LOGINChapter 4
Olandria; I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself, praying my Dad wouldn’t suddenly show up here. I wasn’t ready to look him in the eye—not after what had happened. Alpha Lorenzo promised to keep my presence here a secret, at least for now. But I had no idea how long that would last, giving his closeness with my Dad. I made my way to the balcony, exhaling when I saw Alpha Lorenzo's huge frame leaning against the railing. "I couldn't find my suitcase," I said. He turned--and froze. His eyes raking over my body. He was staring at me like he was trying to memorize every inch of me. Heat crawled to my skin, and I became painfully aware I was standing before him in nothing but a towel. Something about the way he stared at me, made my pussy clench in excitement. I had this wild urge to let the towel drop, to see how he'll react then. Does he find me attractive too? I took a deep breath and stepped further in, "Alpha? Are you okay?" He shook his head, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," Then after a pause, he pulled off his shirt, revealing his hard muscled chest, "Wear this. I can't have you roaming around the house like that." He handed me the shirt and turned his back. I felt a flicker of disappointment. I was just the daughter of his close friend. I really needed to stop thinking he saw me as anything more. I let the towel fall to the floor, my eyes tracing the lines of his broad back as I slipped into his shirt. It hung just above my ass—perfect length. I left the top three buttons undone. Picking up the towel, I placed it on the railing, then walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. Alpha Lorenzo froze, every muscle in his body tensing. "Thank you," I whispered, pressing my body against his. His scent filled my lungs, so masculine and addictive. "I don't know what I would have done tonight without you." I could feel the tension slowly leave him before he turned to face me. I stepped forward until I was standing between his legs. He closed his eyes briefly, as if trying to steady himself. "You know you're always welcome here, Ollie," he murmured, his voice low and rough. My hands tightened around his stomach. I could feel every ridge of muscle beneath my palms. "Olandria," he warned, gently prying my hands off and stepping back. "You don't have to keep pushing me away," I whispered. His eyes lingered on me, unreadable, "Can I ask you something?" "Of course." "What do you think about your mate? I frowned, "What do you mean?" "Aren't you hoping to meet your mate one day? Don't you wonder who it'll be?" I shrugged, "I guess. But I don't want to spend my life waiting for something that might never happen. Besides, not everyone finds their mate at eighteen or nineteen." I had no idea why he was asking about finding my mate? Does he perhaps find me attracted as well? In the deepest part of my mind, I really wish I'd find my mate, sooner than later. But that definitely won't be stopping me from having a little fun until then. Lorenzo's eyes shone with uncertainty, "Does it bother you?" My brows pulled furrowed, wondering why he was suddenly asking, "Does it bother you?" I shot back. "You're the Alpha, and you haven't found a mate either. Does that bother you?" He tensed. "Have you ever been mated?" I asked quietly. "No." "But you could have chosen anyone, right? So why haven't you? The whole pack's been worried about that, actually." His gaze was intense, smoldering, "Are you worried?" He asked. "No, I'm just.... curious. Like everyone else." His eyes flickered to my lips, and back to my eyes, "What if I tell you...I found her already?" My heart skipped a beat. That should've been good news, but my chest tightened painfully, "You...you found her? Who is she? Someone from our pack?" He reached out, brushing his thumb along my cheek. The touch sent flutters straight to my core, doing nothing to ease the ache building inside me. He’d found his mate—and here I was, lusting after him. Alpha Lorenzo leaned closer, his nose grazing mine. His eyes glowed faintly, golden flecks shimmering in the blue, almost like his wolf was on the surface. “What if I told you,” he whispered, voice rough and raspy, “she’s right here…” My breath caught, but my mind couldn’t fully process his words—I was too focused on his lips. The way his tongue darted out to wet them made my pulse race. "I really want to kiss you, little wolf," he murmured his thumb tracing my lower lips. My heart thundered dangerously fast. He wanted to kiss me. Alpha Lorenzo wanted me. And I wanted him just as badly. I wanted to feel that taste of his lips on mine. But the words tangled on my tongue. "Can I?" I'd dreamed about this, him kissing me, him hovering over me, as I lay underneath him as I he slide his thick cock into my pussy, making love to me, slamming inside me.... His lips brushed mine, silencing every dirty thoughts. "Please?" he urged softly, almost painfully. I nodded, once....and then he was on me, his mouth crushing into mine. It felt like an explosion inside me. Lorenzo’s hands were everywhere—hot, possessive, desperate. His body pressed hard against mine, his erection teasing me through the thin fabric of his shirt. He didn't kiss me gently. He kissed me like a man who’d been starving. His tongue swept across my lip, parting them before plunging in. He tasted so good, and his dominance made my head spin. I arched into him, wanting more—needing more—as our tongues tangled. He groaned, the sound vibrating through my body. His hand slid down my thigh, and in one smooth motion, he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. Our breaths came out ragged. I could hear his heart pounding—or maybe it was mine. I wasn't so sure anymore. I heard some movements, and then I felt my back press against a wall. He deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair. Then suddenly, he pulled away. The moonlight caught his face, revealing pain and conflict flickering in his golden eyes. "Do you have any idea how much I've wanted to do that?" he groaned, grinding his hips against me. The shirt had ridden up, and since I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, I could feel just how hard he was. "Do you have any idea,” he growled, biting my lower lip, “how long I’ve waited to have you here—in my arms, in my house… wearing my damn shirt?” And then his tongue was in my mouth again, devouring, claiming. His fingers fisted in my hair, tugging just hard enough to sting, but the pain only fueled the pleasure. He thrust his hips forward, and a moan spilled escaped me, "Alpha," I gasped. "Lorenzo," he corrected, his mouth trailing down my neck. The moment his lips touched the skin near my collar bone, a tremor ripped through me. My pussy clenched so hard I almost came right there. “Lorenzo…” My voice was barely a whisper. “What’s happening?” His lips were hot against my skin. Every lick, every graze of his teeth sent waves of heat rolling through me. When he sucked gently, my body trembled uncontrollably. I tilted my head, surrendering completely—letting him take whatever he wanted. "You're mine, little wolf," he growled, his grip on my waist tightening. And then, with a low rumble that sounded like his wolf itself, he whispered against my skin, "My mate.""No. I want you to feel every inch. Want you to remember this tomorrow when you start doubting again.""I won't doubt...""Yes, you will. Because you're scared. And that's okay. But I need you to remember this." I thrust deeper, made her gasp. "Remember how you feel right now. How we fit together. How perfect this is.""Damon...""No one else gets to have this. No one else gets to see you like this. Touch you like this. Make you feel like this.""Only you—""That's right. Only me." I changed angles, hit that spot that made her see stars. "And you're the only one who gets to have me. All of me."She came again, clenching around me, nails raking down my back. I followed her over, burying my face in her neck as the orgasm tore through me.After, we lay tangled together, both breathing hard."I'm sorry," she whispered. "I shouldn't have doubted you.""You're allowed to have doubts. You're allowed to be scared. But I need you to talk to me about them. Not let them fester.""Okay.""Promise
Lexi was still at the table, but she'd pushed her food away. Was just sitting there, staring at her wine glass."Hey," I said, sliding back into the booth."Hey.""I'm sorry. I didn't know she'd be here—""Why didn't you tell me you were engaged before?""It didn't seem relevant."She looked at me then, and I saw the hurt in her eyes. "Didn't seem—she was going to be your *wife*, Damon.""And I called it off. Five years ago. It's ancient history.""Is it?" She picked up her wine glass, took a long drink. "Because she didn't look at you like ancient history. She looked at you like unfinished business.""There's nothing unfinished—""Why did you call it off?"The question caught me off guard. "What?""The wedding. Why did you call it off?""Because I wasn't ready.""And now you are? With me?""That's different—""How?" Her voice rose slightly. "How is it different?"People at nearby tables were starting to look. I lowered my voice, leaned forward."Can we talk about this somewhere else?
DAMONVanessa Blake stood at our table, hand still extended toward Lexi, smile still fixed on her face.And I couldn't breathe.Five years. It had been five years since I'd seen her. Since I'd called off our wedding two months before the ceremony and watched her world shatter.Since I'd broken the heart of the woman I'd thought I'd spend my life with.And now she was here. In the one place I'd felt safe. Looking at Lexi like she was an interesting puzzle to solve."Vanessa," I said again, because I couldn't think of anything else to say.Lexi hadn't shaken her hand. Was just staring at Vanessa with wide eyes, then looking at me like I'd betrayed her."Ex-fiancée?" Lexi's voice was quiet. Controlled. "You were engaged?""It was a long time ago—""How long?""Five years."Vanessa finally lowered her hand, seemingly unbothered by the tension crackling through our corner of the restaurant. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I just saw you sitting here and couldn't believe it. Damon C
LEXI'S POVBy Friday afternoon, I'd had enough.Cole had sent another note. Had waited outside my dorm that morning. Had asked me out again in front of a group of students, putting me on the spot.And I was done playing nice.I found him in the dining hall at lunch, surrounded by other students. Approached his table with my hands clenched into fists."Cole. I need to talk to you."He looked up, smiled. "Lexi. Want to join us?""No. I want you to stop."The smile faltered. "Stop what?""This. The flowers. The notes. The constant attention. I've told you I'm not interested.""I'm just being friendly—""No, you're not. You're harassing me."The conversations around us died. Everyone was staring now."That's a strong word," Cole said carefully."It's an accurate word. I've told you no multiple times. You keep pushing. That's harassment.""You said you're in a relationship. But I don't see any evidence of that.""That's because it's private—""Private or secret? There's a difference." He s
---That night, I told Damon everything.We were in his apartment, tangled together on his couch. I'd been holding it in all day, but now it spilled out—the flowers, the notes, the public conversations, the whispers."He won't stop," I said. "No matter how many times I say no, he just keeps pushing."Damon's arms tightened around me. "I'll handle it.""How? You can't exactly confront him without making things worse.""I'll figure something out.""Damon—""I can't just sit here while he harasses you.""It's not harassment. Not technically. He's just... persistent.""That's bullshit and you know it." He pulled back to look at me. "He's crossing boundaries. Making you uncomfortable. That's harassment.""But I can't prove that. And if I report him, it'll just look like I'm causing more drama.""You're not causing anything—""Aren't I? The Dean already warned me about being involved in too many incidents. If I report Cole, he'll think I'm the problem."Damon was silent, but I could see the
LEXIThe flowers arrived on Tuesday.A bouquet of white roses, delivered to my dorm room with a card that read: Still thinking about you. —CMaya was sitting on her bed when I opened the box, and her eyebrows shot up. "Okay, those are gorgeous. Who sent them?""Cole.""The persistent transfer guy?" She got up, came over to look. "Damn. He's really not giving up, is he?""Apparently not." I picked up the card, read it again, felt irritation burn in my chest. "I've told him no three times. What part of 'I'm in a committed relationship' is unclear?""Maybe he thinks if he tries hard enough, you'll change your mind.""Well, he's wrong."I grabbed the entire bouquet, walked to the trash can, and dumped it in.Maya winced. "That feels like a waste of perfectly good flowers.""He shouldn't have sent them."My phone buzzed.Cole: Did you get my flowers?I typed back quickly: Me: Yes. Please don't send more. I'm not interested.Cole: Coffee tomorrow? Just to talk?Me: No. I've told you—I'm see







