Chapter 4

Kaida's pov

 I heard a knock on my door and told the person to come in.

It was Alpha Atlas.

As he entered, his intense gaze fixed on me. 

“Can I have a word with you?” he asked, stepping closer. His scent was strong and alluring.

Instinctively, I stepped back, feeling his imposing presence as he towered over me.

 “Are you okay?” he asked gently, and I nodded. ”can I talk to you?” he asked, “you are already talking to me alpha or are you here to continue with what you couldn't finish with Akira?” I asked teasingly.

"You're irresistible, naughty girl," he whispered, his warm breath caressing my skin. His lips danced along my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"We can continue this in my chamber if you want to," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

I shook my head, “you are such a player, Do your pack members know how naughty their alpha is” I whispered. “No my love” he replied laughing

 “Look, Kaida,” he began, “what you saw in my room was a misunderstanding. Nothing happened between Akira and me.” There was a trace of guilt in his eyes.

 “Alpha, you don’t need to explain anything to me, alright?” I answered firmly. “I’m not your girlfriend, and this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you in compromising situations with other women. Besides, Akira is your girlfriend, so there’s no explanation needed.”

 “Akira isn’t my girlfriend, Kaida,” he said calmly, though I sensed a hint of frustration in his tone.

 “As if I care whether she is or not,” I replied, meeting his gaze evenly.

 He sighed. “I just wanted to check on you, and I felt it was important to clear things up.”

“Alright, Alpha, but really, there’s no need. Save that energy for when it matters—because one day, you’ll have a lot of explaining to do to your mate about your reputation with nearly every young she-wolf in the pack.”

 At my words, he closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, all I saw was deep regret. 

“Kaida, I’m sorry,” he whispered before leaving the room.

What’s going on with the Alpha? I wondered as I watched him go, feeling a confusing swirl of emotions.

 After Alpha Atlas left my room, I focused on finishing my homework. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep, only to wake up later to the soft sensation of a hand gently touching me. I opened my eyes, but I didn’t need to see his face to know who it was. His presence was as familiar as my heartbeat.

 “Baby, I’m here,” he whispered, sliding into bed beside me. Something felt different tonight; he was quiet, a stillness unlike him.

“Are you alright?” I asked, sensing the tension in his silence.

 “I’m fine,” he replied but then paused. “But… can I ask you something?”

“Of course, You can ask me anything,” I reassured him.

 He hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Are you… in love with your Alpha?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice filled with surprise.

“There’s a rumour going around that you’re in a relationship with Alpha Atlas,” he said calmly, watching my face closely.

 “Alpha Atlas?” I shook my head, surprised by the absurdity of it. “Atlas has been my brother’s friend for years, but I could never fall for him. He’s… well, he has a reputation as a womanizer.”

 I knew I had just lied to my mysterious man. The truth was, I did have feelings for Alpha Atlas, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit it to him.

 “What if he is your mate? Will you give him a chance?” he pressed, his voice calm but probing.

 I hesitated. “I’m not sure if he’s my mate,” I replied honestly. “But I’ll find out soon, on my birthday in a few weeks. Still, I can’t imagine him choosing me as his Luna, I’m not the type of girl he usually goes for.”

 He was quiet for a moment before I changed the subject. “Enough about the Alpha. Tell me… which pack do you belong to?”

The silence stretched, and I realized he wasn’t going to answer me directly.

 “It wouldn’t be any fun if I revealed myself right now,” he said softly. “But… on your birthday, I promise, I’ll tell you everything.” There was a sadness in his voice, a heaviness that made me wonder what secrets he was carrying, and why he chose to stay hidden from me.

 He gently pulled my pants aside, his fingers exploring, slipping into my most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through me. As he moved his fingers, he leaned in close, his voice soft and full of longing.

 “I wish we could spend every night like this, wrapped in each other’s arms,” he murmured.

“And I also wish we were mates,” I whispered back, feeling the truth of my words settle between us.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he replied, a hint of mystery in his tone, “because it just might come to pass.”

"You're irresistible, naughty girl," he whispered, his warm breath caressing my skin. His lips danced along my neck, sending

I tried to touch his d..k but he stopped me instantly. Why do you always stop me?” I asked, frustrated. He had never allowed me to touch him like that, and I couldn’t help but wonder why.

He looked at me with a mixture of restraint and desire. I could see his eyes through the mask even though the room was dark “Because… if I let you, I might not be able to control myself,” he murmured. “I don’t want to risk hurting you.”

He pressed gentle kisses along my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His lips lingered at the spot where my mate would one day leave his mark, the sensation sparking a mix of emotions within me. 

I instinctively pulled away, preventing him from further touching that spot.

 As he explored my body, his touch was tender and considerate. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace as if savouring every moment. His caresses ignited a fire within me, and I felt myself becoming lost in the sensation.

He pulled my legs apart, his mouth trailing down to lick my p***y, sending shivers through my body. Afterwards, he carefully cleaned me up, his touch tender and considerate. Even though I was keeping myself for my mate, I couldn't resist his magical touch. We may be a little wild at night but my virginity is for my mate to break.

 Afterwards, he held me close, his arms wrapped gently around me. His touch was soothing, calming the tremors that still coursed through my body. At that moment, I felt a deep connection to him, as if our bodies had spoken a language that transcended words.

“Can I ask you a question?” I whispered, feeling a curiosity that I couldn’t hold back any longer.

 “Yes, go ahead,” he replied, meeting my gaze.

 I took a deep breath, the question heavy on my mind.” why do you hide your identity?” 

He looked away briefly, he hesitated before replying. “Please, don’t hate me when you finally figure out who I am,” he murmured, avoiding a direct answer.

“Then why do you keep sneaking in here?” I pressed, my heart pounding with the need to understand him.

He hesitated, then finally whispered, “Because I couldn’t stay away from you.” With that, he slipped out of the window, vanishing into the night.

I was left wondering, his words echoing in my mind. What did he mean by not being able to stay away from me? Could he possibly be… my mate?