Teya's POV My brain was all jumbled. That wasn't me back there. It wasn't. *Oof*"Watch where you're going." An angry voice uttered. It was sharp, irritated. But I didn’t have the strength or the focus to give even a half-hearted apology. My mind was stuck on what had just happened in Lucien’s office. All I could do was keep walking, retreating quickly to my dorm, my steps heavy and unsteady.I stormed down the hallway like fire licked at my heels, trying not to burst into flames from the sheer mortification churning in my gut. What the hell had I just done?I arrived here determined to uncover the truth behind my sister’s tragic death. This wasn’t what I signed up for—not to find myself on my knees, sucking off a very man who might have a hand in whatever sinister events led to her demise. Seriously, what has my life come to?It felt like my legs were made of jelly, all shaky and unsteady beneath me. My lips were still buzzing from our encounter, and honestly, it felt like ther
Lucien’s PovYes I had been thinking about Teya right before she waltzed into my office like she owned the damn place. If you ask me why, I'd probably not be able to answer because I'm not sure I know the answer myself. All I know is that one minute I had been investigating Reya's death, then the next thoughts of her flooded my head. I had broken the mate bond. So why couldn't I get her out of my head. She occupied a part of my head. Literally. She was just there. Thoughts about how I'd saved her, how the wet clothes stuck to her skin like sin were what made my dick jump and stand at attention.I had never been so painfully hard before in my life and the next thing I knew, I was walking to the leather couch in my office, unbuttoning my pants as my dick sprung free. I had my cock in my hand as I stroked at leisure pace to the thoughts of Teya Moren. Then she walked in. The center of my obsession.I lost a few brain cells, probably, because I was stalking her, her back flat on th
Teya's POV Lucien kissed me again, slower this time—deeper. His mouth moved over mine like a prayer, like a man starved not just for touch but for meaning. It wasn’t just heat anymore—it was a connection. It was every wall he’d built crumbling.His hand slid from my waist to my ribs, fingers playing as if trying to memorize the shape of me. His touch was reverent, tentative, like he couldn’t quite believe I was real—like if he held too tightly, I might slip through his fingers.I arched into him, my breath catching as his lips trailed to my jaw, down the curve of my throat. Every place his mouth touched felt branded—electric with sensation. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as a soft sound escaped me, involuntary and raw.Lucien stilled for a breath, his lips hovering at the base of my throat. A muscle in his jaw ticked, as though he were fighting something inside himself. His eyes searched mine—desperate, burning, but still holding on to the last thread of con
Teya's POV His hand hovered just above my jaw, not touching but close enough that I could feel a subtle tingle on my skin. It was as if his fingertips were waiting for permission, but they lingered there, unsure whether to move forward or back. The air around us grew thick with tension, every breath seeming heavier than the last. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, louder than I expected, beating like it wanted to break free. His eyes flickered with something unreadable—an emotion I couldn’t quite place—before softly murmuring, “I didn’t plan for you to see me. Not to see me like this, not to be caught off guard by what I was feeling.” His voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid to voice his true thoughts. “But maybe… maybe it’s good that you did.” His words hung in the air, quiet but loaded with meaning.My brain spun. I struggled to understand what he was trying to say. “Why?” I managed to whisper, my voice barely above a whisper, trembling with uncertainty. A bi
Teya's POVThe elevator doors hissed shut behind me, sealing me inside with only my thoughts for company. The pounding of my heartbeat was deafening—each thump loud enough to drown out every other sound. I had no idea how I was supposed to face Lucien when I saw him again. Should I demand answers? Accuse him of lying? Plead with him to tell the truth? My mind spun with all the possibilities, each more desperate than the last. I could feel the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me. My stomach clenched tight, nerves tingling in knots.And then, as if the universe decided to play a cruel joke, the elevator doors slid open. Instantly, my thoughts shattered into fragments, scattered by the sight awaiting me. His door was slightly ajar, welcoming, almost mocking. I hesitated, heart pounding louder than ever, instincts telling me to turn and run. But my feet refused to obey. I heard him before I saw him—something raw and primal in his breathing. A low, ragged breath that sounded like i
Teya’s PovLater that day, I found myself practically flying down the hallway toward Kael’s office. I was speed-walking so fast it felt like I could hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears, each echo amplifying my anxiety. Honestly, it was like the hallway just kept stretching on indefinitely, as if the entire universe was conspiring to give me just a little extra time to rethink my decision. But nope, no backing out now.“He's Lucien’s uncle,” the words played on repeat in my mind like a haunted melody that I couldn’t shake off. With each mental replay, my stomach twisted into tighter knots. How in the world had I been completely oblivious to this bombshell? I mean, I can definitely chalk some of it up to the fact that I had only been here for a few weeks. But really? Still, now that I knew, a chill crept up my spine and made my skin crawl. It was as if the universe had tossed me into the middle of a soap opera or some ridiculous drama where two guys were involved—two mates, to be e