink into my flesh, forcing me to lay back in bed, an arm moving over my stomach.
“Sleep.” he demands and his eyes close again.
The leather and peaches perfume is intoxicating me and I am sure it will stick to me for days. But this is his perfume, not his scent and I wonder what he smells like. What his skin and his scent actually smell like~
I find myself unable to speak or move, once again when he pulls me closer, his nose dipping into the crook of my neck, where he drinks in my scent.
“You were drugged.” he states bluntly and I feel like I should push him off of me. “Why did you come to such a dangerous place, alone?” He seems to be scolding me.
“I was not alone-” I found the courage to speak and swallow past the lump in my throat.
He huffs, amused.
“As much of a strong independent woman your friend is, she’s still but a woman. “ the man murmurs, his nose brushing over my neck, up to my jaw, making my skin prickle. “You are young, easy to prey on ~” he growls out, his nose stopping under my jaw. “You wear expensive clothes, but there is no bodyguard to protect you -” he pauses for a brief second, displeased. “- why is that?” he ends, and slowly pulls his face away from me.
The room suddenly fills with tension and I want to cower and slip out of his grasp that has only gotten stronger when he feels that I am about to jump out of the bed.
“You’re clearly not an average Jane. I’m sure that whatever your name is, it holds power. Did you come here to prey upon men? Play the damsel in distress? Get yourself a nice rich husband as soon as you get pregnant?!” he growls out and I am not sure if he blames this all on me.
This rattles something within me. Because he has the audacity to blame this on me, when I don’t remember half of whatever happened. He could have easily gotten me drunk and then we would have ended up in the same situation! It seems to me he wanted this as much as I did last night-
“Who are you?” he asks- no. He demands to know, moving up slowly, his eyes pinning me down, his eyes narrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. “There are little cases of someone trapping me this easily -” he growls, his fingers sinking painfully into my side.
“What are you talking about?!” I squeal out, shoving my hands into his face and pushing him away from me as I get up sharply, completely forgetting about the fact that I was naked. “Have you ever heard of women being drugged?! Have you ever heard of you own free will?! Why are you blaming this on me now?!” I bark at him, hoping he was dumb enough to drop it.
But he only chuckles and his hand takes hold of my chin slowly, bringing me closer to him again.
“I know for sure, you had a mission tonight-” he growls out, his face nearing mine again. “Losing your v-card-” he used Thalia’s words and something within me screamed to get away from him. “How do I know you’re not going to come back searching for me a few months later claiming that the child within you is mine?”
I feel my cheeks tint and my heart picks up its pace. What in the world is he talking about?! Getting myself knocked up by a random stranger, while drugged- Does he hear himself?! I want to slap him, but I find myself unable to move, as he smirks down at me, showing off his strangely pointed canines.
“Who are you, sweetheart? Who do you belong to?”
I could not just blurt out my name, or my father’s! I could not disclose to some stranger - as handsome as he was - who I was! The Malvak family is a renowned one and a special one, that was. The females born into this family usually suffered from an extremely rare genetic mutation, that’s what they call it, but I think it’s just a curse that is bound to our blood. We had no scent, we had no wolf. No matter if the father was an alpha, if his Luna bore a daughter, she’d be born wolfless.. For a werewolf, that might have been the worst fate ever, but in our world, it meant you could easily slide around and move like a fish in water, because you were harder to be caught. Harder to desire, harder to mate. I suck in a breath and something within urges me to play his game. A smile curls on my lips and I feel a bit of mischief tickling my senses. Despite the usual shyness and overall coy nature that is etched within me, one of my hands reaches upwards and my fingers touch his cheek, hesita
“WHAT do you mean you gave him your number?!” Thalia’s voice echoes through the cafe and I feel myself growing ashamed when a few heads turn around to look at us with slight annoyance. “Hush!” I hurry to make the brunette shut her mouth before she makes a fool out of both of us.She rolls her eyes and leans back into her seat, covering her face with both her hands. “From what you know, he could be a fuckign serial killer! Didn’t your parents warn you about men like those?! Did I fail to mention men are pigs and they will-”“Oh, Stop it!” I started to feel a bit uncomfortable with her fussing like this and I started doubting my decision to exchange numbers. “He also has no idea who I am-” I huff and bite my lower lip, looking out the window, watching the first drops of rain start to fall.Thalia turns silent and I feel like she is weighing this all in her mind once again. Truth was, it sounded a bit crazy. In a world like this, with a name like mine, you could never be too cautious.
She’s smaller than I expected. She looks much frailer. For a ballet dancer, she fits all the standards. Despite her straight posture and her elegant, almost feline way of walking, I can see the way her body lingers for more. More rest. More food and definitely more of ~ me. I’m not sure if I will ever forget the way anger took root in my chest when I saw that scum approach her. Not just that. The way he tried to make his move in such a forceful way. Did he not know a doe like her would scare easily? Did he not see the fear that hid behind those stormy blue eyes of hers? Did he not feel the distrust in her voice when she tried to gently turn him down?The fact that he knew and he still pushed it, the fact that he was ready to dump drugs into her drink and have her in the bathroom, made me blind with rage. It made my stomach turn and my inner demons recoil in disgust and spite. No one was allowed to lay their hands on her-Needless to say, I did not expect the next thing to happen. And
The last thing I want is to be late right now! But it seems that the world is against me in every possible way. The traffic is insane and each route I take seems more crowded than the other! But eventually I park the car right in front of the studio and jump out of my car like a panicked five year old who is late for a birthday party. I walk around the car, checking my phone and bump right into a damn pole. “I’m sorry -” I mutter out of habit as I walk around the pole and before I can make another step, it hits me. Leather and peaches. The perfume is so powerful I almost gag. I lift my head and find myself facing a terribly familiar face. My own reddens in an instant and the air leaves my lungs immediately. The man seems as puzzled by our encounter as I am, his brows raised in an obviously confused way as he processes what is happening too. Why does he seem so fuckign dumb?! It feels like there is no thought behind those golden eyes of his. It feels like there is nothing between
Days passed and I am not sure if I ever spent more time in my life in this dance studio than before this god forsaken show!I walk by the mirror in a hurry, and I catch a glimpse of myself. I looked overworked. I definitely felt overworked. How late was it? The sun had set a while ago and I was sure everything was dark. At least there wouldn't be much traffic and I would make it home soon enough. I sigh and look at myself once more, smoothing my hands over my waist, over my belly, a sinister thought coming to haunt me right now. I was to be married in three weeks. I was to be a wife. A good wife… a good wife births children. But a mother, no matter how good of a mother she was, was not going to be a ballerina. And that terrified me. Ballet has been my life for as long as I could remember. And when I accepted the marriage proposal, I did not take into consideration the collateral damage this would bring. And even now, it seemed unreal. It was not something I could see myself live wit
Our usual secrecy has all washed away as we make our way to my car. I know this could break a big scandal in my pack. I know this could ruin my image in front of my future husband, but it did not matter. I did not promise to be a virgin! I only promised to marry! I did not promise I will not fuck around until the last minute. Part of me knows that if news like this will make their way to my father’s ears, I will surely hear a bunch of not so pleasing things. But right now… with the fire burning brightly under my skin, nothing mattered. A sinful union that would soon cease was not something new in the world we live in. Or at least this was what I told myself when guilt would come creeping, to take hold of my last sane thoughts. When guilt would come to taint and grip my heart. It had no power over it, when I was already tainted by him. By his lips, by his hands and hungry kisses. As I sink into the driver's seat, he buckles his safety belt into the passenger's seat and as I look a
“Wait, wait, wait -” I hurry to speak when he dips closer to my neck, his nose brushing against one of my pulse point, his breath falling right in the crook of my neck, making my skin turn to goosebumps, while I press my hands into his chest, in a terrible attempt of pushing away. “Wait?” he repeated in a low raspy voice, not moving away from my neck. “Why would I need to wait, little doe?” he asked, the hand on my hips squeezing me a little tighter. “It’s been a four hour dance rehearsal with no break. I stink!” I protest, a little self conscious about the fact that wearing spandex is not the ideal outfit before a date. But this was not a date, was it? “Stink?” he repeats and I wonder if he is just playing dumb or he is truly one handsome hunk and nothing more. “I need to freshen up -” I insist and give his chest another push. But he is not moving. He seems determined to not give me the chance and dignity to shower before he puts his lips on me. I feel the tip of his nose move
I watched her walk away, hurried, as if she were a scared rabbit. The way she grabs her bag and the way she sprints for the bathroom, makes me feel like a damn frenzied wolf, because all I want to do is chase after her, tear that door down and bring her back. Or maybe take her in the bathroom, under the running water… As the door closes and I am left alone, I realize I am nothing but a damn horny bastard. That I have been maniacally enjoying her prey state of mind and I was taking my predator position a bit too seriously. This was not a game of chase. This was not a one and done. And this was not something that could simply end on a whim. I push myself up from my seat and run a hand through my hair, combing it backwards, while I scan the view. The city seemed a bit more peaceful tonight and I wondered if things were going to change. Was my life going to get more peaceful now too? Were things going to take a turn for the better or was I going to have to juggle it all like I have done