LOGINElena
A FEW HOURS LATER My thighs were pressed together so tight it was starting to ache, but I wasn’t moving. I was sprawled across the top bunk in nothing but a towel, my legs were bare, skin still wet from the shower, my hair dripping onto the pillow, leaving little cold trails down my shoulder blade, and I was trying to breathe. Just breathe. It had been two hours since Lucian walked out of this room, but it still felt like he was in the air. On the sheets. Between my thighs. Inside my fucking skull. I pressed my phone to my ear and whispered, “Ava. I think I’ve made the worst mistake of my life.” “Okay, wait, hold up,” Ava said, voice too alert for how late it was. “Are we talking pregnancy, debt, or did you bang your new roommate already?” I groaned. “No. But my towel is slipping and I think my brain is broken.” “…You’re talking to me in a towel?” “Because I haven’t moved in an hour. Because I can still feel him in this room. Because I swear, Ava, if I breathe too hard, I’ll remember what he said and..fuck..I’ll combust.” There was a beat of silence. Then Ava sighed. “Tell me everything. From the top. Don’t leave shit out.” I pulled the towel tighter around me, even though it was already soaked through in places it shouldn’t be. My legs rubbed again. My mouth was dry. “I told him to stop calling me Omega.” “Uh-oh.” “And he said… he said…” I covered my face. “He said, I’ll call you that and he also said he would fuck me! Arghhht.” Ava didn’t speak. Didn’t laugh. Didn’t breathe. Then… “Oh my fucking God, Elena. You’re living in a breeding kink fanfic and I’m not there.” “I don’t know, Ava,” I whispered, swallowing hard. “I feel something. It’s bad. It’s good. Fuck, it’s too good. It’s like there’s something inside me, under my skin, crawling, pulling, wanting.” My voice cracked. My toes curled. “I’m so fucking horny it hurts,” I whispered, breath catching. “And I haven’t even lasted a day here. I’m not even supposed to be like this.” Ava was silent, but I could hear her breathing. “I swear, I’m going to lose my mind,” I kept going. “It’s like everything’s waking up. My thighs won’t stop rubbing. My heart won’t slow down. I can still feel him in this room, like his scent stuck to the fucking walls. And every time I think about the way he looked at me, the way he growled… I swear to God, I almost came just from remembering it.” “Elena…” “I know what this is,” I said. “My heat is starting. I can feel it. It’s low now, but it’s building. My skin feels hot. My mouth is dry. My core is… wet. Fuck, Ava, I’m dripping and he hasn’t even touched me and I feel so fucking drawn to him.” Ava’s voice came quiet and serious through the phone. “Okay. Deep breath. You need to listen to me now.” I didn’t speak. Couldn’t. “Your first heat is coming hard. You’re an awakened Omega. You can’t fake your way through this, Elena. Not now. Not around someone like Lucian.” “I can handle it.” “No, you can’t. Because you don’t know what it’s like yet. You don’t know what it does to your body, to your mind. You think you’re in control. You’re not. The wolf doesn’t play by your rules.” Let him come back, my wolf whispered. Let him smell what you are. Let him lose control. Let him teach you what that heat is for. “I’m scared,” I admitted, throat tight. “You should be,” Ava whispered. “Because your scent is going to get stronger by the hour. And if he’s already reacting to it now…” “He’ll rip the towel off me and take what’s his.” Ava’s voice dropped on the other end of the line. Soft. Careful. Like she knew I was about to lose it. “I think he’s your mate, Elena.” I froze. No. No the fuck he wasn’t. My breath stalled in my chest like my lungs didn’t want to participate in this conversation anymore. “My what?” “Your mate.” “My mate?!” I sat up so fast the towel slipped halfway off my thigh, but I didn’t even care. That sentence—that sentence—cleared every ounce of arousal from my body like a slap to the face. “Him? That jerk? That cocky, arrogant, smirking son of an Alpha who talks like my body already belongs to him?” Ava didn’t answer. I kept going.“Make me!” I shouted, because clearly, I had no self-control left in my entire body. My mouth was faster than my brain, and my brain had already left the room five minutes ago when he told me to avoid him. I didn’t care. I was wet, I was furious, and I was so far gone I would have bit him if he turned around and got too close. And of course, he turned. He turned like I just summoned a demon. His body shifted so slow and terrifying and silent, and his eyes locked onto me like I was the fucking problem. Maybe I was. Maybe I liked being the problem. Maybe I was born to piss off dangerous Alphas who had no business looking at me like I was dessert and disaster wrapped in one stupid towel. He walked toward me, not fast, not slow, just steady, and with every step he took, my knees got weaker, my lungs got tighter, and my brain screamed at me to shut up. But I didn’t shut up. I didn’t know how to shut up. He got in front of me, and I swear my heart stopped. And then he raised h
Elena “Avoid me,” he said. Just like that. No. Absolutely not. My brain short-circuited for a second, and then something snapped. I grabbed the edge of my towel tighter and stormed after him, still dripping, still flushed, still so dizzy from everything that had already happened, but my mouth—oh Goddess—my mouth was in full swing now. “Wait—what?” He didn’t stop. So I said it louder. “Lucian Blackthorne, are you seriously telling me to avoid you right now like we’re in some kind of teenage soap opera and you’re the brooding bad boy with a dark secret and I’m supposed to what? Crawl into a corner and cry about it?!” That made him pause. One foot from the door. Back still turned. I didn’t care. I kept going. I could not shut up. “Is this because I slapped you?” I demanded, stepping forward even though my towel was barely hanging on. “Is this some bruised ego, Alpha masculinity tantrum? Are you punishing me with cryptic emotional withdrawal because I embarra
“Oh my Goddess,” I whispered.My wolf sucked in a breath inside my chest, like she had just been slapped awake.“Well, fuck,” she murmured. “That explains the confusion.”“Mum,” I said quickly, panic creeping into my voice now. “What are you saying? Are you saying the Moon Goddess thinks I have two mates or something? Because that sounds insane. That sounds like a mistake. That sounds like—”“I don’t know,” she interrupted, and that scared me more than anything else she could have said. “I have never seen a vision like that before. I don’t know if the Goddess was warning me, testing me, or showing me a future that hasn’t decided which path it wants to take yet.”My legs curled up to my chest as I sank fully onto the floor.“I don’t know if you have two mates,” she continued. “I don’t know if one is a temptation and the other is your fate. I don’t know if one is meant to break you and the other is meant to protect you. All I know is that the dream felt dangerous. Powerful. Intimate in
~Elena~I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe properly. I just stood there like my body had been unplugged from reality. My phone was still in my hand, glowing like it was mocking me. Thirty-five missed calls from Mum. Thirty-five. Who even calls thirty-five times unless something is wrong? Horribly, terrifyingly, gut-twistingly wrong. My throat went dry, and for a second, I couldn’t feel my legs.And the messages—oh my Goddess—the messages were just sitting there. Twenty-three unread. Twenty-three. That was not normal. That was not “just checking in” or “hope you’re doing well at school.” That was “the world is ending and I didn’t know how to tell you in one message so I sent twenty-three.”My wolf, who was literally howling with laughter five seconds ago because of my insane friends, was suddenly dead silent. Like frozen. Like all the amusement had been vacuumed out of her chest and replaced with tension.Then she spoke.But not in her usual smug tone.“Elena,” she said in my head, “
“I hate you.” “You don’t.” “I do.” Zia rolled over and groaned. “This is going to ruin you.” “I already feel ruined.” “You’re going to crack.” “I will not.” Raina walked over and crouched beside my bed. “You are going to walk in on him shirtless one day, with his hair wet and his pants low, and you are going to combust. There will be no hope left. Just heat, hormones, and helpless moaning.” “I am stronger than that.” “You’re delusional.” Zia sat up again and nodded. “You keep saying you’re fine. You keep pretending that you’re strong and composed. But your legs were shaking in the hallway, your face turned red when he touched your neck, and your scent changed the second he leaned in. You’re not fine. You’re in denial.” “I am not in denial.” “You are in so much denial you should build a house there,” Raina said. “I will not beg him. I will not touch him. I will not sleep with him.” “You’re going to ride him in your sleep,” Zia said with no hesitation. “You
~Elena~ The moment the door to my dorm room slammed shut behind us, all hell broke loose. “Oh my actual Moon Goddess,” Zia screamed, kicking her shoes off so violently one of them smacked the wall. “You slapped him. Elena, you slapped Lucian Blackthorne. Do you understand the magnitude of what you’ve just done to the ecosystem of this school?” “I did not slap him for sport,” I snapped, locking the door and pressing my back against it like it was the only thing keeping reality from crashing back in. “He was being rude and arrogant and completely out of line.” “Out of line?” Raina repeated, throwing herself dramatically onto my bed and staring at the ceiling. “That man verbally undressed you, promised to rearrange your soul, and then looked like he was enjoying the fact that you hated him. That is not out of line. That is foreplay.” “I don’t belong to him,” I said sharply. “No,” Raina agreed, sitting up now. “But your body didn’t get the memo.” I stopped pacing and glare







