CHAPTER 2

KRISTINA'S POV

 

The Crimson Snow Pack members gathered together in the lobby. We were all dressed identically, but I felt like I stood out the most. Our theme was supposed to make us wear all black, and yet, I was the only exception—I wore a red dress that was tight on my waistline, which exposed the curves of my body. Even my breasts almost popped out because of their size.

 

This was what Laurence told me to wear a while ago in preparation for his coronation night.

 

He also lent me a sparkling golden necklace. It was the one that his mother had hidden before she disappeared from their lives. I think that might be one of the reasons why Laurence couldn't bear to see me in the orphanage—he doesn't want me to experience the worst part of being abandoned.

 

"You look magnificent tonight, Kristina," Laurence sincerely complimented me while he was holding onto his wine glass.

 

I playfully smirked as I copied his gesture. "Just tonight?"

 

He hissed before sipping on his drink. "You've always been beautiful, ever since the first moment that my eyes laid on you."

 

Even though that's what he said, I still can't shake off the thought that he doesn't want to have me as his mate or even consider me one.

 

Hours went by quickly, and most of us were already tipsy because of the alcoholic beverages we consumed. Thankfully, we were able to congratulate Laurence as the new Alpha before all of us were intoxicated.

 

My surroundings kept swirling around; I could barely stand on my own. Fortunately, Laurence never left my side.

 

"W-where are we going?" My vision was too blurred for me to see the exact path where Laurence was heading. "Laurence? Didn't you hear me? I said, where are we going?" I repeated my query.

 

"Hush, I'm bringing you to my bed. It's dangerous for you to stay there together with drunk men who you aren't close with," he answered with little to no hesitation. "You'd be much safer with me," he added.

 

I let him do as he pleased until the back of my body finally touched his soft and fluffy bed. I sat on the edge as I continuously tugged on my dress to let the cold breeze brush through the insides of my attire.

 

"F*ck, don't do that." Laurence held both of my hands to stop me, and the second that I gazed upon him, I was immediately mesmerized by how close our faces were.

 

Laurence had his back slightly bent to lean towards me to reach my hands. I know it wasn't intentional, but I couldn't help but have my heart racing for him.

 

"Y-you're drunk, Laurence. Move," I abruptly uttered as I attempted to push him away.

 

However, it didn't happen, as I was the one who got pushed towards the bed instead. Laurence was literally on top of me. His legs prevented both of my thighs from spreading apart, while his hands were gripping my shoulders.

 

"Between the two of us, I'm much more sober than you are."

 

His smile was to die for!

 

"Don't blame me for whatever will occur later on, Laurence."

 

My hands traveled to his forearms, and I gently tapped them to ask him to release me, which he did. He moved his hands just beside my head. Our eye contact was maintained while I was massaging every bit of his muscles that were on his forearms, until I touched his nape.

 

"Are you sure you don't want me?" I asked him in my seductive tone. "You're going to miss me a lot when someone else gets to have me, Laurence. Don't you think you should be the first one to have a taste of me while we're still together?" I bit my lower lip just right after I licked it, to make him tempted to kiss me.

 

Nothing would change regarding our relationship if neither of us did anything—decent or not—anything!

 

Which is why I decided to be the one to lead our first night together as I pulled him closer for me to plant kisses on his lips, down to his neck.

 

And even if I was considerably weaker than him, I managed to turn our positions around. I was the one sitting on his stomach now, while he had his body lying on his bed.

 

"Why aren't you telling me to stop?" I curiously asked him, still in the middle of marking each and every corner of his chest. I could even feel my own hot breath.

 

Laurence preferred to keep his eyes shut. It's like he has totally given his whole body solely to me. I would've thought that he was just testing me if he hadn't marked me on my neck.

 

Only the gods have an idea about what we did next—we made love for a couple of minutes, until both of us were out of breath.

 

He let me use his arm as a pillow as we faced the white ceiling.

 

"So much for someone who didn't want to have me as his mate." I teased him, hoping that he'd say otherwise.

 

"Is it a sin to have s*x with a woman I'm not fated with?"

 

I turned my head around to face him, but he wasn't looking at me. "You're the son of the Alpha, and yet you lack so much knowledge. You could be cursed by the Moon Goddess; what else do you think?"

 

"Correction: I'm the current Alpha now, and my father was the former Alpha," he proudly said. Laurence suddenly stood up, which made me do the same. "This scent…" he whispered to himself with his eyebrows raised. "It can't be…" He glanced at his door, as if someone was out there waiting for him to come outside.

 

"Is anyone out—"

 

"Mate!" Laurence yelled out as he approached the entrance of his room, hastily opening his door, which revealed a dazzling woman.

 

I rubbed my eyes in order to clearly see who it was, only to find out that it was the leader of the opposing pack, Lady Montereal. She was almost identical to me, and the only feature that made us dissimilar from one another was the color of her hair; I had natural silver hair, while she only had plain black hair.

 

If Lady Montereal really was Laurence's fated mate…

 

Then does this mean that my joyous moments here with Laurence will come to an end?