Forbidden never felt this good

I had always thought my life was ordinary. Predictable. Safe. My days revolved around school, the occasional outing with friends, and family dinners that were mostly pleasant, if a little dull. I liked it that way or at least, I told myself I did. The comfort of routine was a balm against the chaos of the world outside, and I liked knowing where I belonged.

But tonight… tonight proved me wrong.

The streetlights flickered over the cobblestone pavement as I made my way home from the small bookstore where I often went to lose myself in stories that weren’t my own. The air was crisp, carrying a faint chill that made me hug my cardigan tighter around my shoulders. My bag was slung carelessly over one shoulder, and my mind was caught between thoughts of the essays I needed to finish and a curiosity that had been gnawing at me for weeks Alex.

Alex. My dad’s best friend.

He had always been a fixture in my life. I remembered him from my earliest childhood memories: tall, dark-haired, always impeccably dressed, always laughing at my bad jokes, offering me candy when my dad scolded me. Back then, he was like an uncle warm, protective, safe. But now… now, something about him was different. His presence made my pulse hammer faster than it had any right to, and his gaze lingered on me in ways that made my stomach twist. Dangerous ways. Forbidden ways.

I shook my head, telling myself I was imagining it. Surely, I couldn’t feel… this.

The bookstore bell jingled as I pushed the door open. The familiar scent of aged paper and coffee filled my nose, grounding me for a moment. I breathed out slowly and moved toward the back, where the quieter shelves waited. I liked the back of the store; it was a little out of sight, perfect for moments of privacy I rarely got elsewhere.

And then I saw him.

Alex was leaning against the counter, tall and impossibly composed. His dark hair was swept back just enough to show the faintest silver at the temples, and his eyes those piercing, velvet eyes met mine for a brief, electric moment. The air around him seemed charged, like the world had condensed to just him, just that gaze.

I froze for a heartbeat too long. My pulse jumped. This is wrong, I reminded myself. But even as I thought it, a part of me ached at the attention, at the way the edges of his lips curved almost imperceptibly into a smile that seemed meant only for me.

I ducked behind a shelf of novels, pretending to browse, though my hands shook. Focus. Focus on the books, not him. I flipped through the pages of a random title, but the words blurred into nothing. My mind was entirely occupied with him the way his presence made my heart race, the soft timbre of his voice that had a way of embedding itself in my thoughts, the dangerous heat in his gaze that made me question my self-control.

“Mary.”

The voice was low, smooth, intoxicating. My head jerked up, and he was there, standing a few feet away, leaning casually against the shelf, arms crossed. The intensity of his presence knocked the breath out of me.

“I… hi,” I managed, trying to steady my voice.

“You’re hiding back here,” he said, his lips quirking into that smile that was both mischievous and commanding. “You should be out front, mingling, not skulking around like some guilty schoolgirl.”

“I… I just like browsing in peace,” I murmured, my throat suddenly dry.

“Peace, huh?” His voice dropped an octave, teasing. “Or are you avoiding someone?”

I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning. “No… I”

“Of course,” he said, cutting me off with a knowing look. “You’re just here… quietly, innocently… trying not to think about me.”

My stomach fluttered. How does he always know what I’m thinking?

I stepped back slightly, gripping the edge of a bookshelf for support. “I… don’t know what you mean,” I whispered, though my pulse betrayed me.

Alex leaned forward, just a fraction, and I felt the heat radiating from him like a tangible force. “Mary,” he said softly, almost a whisper. “I’ve watched you grow up. I’ve seen you laugh, stumble, cry… and I’ve noticed you lately. Something’s changed. You’re different. Intriguing. Dangerous, even.”

My heart skipped. Dangerous. The word echoed in my mind, sending shivers down my spine.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I murmured, hoping I sounded casual, though every inch of me was trembling.

He smiled faintly, that enigmatic curl of his lips that made my knees weak. “You do, Mary,” he said, low and velvety. “You feel it too, don’t you? The tension… the pull. You can’t pretend it isn’t there.”

I looked down, trying to ignore the rapid beat of my heart, the heat creeping up my neck. “It’s… complicated,” I whispered.

“Life’s always complicated,” he murmured, almost philosophical, almost teasing. “But desire doesn’t wait for permission. And neither should you.”

I nearly dropped the book I was holding. Desire. The word echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t deny it anymore. Every glance, every subtle brush of his gaze, set something inside me alight. And it wasn’t just curiosity. It was something far more dangerous, far more forbidden.

I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I wanted to pretend he was just… Alex, my dad’s best friend. But the truth pressed against me like a flame: I wanted him, too.

I snapped my attention back to the books, trying to act busy, though my mind was entirely consumed. The air between us was taut, charged. He didn’t move away; he didn’t let the moment pass. Instead, he lingered, watching, waiting, and I felt every second stretch like a live wire against my skin.

“Mary,” he murmured again, softer this time, almost private. “You’re remarkable. I’ve always known it. And you’ve grown into someone… far more captivating than I imagined.”

I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. “I… thank you,” I whispered, heat rising to my cheeks.

“Don’t thank me,” he said, voice low, almost a growl of amusement. “Just… notice it. Notice yourself.”

And just like that, he left the bookstore, his departure leaving a strange emptiness, a lingering heat that I couldn’t shake.

I sank into the nearest chair, heart still hammering, mind swirling. That was wrong. Forbidden. Dangerous. And yet, I had never felt more alive.

By the time I walked home, the city lights blurred in my vision. My thoughts were a tangled mess: Alex, my dad’s best friend, older, charming, impossible… and yet, the pull I felt toward him was undeniable.

I barely noticed the figure leaning casually against the railing in the alleyway near my apartment. “Mary,” came a familiar teasing voice.

I spun around, and my stepbrother, Ryan, grinned at me. “You look… flustered. Who’s got you all tangled up tonight?”

“Ryan! What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to mask my racing heart.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, eyes glinting with mischief. “But I think I already know. Care to tell me who’s been making my stepsister blush?”

I groaned inwardly. Perfect. Just perfect.

Ryan smirked, leaning closer. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone… for now.”

And then there was another presence I hadn’t noticed before a tall, commanding figure watching from the shadows. My sister’s mate, Dominic, his eyes dark and unreadable, like a predator studying his prey. A chill ran down my spine. He said nothing, but the weight of his gaze was enough to make me shiver.

I realized, with a mix of fear and excitement, that my life was about to change. The forbidden pull of these three men each different, each dangerous, each impossible was only beginning.

And I wasn’t sure how long I could resist.