Chapter 2

I could clearly hear Logan swallow hard beside me.

Toby’s expression, on the other hand, turned incredibly ugly. The thrilling rush he got from fooling around with Chloe right in front of my face seemed to instantly vanish.

He snapped to his feet and snatched the glass of wine from my hand. “We’ve had enough alcohol for tonight. Let’s play a party game instead.”

The party bottle began to spin.

When it landed on Toby, he wrapped his arms around Chloe without a shred of hesitation, and the two of them bit into opposite ends of a single gummy worm.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

As the candy shrank, the surrounding pack members started chanting, cheering them on until the two dissolved into a deep, passionate kiss. Chloe, her face flushed crimson, leaned back into Toby’s chest, not forgetting to shoot me a smug, triumphant smirk.

Beside them, a few pack members muttered under their breaths, mocking me.

“A certain female werewolf has no idea she’s being publicly betrayed. She actually thinks she’s just an audience member like the rest of us! Watching her is better than TV.”

They covered their mouths and snickered, utterly convinced I had no clue who they were whispering about.

Clink.

The bottle slowed down and stopped, its neck pointing directly at me.

This time, the penalty wasn’t candy—it was a kiss.

Every eye in the room locked onto me, practically buzzing with anticipation for my choice. They all seemed morbidly curious to see if I would subconsciously gravitate toward Toby out of sheer habit.

Toby looked away nervously, terrified that looking into my eyes might trigger my true instincts. Sitting right next to me, Logan implicitly clenched his fingers, his posture stiffening.

I let out a soft laugh. “Do I even need to say it? Naturally, I choose my boyfriend.”

I noticed Logan visibly exhale a breath he had been holding.

At that exact moment, Toby stood up, hurriedly interjecting with his own suggestion. “A kiss on the forehead still counts as a kiss.”

“No way.”

I stood up and wrapped one hand tightly around Logan’s silk tie, forcing him to look up at me. “Whatever other male wolves get, my boyfriend gets too.”

I leaned down and pressed my lips firmly against Logan’s, kissing him deeply.

The intoxicating blend of alcohol, tobacco, and cologne mixed perfectly with Logan’s potent pheromones, giving off a uniquely dangerous, masculine scent. None of them had ever seen me this passionate before—not even during the entire three years I had spent dating Toby.

The room erupted into absolute chaos, the crowd roaring with cheers.

Once Logan snapped out of his brief shock, his hand gripped my waist, and he ruthlessly took control, kissing me back with a fierce, possessive hunger.

Gradually, the cheers died down.

In their place, a suffocating, low-pressure silence blanketed the grand hall. The source was Toby. His face was entirely clouded with a dark, suppressed fury as he glared violently at his older brother.

“Enough! How much longer are you two going to kiss?”

How pathetic. Wasn’t this exactly the result he had started?

Logan didn’t even bother looking up at him. Instead, he gently used his thumb to wipe away the smeared lipstick at the corner of my mouth.

I feigned a look of pure innocence and confusion. “What’s wrong? Isn’t this exactly how the game is played?”

“And here I was, worried Serena would feel out of place because of her amnesia. Turns out she’s the most experienced one here,” Chloe chimed in, crossing her arms with a bitter, defensive sneer.

Her petty jab didn’t faze me at all. But Toby looked ready to blow a fuse, turning his head away with a dark, brooding scowl.

While visiting the restroom to touch up my lipstick, Toby’s cold, angry voice drifted over from the far end of the hallway.

“Logan, you promised you wouldn’t touch Serena. What the hell did that kiss back there mean?”

Logan replied, his voice laced with a lazy, mocking amusement. “It was just a game. She has amnesia, remember? She thinks I’m her boyfriend. Who else was she supposed to pick? You, when you have another she-wolf attached to your hip? Don’t forget, I'm doing you a favor here.”

Toby choked on his words. He took a sharp, heavy breath before throwing back a freezing reply.

“Fine! Either way, just cut out the physical intimacy from now on. I know you, and I know nothing will happen between you two, especially since you despise Serena so much. But you’re still my brother, and forcing you to play along like this makes me feel a bit guilty.”

Logan let out a cold snort and prepared to turn away, but Toby caught him by the shoulder.

“In a little while, you can take Serena to the romantic surprise event I set up. But remember one thing, Logan—once Serena turns eighteen next week, she is going to be my fated mate. You can play your part, but don’t you dare catch real feelings. Otherwise, we’re going to have a massive problem.”