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The rogue immediately pushes himself up. “Get away from here, it is none of your business." He snarls.

This seems to anger Asger, before I blink, he's already in front of the rogue, hands around his throat as he shoves him Into the rock. “How dare you touch what is mine!"

The rogue struggles against his hold, clawing at Asger's chest and drawing blood.

“No! No! Let drakarys go!" The bald rogue screeches, rushing forward, but Asger flings his friend towards him, sending them both pummelling into a sharp rock.

With a squelch, the rock puncture his ribs and the air is immediately filed with the metallic smell of blood, only to be washed away by the rain.

Asger strolls towards me, towering above me as he locks his gaze with mine. He crouches beside me and tucks my wet air behind my ear. “I knew you were trouble the moment I met you."

He picks me up and I moan at the touch, curling into his warmth. He raises a brow and my cheek heats up.

His body shields mine from the rain and I can feel the heat within me disintegrating.

“No! Bjor!" A cry from our left reminds me of what could have happened if Asger hadn't appeared. The rogue who I now know as drakarys hovers above the bald rogue.

I can't see his expression, but his shoulders are shaking. Bjorn slowly lifts his hand as if to touch drakarys but it falls mid air and his body goes limp.

Drakarys roars!

Asger ignores them as he trudges forward with me in his arms. I know I shouldn't but my heart pities them. “Yeah don't. The only pity you should have is for yourself."

My eyes widen. How does he know what I am thinking?

“Because you're thinking too loud."

Can you read my thoughts?

"Yes. Now stop thinking.“ Silence descends between us, I mull over the fact that he can hear my thoughts.

Has he been listening all along?

My eyes wander to his chest where a two horned beast is tattooed. My hand grazes the tattoo, it feels warm beneath my finger tips and I slightly trace the outline of the beast.

Those black eyes remind me too much of Asger. The beast looks lonely, almost miserable. Is this what his beast looks like?

I am too preoccupied in my thoughts to see the golden strings slowly making their way towards.

By the time I realize, the strings have already met their mark, Asger flinches while I yelp, as the thread from his body pierces my fingertips and the one from mine pierces his chest.

A tingling sensation travels through my fingers to my brain and before I know it, the heats from earlier returns.

My skin burns. Not from the rain, not from fever, something deeper. Like my blood’s on fire and my veins can’t contain it. I claw at my chest, desperate to tear the heat out of me.

“Stay still." Asger commands, but I shake my head.

Goddess!

It feels like I am about to explode from the pain. “It burns!" I cry out.

" What burns?“

"My— ugh!“ I lean into his touch, now realizing how good it feels. " You feel so good.“ I snuggle into his chest, rubbing my hand all over it.

" Stop it.“ He growls, now increasing his pace.

" I can't… you just feel so good." I moan, sniffing in his scent. “So nice."

“Fuck woman, what is wrong this time?!" I hear door slamming, and the sound of rain becomes muffled.

I bury my head into the crook of his neck , dragging my teeth along it, my hand caresses his chest, going down to his torso. His hand catches mine when I almost get to his member.

Tears fill my eyes. 'Why am I acting like a wolf in heat?'

“I should be asking you that!" My back meets with the bed and Asger moves away, running his hand through his tousled hair.

" Help me… please." I reach for him, begging desperately.

Asger shakes his head. Then he turns around and vanishes, leaving me writhing and painting on the bed.

My hand begins to wander on my body, something that has never happened before. Shame fills me but I don't have a choice.

No matter how hard I find release, it doesn't come and I am starting to go crazy with pain when the door bursts open and Asger hurries in, a man in his heels.

“Fix her." Asger growls, pacing the room while the man rushes towards me.

The moment he touches my skin, Asger snarls while I recoil. “Don't touch her!"

" Well, how am I supposed to know what is wrong without touching her.“ The man snaps back. "If you know you can't handle it then step out.“

Sky blue eyes look down at me. "Hey, tell me exactly how you feel.“

I nod, swallowing as I look towards Asger. " I… my whole body feels hot and my chest is burning."

“You reeks of pheromones. Do you have a mate?“ I want to nod but I shake my head, making Reyna whimpers.

The man frowns. "Then why are you in heat?“ The question slams the breath out of me, heat? I have only heard about it.

If a wolf is in heat, she would lose all sense of reasoning and go for whatever male is before her. But my body isn't responding to the man, the only person my body responded to is... Asger.

A deep growl emits out of Asger's chest. “Well, how do we fix it?"

" You are completely dumb for your age, how else do you fix a werewolf's heat than quelling it?“

" I am not touching her!“

"Then should I?“

" Touch her and lose your arms.“

" Then-"

“Can you guys stop bickering and find a solution already… I can't hold on any longer.“ I snap, feeling irritated.

This captures their attention. The blue eyed man turns to me. “You will have to let Asger quell it are you will-" his words freeze mid sentence, he eyes my neck and draws down my shirt. " Is that the bond snake in your body?"

His expression changes and he turns to Asger, voice edged with anger. “Why does she have this?"

"Well, ask her yourself.“

I grunt when another wave of pain hits me. " Can someone please tell me what I don't know?“

The man turns back to me, face grim. “Well, you have stupidly bound yourself to that bastard, and now he's your mate. That is why you are in heat."

The words hit me like a brick.

Goddess!

What have I put myself into?

~P-Lia~