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CHAPTER 7 – Two Shadows, One Night
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2026-05-20 10:18:13LUCIEN'S POV
“Virgin.”
The word detonated in my mind.
I pulled back instantly, like I’d been burned.
“What?”
Her voice trembled, fragile in a way that didn’t belong to her.
“I’ve never done this before…”
For a second, only the word echoed—I couldn’t even hear myself breathe.
“How old are you?” My voice came out rougher than intended.
“Twenty-three…”
Twenty-three.
Untouched.
My mind went blank.
I stood so fast the bed creaked beneath the sudden shift. How could I have been so rough with her?
Her innocence… untouched until now.
I’d never made a mistake like this before.
The room felt suffocating—tight, loud and wrong.
I walked—no, stormed—into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me harder than necessary.
My hands were shaking.
I stared at my reflection.
Unfamiliar.
Unsteady.
“How the hell…” I muttered.
I dragged a hand down my face, but it didn’t ground me.
Nothing did.
Then I looked down.
And saw it.
Blood. Fresh. Bright.
“Fvck.”
The word tore out of me as my fist slammed into the tiled wall.
The impact barely registered.
I turned on the tap, water rushing over my hands, washing the evidence away, but not the weight sitting in my chest.
My wolf was restless.
Agitated.
Not hungry.
Not satisfied.
Something else.
Something I didn’t recognize.
I dressed quickly.
Too quickly.
Like I was trying to outrun something that had already caught me.
By the time I stepped back into the room, she hadn’t moved much.
Still curled into herself.
Still holding the sheets like armor.
Her voice reached me before I could stop walking.
“Where are you going?”
I didn’t look at her.
“Business call.”
A pause.
“What?”
“It’s urgent.”
Silence stretched, thin and fragile.
Then…
“Can I leave?”
That question.
It hit differently now.
Because if she knew why I was leaving, she’d realize something dangerous.
Weakness.
An Alpha never shows weakness.
My voice hardened instantly.
“You’re staying.”
“But—”
“I paid for the night.”
The words sounded colder than I felt.
Another pause.
“…okay.”
I turned toward the door.
Stopped.
“Clean yourself up,” I added without looking back. “I’ll be back.”
Then I left.
One thought pounded inside my skull:
She was innocent.
And I had just destroyed her first night.
My jaw tightened.
For the first time in years…
I felt something dangerously close to guilt.
The feeling clawed at me, sharp and raw.
I hated it. Hated her innocence. Hated Myself.
But most of all… I hated how much it terrified me.
The night air hit me like ice.
But it wasn’t enough.
Nothing was enough to quiet the storm building inside me.
One thought kept circling, relentless and unforgiving…
She was innocent.
And I had just taken that from her.
My phone buzzed.
I answered without checking.
“What?”
“Alpha,” Markus's voice came through, amused. “Guess you’re done. Our turn to teach that girl a lesson, right?”
I stopped walking.
Slowly… I lifted the phone back to my ear.
“Markus .”
My voice dropped.
Not loud.
Not angry.
Worse.
“Go near that room…”
Silence.
Heavy.
“…and I’ll rip your throat out myself.”
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ADRIAN’S POV
“Damn it…”
The hallway refused to stay still.
Walls tilted.
Lights blurred.
And my head—
Felt like it was splitting open from the inside.
I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling sharply.
“This is why you don’t drink.”
But tonight?
Tonight didn’t follow rules.
Because if I stayed sober… I’d think.
And if I thought… I’d remember her.
Isabella.
Her voice.
Her certainty.
Her control.
My jaw tightened.
“No,” I muttered. “Not tonight.”
I moved forward, one hand braced against the wall. Step by unsteady step.
The executive floor stretched endlessly, door after identical door, polished and lifeless.
Too perfect.
Too controlled.
Just like the life waiting for me.
“One… two… three…”
I lost count halfway.
Didn’t care.
Didn’t want to.
I pressed my forehead briefly against the wall.
“Get it together, Adrian.”
No response.
Just noise.
And Isabella’s voice—
‘You’re mine.’
My hand clenched.
“I’d rather burn everything down,” I whispered, “than belong to you.”
Then—
The lights cut out instantly.
No warning.
No flicker.
Just… gone.
“What the…”
Darkness swallowed everything.
No direction.
No control.
Perfect.
I let out a short, humorless laugh.
“Of course.”
I moved blindly now.
Fingers grazing the wall.
Every step uncertain.
Until—
A handle.
Cold beneath my palm.
Finally.
“Good enough.”
I didn’t check the number.
I just opened the door—
—and stumbled inside.
The door slammed shut behind me.
Darkness again, but different… warmer, heavier.
Then I felt it.
A presence.
My eyes adjusted just enough to make out a shape on the bed.
Still.
Waiting.
My breath caught.
“No…”
My voice dropped, strained.
“Not here… not again.”
I stepped closer.
Slowly.
“Isabella?”
No answer.
Of course.
She never answered when it mattered.
A bitter laugh slipped out.
“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”
Another step.
Closer now.
The outline sharpened.
Soft curves beneath the dim emergency glow.
Something felt off.
Different.
But my mind—fogged, heavy—refused to cooperate.
“Why are you doing this?” I demanded.
Silence.
Then she moved.
Slowly pushing up.
The sheet shifted.
Bare shoulders caught the faint light.
Confusion cut through the haze, Sharp and unwelcome.
“Isabella…what are you doing?”
Her voice came irritated and strained.
“I’m not in the mood for this tonight, Lucien. Stop calling me Isabella.”
Everything stilled.
My thoughts.
My breathing.
My pulse.
Lucien?
“What…?”
I blinked hard, forcing focus.
“You’re even denying your name now?” I said, voice unsteady. “And who the hell is Lucien?”
My grip on reality tightened.
“I’m not that drunk. I know who I am.”
A beat.
“I’m Adrian.”
She stood abruptly.
Too fast.
Then flinched—like something hurt.
“Please…” she said, frustration bleeding through. “I don’t have time for whatever this is. You asked me to wait. Now you’re acting like I don’t belong here?”
Her voice cracked slightly.
“I just need you to finish what you started… and pay me.”
Something twisted in my chest.
Wrong.
This was all wrong.
But the alcohol, the anger, the lingering ghost of Isabella— It all blurred together into something dangerous.
Maybe this was the only way to end it.
To make her stop.
To make everything stop.
I stepped closer, my hand pressing against her shoulder.
“Fine,” I murmured, low and controlled—but just barely. “This is the fifth time you’ve thrown yourself at me without shame. And this time… I won’t back away. If this is what it takes for you to leave me alone, Isabella…”
My grip tightened, just enough to draw her attention.
“Then you’ll regret ever asking for it.”
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