Bitten Once. Desired Forever

The candlelight flickered against the grand hall walls, casting long shadows that hid me perfectly. I pressed myself behind the velvet curtains, my breath shallow, my pulse hammering in my ears. I hadn’t meant to overhear them, not like this but the moment I heard Calder’s voice, soft and intimate, I froze.

“…she’s so naïve,” he murmured, and my chest twisted. His words were meant for Lysentha, my stepsister, but they felt like a blade sliding through me. “She trusts me. Too much. She’ll never see it coming.”

Lysentha’s laugh floated over to me, smooth, silk-wrapped venom. “And you’ll make sure she doesn’t. Don’t worry… I’ll take care of the rest.”

I pressed my hands against my mouth to keep from crying out. My body felt like it was betraying me hot, trembling, every nerve screaming. The words weren’t just betrayal; they were intimate. Flirtatious. Wrong. Calder’s hand had brushed hers as he spoke, and I could almost feel it from here, a phantom touch that made my stomach twist with humiliation and, yes… desire I didn’t want.

I should have fled then. I should have turned away and never looked back. But some part of me stayed, frozen, desperate to hear how far the betrayal went.

“Tonight,” Calder whispered, “she’ll think I’m gone… but everything will be in place. By dawn, she’ll have no choice but to ”

I couldn’t hear the rest. My stomach knotted. My heart felt like it was trying to leap from my chest.

I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t breathe. I ripped the curtains aside and bolted through the hall, ignoring the clatter of my own shoes against the stone floor. My throat burned with words I didn’t scream, and my body trembled with rage, humiliation, and something darker.

By the time I burst into the stormy night, the rain was already falling in thick sheets, soaking my hair and clinging to my clothes. My pulse raced faster than my feet as I ran into the Blackwood, the forbidden forest that none of the pack dared enter after sundown. Every instinct screamed at me to stop, to turn back, but I couldn’t. Calder and Lysentha’s betrayal burned through my veins, and I had to escape it.

I ran until my lungs screamed, until my legs shook and my chest heaved. Then, when my feet finally gave out, I collapsed by a small stream. The rain mixed with my tears, hot and cold at once, and I hugged my knees to my chest. My whole body was buzzing with heat, a confusing mix of anger, grief, and… something I didn’t understand. My omega instincts, long suppressed and shamed by the pack, stirred in ways I couldn’t control. My body ached, my skin felt alive, and my mind was a tangle of fear and longing.

A rustle in the underbrush made me freeze. My teeth clenched, and my hands instinctively gripped the wet roots of the bank. The shadows moved, twisting unnaturally in the dim light, and then he stepped forward.

He was tall. Towering, even. And the mask… the black mask carved like jagged metal, hiding everything but his mouth. His presence pressed against me like a physical weight, a command I couldn’t ignore.

“Who are you?” I demanded, though my voice trembled.

No answer. Only the sound of rain and his heavy, deliberate steps.

He reached me in a single stride, and instinctively I flinched. But then he pressed me against the tree, and the world narrowed. His hand brushed my jaw, firm and commanding. Every nerve ending in my body screamed for him even as my mind screamed to resist.

“You don’t belong here,” he said finally, his voice low and dangerous, the words wrapping around me like smoke.

“I… I’m ” My voice caught. What could I say? I didn’t belong anywhere anymore. Not in my pack. Not with Calder. Not even here, in this forest that was supposed to be forbidden.

He tilted my chin up with one finger, and our eyes met dark, dangerous, and… knowing. My heart skipped. My skin tingled. My body felt like it was vibrating in anticipation and terror all at once.

“You feel it, don’t you?” His voice was softer now, teasing. “The pull?”

“I don’t ” I tried to lie, but the truth burned through me. My body arched toward him before I could stop it. My pulse raced, my breaths shallow. “I don’t know what’s happening.”

A low growl rumbled from his chest, and instinctively, my body shivered not from cold. His hand pressed against my back, pushing me closer. Every instinct screamed to flee, but every fiber of me was pulled toward him. Desire, fear, and something older, something feral, twisted together inside me.

Then he bit me.

I gasped, jerking instinctively, but the bite was deliberate, scorching, searing. Pain and heat tore through my shoulder, and I couldn’t breathe. It was intimate, possessive, claiming in a way I had only ever dreamed in nightmares and fantasies. My body arched toward the pain, the pleasure, the burn, unable to resist the ancient call.

“I ” I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat.

And then he was gone. Just like that. Gone into the shadows before I could even scream, leaving me trembling, soaked, and utterly confused.

The rain stung my eyes as I pressed my fingers to my shoulder. The mark was there glowing faintly beneath the skin, hot and pulsating. My heartbeat hammered in my ears. What had just happened? Who had just done this to me? And why… why did my body burn for him even now, when I didn’t even know his name?

I sank to the ground, shivering, hugging my knees as the storm raged around me. I tried to make sense of it, tried to tell myself it was a hallucination, a figment of my despair but the mark wouldn’t lie. It was real.

Something in me had shifted. Something ancient, long buried, stirred in the marrow of my bones. My omega instincts, the part of me I had always thought dead, surged to life in the presence of his scent, his mark, his power. My skin burned, my pulse raced, and I could feel… him. Him inside me, claiming me even though he wasn’t there.

The forest around me seemed to pulse with his absence, and a whisper of the unknown settled against my senses. My body ached, my mind spun, and I realized, trembling and afraid, that I had just been marked… and I had no idea what that meant.

I slept in the mud and the rain, fitfully, exhausted, my dreams haunted by a figure I couldn’t see, whose touch had seared into me, whose presence had ripped through me in ways no one else ever could. I woke at dawn to a body that felt foreign, alive in ways I hadn’t known were possible. My shoulder throbbed. My pulse raced. My blood sang with a hunger I didn’t understand.

I touched the bite, fingertips trembling. The mark was real. The burn was real. And… so was the pull. Something in me cried out for him, a raw, primal need that I didn’t understand.

And then the thought that made me freeze entirely:

Who was he?

Why did my body respond like this?

And why God, why did I feel like I’d been waiting for him my entire life?

I didn’t know the answers. I didn’t even know where to begin looking. But one thing was terrifyingly clear: my life had changed forever.

Something ancient had awakened in me. And I feared, with every inch of my being, that there would be no going back.

My pulse surged as I stood, trembling, staring at the forest. Somewhere out there, he was waiting or watching. My body ached for him, even as my mind screamed for caution. And I knew, with a cold certainty that made my stomach knot, that I wouldn’t be able to

ignore him.

Who was the man in the mask and what had he just done to me?