Flora’s POV
“Why are you stopping me now? Huh? What do you want?!”
Instead of answering my question, the man started lecturing me like I was some kind of child.
“There are dangerous men out there who would take advantage of someone like you—especially when you're drunk.”
I scoffed, “That’s none of your business.”
I tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge. Instead, I gasped when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. I glared at him, feeling a surge of frustration.
“It's very much my business because I’m the-” He blurted it out but suddenly stopped.
I wanted to yell at him. To scream. To tell him that he had no right to interfere. But more than that—I wanted to tell him the truth. That I didn’t have a choice. That I needed to be marked before my 18th birthday, or else I wouldn’t survive.
But I knew he wouldn’t believe me.
“You have no right to tell me what I should do. Haven’t you had a one-night stand?”
His eyes narrowed slightly, and to my surprise, he shook his head.
I blinked, momentarily taken aback. His grip on my wrist loosened before he finally let go.
A pure-blooded werewolf like him—someone with power, with strength, with women probably throwing themselves at his feet—and he had never been with anyone?
“I take my relationships seriously.” His intense gaze locked onto mine, sending shivers down my spine. “And you should, too.”
My jaw tightened, the words he said feeling like a slap in the face.
“Well, good for you,” I muttered, my voice thick with frustration. “But I’m not going to follow your advice.” My heart pounded, not just with anger but with something deeper—something I couldn't fully understand.
I turned sharply on my heel, my irritation boiling over. “So, goodbye.”
I was determined to leave, to get as far away from him as possible. But before I could take another step, I gasped in shock as he suddenly lifted me off the ground.
It happened so fast that my mind barely had time to process it. His arms were strong—so strong that he made it seem effortless, as if I weighed nothing at all.
“What the hell are you doing?!” I demanded, struggling against his grip. “Put me down! Let go of me—now!”
Heat rushed to my face, my cheeks burning as all the blood in my body seemed to surge toward my head. I thrashed against him, trying to free myself, but he was unyielding. His grip remained firm as he carried me across the room. Before I could fully register what was happening, he stopped, placed me down and turned to face me.
His next words made my breath hitch.
"Are you sure you want to have sex with me?"
The directness of his question caught me off guard. He wasn’t playing games. He was serious. Dead serious.
I found myself staring into his eyes—those piercing eyes that seemed to pull me in like a force I couldn’t resist.
And before I knew it, I nodded.
He parted his lips slightly as if he was about to say something, but before he could speak, I reached up and cupped his face in my hands. Then, without another thought, I kissed him again.
A deep growl rumbled in his chest. The sound sent a shiver down my spine. It was raw, primal, filled with something that made my entire body heat up.
I opened my eyes slightly as our lips moved against each other, and that’s when I saw it.
His wolf.
It was resurfacing.
His eyes, which had been filled with restraint moments ago, darkened—turning into a pitch-black abyss.
He was aroused.
His hands moved with purpose, fingers grazing my skin as he pulled me closer. I felt the heat radiating from his body, the undeniable hunger in his touch.
And then, without hesitation, he stripped off my shirt.
The cool air against my skin sent a jolt through me, bringing me back to my senses. A sudden wave of panic crashed over me, and I tensed.
“Wait,” I whispered against his lips.
He paused instantly, his breath warm against my face. His eyes, still dark with desire, searched mine for an answer.
“What is it?”
I looked away, suddenly feeling self-conscious. My hands gripped his arms as I struggled to find the right words.
“I... I’m— I’m a virgin.”
Silence.
I felt him freeze against me, before he could take another step to leave, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back toward me. My fingers tightened around his arm, my voice laced with desperation.
“No, please.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “I really need this.”
I felt my chest tighten, my heart hammering so hard it hurt.
“After that,” I added in a softer voice, “I won’t cause you any more trouble. I promise.”
His piercing eyes locked onto mine, filled with something unreadable. I could see the battle raging inside him. His jaw clenched, his muscles tensed.
With a low growl, he pushed me down, pinning me beneath him. A startled gasp left my lips as he hovered over me. His heated gaze roamed over me, tracing every inch from my face down to my toes. My nakedness burned under his scrutiny, my breath growing uneven.
I saw it then—the undeniable lust in his eyes.
“I’ll make sure you forget about that bastard ex of yours tonight.”
He leaned in, his lips mere inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin. His next words sent a shiver through me.
“Because you’re mine now.”
Flora’s POV"You’re the only one who will recognize your fated mate."I wanted to ask Eleanor so many things, to demand answers that would explain the weight of what she had just revealed, but before I could even part my lips, she had already gathered her things and left."I’ll see you soon," she said, her voice eerily calm.I was too stunned to move until I felt a firm grip on my wrist. It was Jennet."Flora, let’s go. That’s enough," she urged, her voice laced with concern. "We will find a way."I swallowed hard and gave her a weak nod. Returning to my office, I forced myself into the routine of the day, hoping that the distraction would ease my nerves. But the moment I stepped inside, my entire body stiffened.There, sitting at my desk as if he owned the place, was someone I never expected to see again.Alaric Blackwood."What are you doing here?!" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended.He sat in my chair, exuding an air of dominance as he lazily glanced up, completely unaff
Flora’s POVThe old woman nodded at me, a knowing glint in her eyes. Before I could respond, her frail but steady fingers reached out and touched the curse mark on my face. A strange sensation rushed through me, a mix of warmth and an unsettling chill. "Removing this curse won’t be easy," she murmured, her expression growing serious. "It requires immense energy, and it will not be a painless process. You would suffer greatly."For a brief moment, a wave of fear gripped me, but I swallowed it down. Before I could dwell on it, I caught the way she studied me, as if debating how much truth she should reveal."Do you… know who I am?" My voice wavered despite my efforts to keep it steady.Eleanor’s gaze softened as she met my eyes. There was a flicker of sorrow in them. "Of course, child."She exhaled, her face carrying the weight of a past I knew nothing about. "Your mother died giving birth to you. And your father… he broke the pack’s rules, trying to abandon you. He left you defensele
Flora’s POV"Everything is going to be alright, okay? Just breathe, Flora."I held my breath as Jennet spoke. Even in times like this—when everything felt like it was falling apart—at least I had her. A friend who stayed, a friend who reassured me even when the situation seemed hopeless. We grabbed a taxi, heading towards Eleanor’s residence. I clutched my hands tightly on my lap, feeling my fingers tremble slightly. Fear coiled tightly around me, a suffocating weight I couldn’t shake.The taxi came to a stop in front of a modest yet elegant house. Jennet, without hesitation, stepped out and rang the doorbell. I remained frozen, my palms growing clammy as my mind raced with thoughts of what might happen.A few moments passed before the door finally opened. A woman, likely one of the household servants, stepped out. Her eyes scanned us cautiously."Who are you?" she asked, her tone polite but guarded.Jennet cleared her throat. "We're here to see Healer Eleanor. Is she available?"The
Flora’s POVI needed to calm myself. I didn’t want any distractions, and most of all, I didn’t want to think about Alaric. Not right now.I had something more important to focus on—I was preparing to leave for my interview with Klaus this morning.I stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup. I needed to look presentable. I chose an outfit that exuded confidence—a skirt that stopped just above my knees, a tailored coat over a sleeved blouse, and a pair of heels that added a touch of elegance. To complete the look, I dabbed on a bit of perfume, ensuring I smelled as polished as I looked.I was enjoying the process, taking my time, when suddenly, something terrifying happened.“W-What the?-”The familiar mark on my cheek reappeared, glowing red with that cursed energy I had come to fear.My heart pounded. N-Not now. Please, not now!But it wasn’t just the mark—my eyes, those strange, unnatural eyes, flickered in the mirror. One of them shifted colors, turning from black
Flora’s POV"No."I jerked my hand out of his grasp, "Even if you’re the Alpha of a pack, it doesn’t change a thing!"There was no mistaking the finality in my voice. I made sure he understood—no matter how much power he held, I was not someone to be controlled. Not by him. Not by anyone!But Alaric wasn’t the type to back down. His expression hardened, his eyes darkening like a storm rolling in. Suddenly, his presence seemed to expand, filling the room with a weight so heavy it was almost suffocating.Before I could even gather myself, he reached out, his fingers curling around my wrist with a force that made my breath hitch. He yanked me toward him, pulling me closer until I was almost chest-to-chest with him. My pulse raced, my heart pounding against my ribs in a wild rhythm. The scent of him—an intoxicating mix of mint and musk—invaded my senses.It had been shocking when he called me earlier. But now? Now, he was standing here, in my home, uninvited and unannounced. And for what?
Alaric’s POV"Mother!"I stormed into the mansion, my steps heavy with urgency. The moment I crossed the threshold, a group of maids nearly jumped at my sudden entrance."Alpha Alaric!" one of them stammered.I didn’t have the patience for hesitation. "Where is mother?" I demanded, my voice clipped and sharp."She’s at the veranda, Alpha. H-Having tea with some afternoon snacks," she finally managed.I didn’t respond. I merely turned on my heel and strode toward the veranda.When I stepped outside, I found my mother seated gracefully, the picture of elegance and composure. The calmness in her demeanor was a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. My teeth clenched."Mother." My voice was harsher than intended, but I made no effort to soften it."Why did you meet Flora in private?" I asked, my tone laced with restrained anger.She didn't flinch, nor didn't waver. Instead, she simply exhaled, as if dealing with a petulant child. "You made me have no choice Alaric," she said matt