But I won’t give in again. I’ve paid too high a price for his selfish desires. I refuse to be the mistress of a married narcissist, no matter how much my body betrays me. “Enough!” I snapped, finally turning my face away from his desperate mouth. “I said enough!” My voice cracked into a scream, raw and full of hurt. My soul was crying out—but I doubted it meant anything to him. Breathing heavily, the Alpha finally loosened his grip, and I sprang away from him like the devil from holy water. “You're just a narcissistic, sick bastard!” I screamed, my voice raw and trembling as a full-blown breakdown crashed over me. My whole body was shaking, tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t care. I had to say it. All of it. Everything that had been festering inside me. “You ruined my life with your selfish games and your disgusting arrogance!” My voice cracked as I shouted at him, tears streaming freely now. “Because you can’t keep your damn dick in your pants, you’ve taken away my chance to
“What?” I blink in confusion, a wave of unease crawling up my spine. “A dance,” Wayland says, rising from his seat and gallantly offering me his hand. I hear the music grow slightly louder—just like the pounding of my heart. A wave of anxiety crashes over me, making the air feel heavy and my palms begin to sweat. Oh, perfect, Alina. Embarrassing yourself already! Pull it together! I wipe my hands on the fabric napkin and place mine in his. His palm is incredibly warm... no—he’s hot all over! As if I didn’t already know that. And I feel every bit of it as the wolf pulls me closer by the hand, wrapping an arm tightly around my waist. I don’t know where to look. I hate when he’s this close—because I like it. I become helpless in his arms, and that both irritates and upsets me. The man moves slowly, confidently, leading our dance, and I follow his lead. His scent is dizzying, and I avert my eyes, trying not to get lost in his face. But the lack of space between us makes that almost
Wayland surprised me again when he stood up, extended a hand, and helped me into my seat like an absolute gentleman. “You look stunning,” he said smoothly, his lips curling into a small smirk. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Was that… a compliment? Did pigs just learn to fly? “T-thank you,” I mumbled, completely thrown off. This had to be a tactic. Maybe he wanted to catch me off guard, make me nervous, sabotage my presentation, and then laugh at my failure. Well, not on my watch. “I don’t understand why we had to meet under these conditions,” I said, waving my hand around the room with a hint of irritation. “We could have discussed everything at your office without all this fancy setup.” The Alpha looked at me, and I caught a mischievous glint in his eyes. That smile suited him perfectly. God, those lips were so beautiful... Oh no, not again! Damn mark! “Well, my office doesn’t serve food as good as this,” his velvety voice drifted into my ears. “I took the liberty o
By the agreed time, I was dressed and ready. Of course, a single day wasn’t nearly enough to prepare a proper report and outline every detail of the curriculum, but I’d managed to do a solid job. With the Alpha’s approval of the project, I could refine the rest along the way. I ended up wearing the dress. Tanya was right—this wasn’t the time to provoke a werewolf, nor did I want to tangle with him unnecessarily. So in this case, I let him win. Besides, the dress truly was exquisite—elegant, refined, and undeniably stunning. A rich plum color, it fell just below my knees, hugging my figure in all the right ways without restricting my movements. The top featured a V-neckline with thick straps that crossed over my shoulders and dipped into a half-open back. The design framed my chest in such a way that it left just enough to the imagination—perhaps exactly what he intended? I styled my hair in a loose updo, letting a few soft curls frame my face. The scars from the marking had faded
“Oh, I see… So while I’m still a child, you’ll calmly go to fuck others, and I’m supposed to watch this and happily grow up for you?! Isn’t that a bit selfish?!” A wave of indignation presses down on me so strongly that I can’t hold back my anger and the tears welling up. My feelings are tearing me apart, each one stronger than the last. “Fine! Then I’ll just calmly date guys during this time! You know, gain experience… for you, darling!” I spit at him angrily, completely overwhelmed by outrage and hurt. “Don’t play with me, girl,” the werewolf growls lowly, suddenly too close, grabbing me by the waist. “No guys!” Tears of hurt roll down my cheeks. The injustice suffocates me with its claws, not letting me breathe. “I already have a boyfriend,” I say, my voice trembling but firm. “He’s kind and caring, and would never betray me. He deserves to share with me my first kiss, my first warm feelings. And what do you offer me?” I ask painfully, looking into his eyes. “You promise me, ‘Ev
Tanya Velichko: The sudden intensity of the situation made me not immediately understand what Zavir had said. So many emotions were swirling inside me at that moment that it was hard to pinpoint exactly what I was feeling. I was excited because someone had asked me to be their girlfriend, and I said yes. There was the thrill and fear of a first kiss. And there was also some joy and confusion when I saw Zavir — it meant he remembered and had come. But then a complete shock and disbelief hit me as the meaning of his words slowly sank in. “What?” I barely managed to squeeze out, staring wide-eyed at the werewolf. But he didn’t hear me anymore. His gaze was fixed on Pasha’s hand, which was still holding me tightly in an embrace. I missed the moment when, with a growl, he ripped me from Pasha’s arms, and the world flipped upside down. Before my eyes flashed the snowy sidewalk and Zavir’s strong, imposing back. He basically threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and starte