LOGIN~Lucian~
I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t fucking think. Not with the way her scent was sitting in my skull like smoke, thick and sweet and soaking into everything I was. It was in my mouth, in my chest, stuck to the back of my tongue like honey I couldn’t swallow. I shouldn’t have left. Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have left. But I had to. I was going to lose control. I was going to bite her. I was going to grab her by the throat and knot her right there in the middle of that damn room. And the worst part? I still fucking wanted to. Even now. Even here. Even surrounded by music and lights and people grinding up against each other like they were heat-drunk. “Yo,” Levi said behind me, slapping a drink into my hand like I asked for it. “You alright? You look like someone pissed in your dinner.” I didn’t answer. Because I wasn’t alright. I was hard. I was angry. I was seconds away from shifting and breaking something. I took a slow sip of whatever was in the cup, hoping the burn would shock me back to reality. It didn’t. It just made me thirstier. Hungrier. Hornier. Fuck. I was losing it. My skin was hot. My fingers wouldn’t stop twitching. My cock was still pressed so tight against my zipper I could feel the pulse throbbing through it. And all I could think about was her — the way she looked at me like she hated me, like she wanted to slap me and then drop to her knees in the same breath. She was so fucking pretty when she was pissed. I smelled her heat. It was just starting. Faint. Barely there. But my wolf caught it like a fucking hook in the throat and I haven’t been able to shake it since. I growled low under my breath. “Jesus,” Levi said, staring at me. “Do I need to get you laid or are you going to murder someone?” I turned toward him slowly. My heart was pounding. My breathing was rough. My jaw was so tight it felt like I’d shatter it just trying to hold back what I wanted to say. “I found her.” Levi blinked. “Found who?” I stared him dead in the face. “My mate.” He laughed. Actually fucking laughed. “Wait—what? What are you talking about? Your mate? Lucian, what the hell are you saying? What about Veronica?” I didn’t flinch. “I never knotted her.” Levi’s face twisted. “What?” “I marked her because the bond sparked. Because that’s what we were supposed to do. Because that’s what everyone expected. But I never mated her. Not really. My wolf tolerated her. He never chose her. Not the way he’s choosing now.” Levi just stared at me. I kept going. “She’s new. Fresh. Transfer student. My roommate. She walked into the room and I swear to the fucking moon, I couldn’t breathe. My cock got hard before she even said a word. My wolf stood up inside me and said mine. And I’m not talking about lust. I’m talking about bond. That girl is mine.” Levi’s voice dropped. “Lucian. You’re telling me some Omega walked into your dorm, smelled like peaches and heat, and now you’re ready to throw away your bond with Veronica?” I stepped closer. My face was stone. “I’m not throwing anything away. I’m choosing what was always meant to be mine. Veronica was a lie. A placeholder. This girl? This scent? This feeling in my fucking bones? That’s real. That’s the kind of mate that makes an Alpha lose control. I walked out before I could tear the damn room apart just to get a taste of her.” Levi exhaled. “Fuck.” I growled again. Lower this time. My hands shook. “I need her,” I whispered, my voice like gravel. “I can’t get her out of my head. Her scent is in me. Her voice is in me. Her fucking heat is calling me back and I don’t even know her name.” “But you know her body wants you,” Levi said quietly. I didn’t respond. Because I didn’t need to. He saw it in my eyes. He smelled it on me. And the truth was this: If I didn’t go back to that room tonight, I was going to lose my fucking mind. Because she was burning. She was begging. Maybe not with words, but her body was already calling me back. And my wolf wasn’t going to let me ignore it much longer. “You can’t have two mates,” Levi said. “That’s not how it works.”She didn’t stop. “How would that make you feel, Lucian?” she whispered, walking toward me with every ounce of power I’d handed her now turned into seduction. “Watching me moan for something plastic. Watching me cum for something that isn’t you.” My entire body locked. I could barely stand. I wanted to lunge. I wanted to grab the toy from her hand, shove it across the room, and pin her down until she forgot what the fuck teasing even meant. But she stepped around me. Sat on the bed. Spread her thighs. And looked me dead in the eye. “You don’t get to touch. You don’t get to beg. You just get to watch.” And then.. (My wolf surged forward.) (You better stop her, Lucian. Right fucking now.) His voice thundered inside my skull, full Alpha, full rage. (You think you’re strong? You’re nothing. She’s going to fuck herself and make you sit there like a bitch.) “She’s mine,” I growled aloud. (Then claim her, coward. Or I will.) “Elena, don’t fucking do it.” But she wa
~Lucian~ I watched her remove the hoodie like she was peeling away my self-control with every inch of bare skin she revealed. Her tits came into view like a fucking vision, big and round and soft and swollen from the heat she pretended not to feel. My cock throbbed instantly, thick and straining against my pants, and I knew..no matter how many shots I’d taken, no matter how much guilt I’d buried..there wasn’t a goddamn drug in this world that could numb the effect she had on me. She stood there, topless, fearless, with that slight tremble in her fingers and that fire in her eyes that told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She wasn’t just undressing to taunt me. She was undressing to dismantle me. Her body was war, and I was already losing. Every inch of skin she exposed became another nail in the coffin of my control, and when her hands moved to cup those perfect fucking tits like she was offering them to the devil himself, I almost lost it right there. “Yo
“What the fuck are you doing, bunny?” I froze. Mid-twerk. Mid-groan. Mid–“pick up daddies.” And I didn’t just freeze like a normal person. No. I froze like a criminal caught by the FBI with glitter on her thighs and a shot glass in one hand and her ex’s hoodie hanging off one shoulder like a slutty war banner. I turned around slow. Like horror movie slow. Like cue the suspense music slow. And there he was. Lucian. Standing in my doorway like a whole Greek tragedy in sweatpants. His eyes raked over me..slow, angry, hungry. His jaw was locked. His fists clenched. His whole soul looked like it was trying not to combust. And me? Oh, I smiled. Because I was drunk. And angry. And tipsy. And devastated. And dripping in every emotion a girl could possibly feel while still balancing on two legs. “I’m healing,” I slurred with an arm flourish, as if that explained why I was performing emotional karaoke while borderline naked. Lucian didn’t move. Not a blink. Not a
~Elena~ “Gotcha,” I whispered like a freakin’ cartoon villain as I pulled the bottle out from the fridge like it was the Holy Grail. (You think this is gonna help?) My wolf’s voice slithered into my head like she had been waiting to strike. (You’re gonna get lightheaded, horny, and reckless in five minutes. Mark my words.) “Well that’s the point, isn’t it?” I hissed under my breath, twisting the cap off with unnecessary rage. “I deserve this. I deserve to make bad decisions. I’m owed at least two.” (You’re owed therapy and holy water; not tequila, you idiot.) I took a long, messy gulp. The burn hit my throat like a slap from the Moon Goddess herself and I immediately choked. “Oh my f–” I wheezed, grabbing the counter for support as the taste violated every part of my soul. “Lucian drinks this? What is this, lava-flavored paint thinner?!” (Told you. You’re gonna black out and wake up in someone’s dungeon. And not the fun kind.) “Shut up,” I coughed, wiping my mouth
I pressed my back to the door. Closed my eyes. My pussy throbbed. My wolf was laughing in my head. (Go back in, she said. It’s warm in there.) “No,” I whispered out loud. “No. No, no, no. We’re not joining a fucking support group orgy.” (They said Lucian doesn’t deserve you.) “They were moaning while they said it.” (Exactly.) I slid down the door, smacked my head lightly against it, and whispered to myself: “I hate it here.” And the worst part? I still wanted him. Not the dick in there. Not the fun. Just Lucian. Just his voice in my ear saying my name like a threat. I groaned into my palms. “Moon Goddess, if you don’t kill me now I’m going to do something really fucking stupid.” My back was pressed to the door like it was the only thing keeping me from melting into the fucking tiles. I could still hear them moaning. And of course my wolf was still talking. (Go back in, she said, smug as fuck. Just say you
~Elena~ “You’re not gonna cry,” I muttered as I stomped down the fucking hallway like it owed me money. “You’re not gonna turn around. You’re not gonna beg. You’re not gonna crawl for a dick that doesn’t even deserve your throat.” (Even though you want to.) “Shut up,” I hissed, this time at my own wolf. She growled low in the back of my mind, pacing with her tongue out like she was drunk. Like she liked being humiliated. Like she liked the taste of that bastard Alpha’s voice when he said: “Then I’ll go fuck Veronica instead.” I clenched my teeth. “You’re not gonna cry,” I whispered again, wiping my face with my sleeve. “You’re not gonna crawl back. You’re gonna go to Raina and Zia’s dorm, you’re gonna lie down, you’re gonna cry like a normal bitch into your pillow and maybe masturbate and not think about his cock.” (Liar.) “I hate you,” I whispered. (No you don’t.) “You’re not going back,” I said again, louder. “You’re not crawling.







