chapter 4

Chapter 4 – Agatha’s POV

His words echoed in my ears, making my heart beat faster.

If you were my mate… I would accept you in a heartbeat.

I didn’t move. His arms were still around my waist, and I was frozen in place. It felt wrong—and yet, I couldn’t pull away. I wanted to hear those words from Rhunar. Not Fenrik. Never Fenrik.

“Please let me go,” I whispered, barely able to breathe with how close he was. His warm breath brushed against my cheek, and it sent a chill down my spine.

Fenrik released me without a word. I stumbled a little but caught my balance. He didn’t look at me again. Instead, he turned around and walked off toward the kitchen, shoulders stiff and movements sharp.

I stood there, confused and guilty. I knew what I had to say next would hurt him, but I had no choice. I needed help, even if it meant dealing with someone like Fenrik. Swallowing my fear, I followed him.

He was already digging through the fridge, pulling things out and pushing them back in with frustration.

“What do you want, Agatha?” he asked without looking at me. “Did you fall for me already?” he added, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

He slammed the fridge shut. “Why is there no food in this massive house?”

“I could cook something for you… if you want,” I offered quietly.

He turned to me, smirking. “Oh? The little omega wants to cook for me?” His eyes narrowed. “What do you really want, Agatha?”

I hesitated. Then said it.

“I want you to help me make Lya fall for you again.”

The moment her name left my lips, something shifted in his face. His playful smirk disappeared, and his eyes darkened.

He stared at me in silence.

Back then, they were more than close. Everyone in the pack knew it—Fenrik and Lya were inseparable before he left. They were lovers, once. Maybe even mates.

“What makes you think I want Lya back?” he asked, voice lower now.

I stood my ground. “Because she’s standing in my way. If you’re with her again, Rhunar will forget about her. Then maybe… maybe he’ll finally see me.”

Fenrik didn’t answer. He stepped closer instead, slow and calm. But I could feel the change in the air—the tension, the pull.

I hated how he made me feel.

Every time he came near, my chest tightened. My body didn’t listen to my mind. I wanted to move away, to run. But my legs stayed still. My heart kept racing. My wolf wanted to feel his touch.

His voice dropped. “If she’s in your way… then Rhunar is in mine.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “If you want Rhunar, and Lya is your obstacle… then Rhunar is my obstacle too, Agatha.”

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this,” I whispered. “Why are you acting like this? You don’t even like me.”

His lips curled. “You don’t get it, do you?”

He leaned in so close I could feel the heat of his skin. “What if I told you I want you?”

I looked away, heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

“What if Rhunar rejects you again?” he asked. “Will you still want him then? Will you finally let him go?”

The words hit me like a slap.

I had been clinging to hope—hope that one day, Rhunar would realize I was his mate. That we were meant to rule the pack together. That I was his destined Luna. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t just hope anymore. It was desperation.

He had already rejected me once. The pain still sat in my chest like a heavy stone. But the bond didn’t break… because I hadn’t rejected him yet.

“I will,” I said, lifting my chin. “If Rhunar rejects me again, I’ll reject him too. I’ll break the bond.”

Fenrik tilted his head. “Big words. And what do I get if that happens?”

“What?”

“What do I get, Agatha?” he repeated. “If you break that bond… do I get you? All of you?”

His words made me freeze. Was I really going this far?

I nodded slowly. “Yes. You get me. Anything you want… You can have all of me.”

He raised an eyebrow, the smirk returning to his face. “Anything?”

“Anything,” I whispered. “But only if Rhunar rejects me.”

Fenrik’s smile widened, sharp and wicked. “Deal,” he said without hesitation. “Now get in your cooking spirit and make me breakfast.”

I blinked at him.

“What?”

He turned toward the table, pulling out a chair and sitting like a king waiting to be served. “You offered, didn’t you? Cook, omega.”

A laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. “You’re unbelievable.”

“But you still made a deal with me,” he replied.

I shook my head and went to the fridge.

As I pulled out eggs and bread, I caught him watching me, eyes unreadable. A part of me felt like I’d just made a dangerous bargain with the devil himself.

But if this deal could help me win back Rhunar… I would pay the price.

Even if the price was my heart.

After making breakfast, he made me eat with him—even though I was in a hurry. Halfway through the meal, it hit me.

“Oh no! I have class today!”

I jumped to my feet, grabbing my bag.

“I have to go. I’m already late!”

“Wait,” he said, standing too. “Let me give you a ride.”

I shook my head quickly. “No, thanks. I can take the bus.”

He raised a brow, that usual smirk tugging at his lips. “Come on, sweetie. I can’t let my future Luna ride a public bus. A Luna like you deserves more.”

I turned sharply. “I’m not your Luna.”

But as always, his words pulled at something deep inside me. Even though I tried to fight it, I gave in. Again.

He opened the car door for me like it was the most natural thing in the world, and soon we were off.

But the moment I stepped out of the car at school, it felt like the whole world froze. Everyone was staring at me—wide eyes, whispering, judging. Like I had done something terrible.

Then I saw Rhunar.

He was walking toward me, and beside him was Lya, holding his hand. Her sharp eyes locked onto mine.

“What is this, Agatha?” she said, her voice cold and loud enough for others to hear. “Are you two dating now?”

Rhunar said nothing. His eyes were darker than I remembered—angry, confused, unreadable.

I froze, mouth opening and closing, no words coming out.

But before I could speak, Fenrik stepped out of the car behind me, calm as ever, his presence loud without a word.

He slipped his arm around my waist.

And whispered just loud enough for them to hear—

“Should we tell them, love?”