Jane

Jane's POV 

“Jane,” he called out again as his footsteps stopped in front of the door.

My heart pounded as the door creaked open. I stood in the middle of his room, frozen and terrified. The silence before his arrival had felt like a storm gathering, and about to explode. 

And here he was ready to make the ticking bomb explode. I looked at the man in front of me. The man I couldn’t predict, the one who terrified me and intrigued me all at once.

“What, are you deaf?” His voice cut through the air like a blade.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t bring myself to talk. My throat was dry, and my lips were pressed tightly together.

“Or maybe mute now?” he asked again, his tone sharper.

Still, I said nothing. I didn’t trust my voice. I didn’t trust myself around him. I didn't even trust him around me.

He crossed the room in two strides and pulled me into his arms, his grip firm and unrelenting as usual. I stiffened as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear.

“How could you let another man touch you?” he whispered, anger tightly coiled in his voice.

His hand slid lower, resting possessively on my hip. I tensed and tried to pull away, but he didn’t let go. His touch wasn’t violent, but it was charged, controlling and testing.

“When I ask you a question, Jane, you answer,” he said as his hand slid under my dress. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin as he squeezed my behind.

“Listen to the rules, Jane,” he said slowly. “You’re mine. Mine alone. No one touches what belongs to me.”

With a sudden shove, he pushed me back. I stumbled, catching myself on the edge of the bed. 

The heat in my chest turned into fury. “Are you out of your mind?” The words burst out before I could stop them.

His expression darkened. “What did you just say to me?”

“One moment you’re calm, and the next, you act like a madman. Why?” My voice rose, shaky but strong.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up effortlessly, tossing me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. “Did you just call me a madman?”

I tried to stand up but he came to me before I could.

“You want to see mad?” he said, climbing onto the bed above me.

I was breathless, not from fear, but from the force of his presence. He loomed over me, his eyes burning into mine in an intense way. Despite looking into his eyes, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. He was so unpredictable and so was his next move. 

Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached for the fabric around the neck area of my dress and tore it. I gasped as he ripped the dress from top to bottom. 

I was shocked by his actions, not because I felt violated, but because it was deliberate. He did it as a display of dominance and power. Just like a madman that he was.

“If you say another word, I’ll remind you who’s in charge,” he said, his voice a low growl.

I lay still, holding back the tears that welled up in my eyes. My body trembled beneath him but I didn’t cry. I wouldn’t give him that. I won't make him feel completely triumphant.

“Cat got your tongue, bunny?” he murmured as he looked away from my eyes. 

For the first time since we got into this position, his eyes left my face, dragging down to my exposed skin. I don't know what was in his eyes but it was a glowing danger.

One hand traced a line from my neck, lower down to the middle of my chest. Just like that, he slowly dragged his fingers along my stomach. 

I wiggled under him, trying to free myself but the other hand pinned my wrists above my head, putting me in the perfect position for his humiliation. 

His fingers reached the helm of my panties and he stopped. He looked me in the eyes again before everything changed. 

As if a switch had flipped inside of him, he let go of me.

He blinked as if he was waking up from something strange. He got up and got completely out of the bed. Without a word, he stood straight and adjusted his shirt, brushing invisible wrinkles like nothing had happened.

“If you try this again,” he said, his voice cold and sharp, “I’ll strip you in public next time.”

And just like that, he turned and walked out of the room. 

The door clicked shut behind him, and I was left alone, the silence louder than his threats. This man needs to get his head checked because he doesn't act normal. 

My knees felt weak as I stood. I walked slowly to the mirror across the room, my reflection staring back at me. I was a rumpled, shaken, confused girl in a torn dress.

What have you gotten yourself into, Jane? How did you get here?

How could Josephine ever say this place was better than the Blood Moon pack? Was she trying to sugarcoat it? Or did she simply not understand what Alpha Liam really was?

I looked down at myself, my torn dress, the red marks on my wrist from his grip. I should be angry. I should be furious. And a part of me was, but the other part of me wasn't. The part of me I didn’t understand felt something else.

I felt something sinister, something dangerous. It was a spark and a warning at the same time. I touched my arm where he had held me, remembering the intensity in his eyes, the way my body responded against my will. 

His touch always sparked something in me. Something I haven't felt before, not even for Theo. This was something raw and different. Something I couldn’t explain. And I hated myself for feeling such a thing for a terrible person like him. 

I was supposed to run, to avoid him and the weird feeling but at the same time, I had to understand it. I had to figure out what this bond was. I have to know if it was even real, or just another trap I was about to fall into. 

If I didn't know it, I wouldn't understand it. And if I don't understand it, I wouldn't learn how to control it. And if I don't control it, it will consume me before Liam himself does.

What are you, alpha Liam and what in the name of hell are you doing to me?