All Chapters of Not my spec: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aiden’s pov I knew she was hurting. She looked completely broken, trying hard to hide her grief behind a tough facade, but I could read right through her pretense. It was written all over her, she looked even more broken than I thought she would be if things failed. As I dropped her off, I watched the way she walked, dragging her feet on the floor, weighed down by defeat. What a cruel twist of fate, I thought. If only the ritual had worked and she had shifted, life would have finally smiled on her, maybe she would have had a chance at joining a pack, making new friends, and be like others but nothing had happened and the shift never happened, though it was still a good thing that at least she hadn't lost her life in the process. I could imagine the depth of her pain, but I knew I couldn't truly comprehend how broken she felt on the inside. I watched her vanish into her apartment building before the Uber pulled away. A sudden, uncomfortable tightness settled in my chest, an itch

Aiden’s pov I pulled back slightly from the kiss, breaking our lips apart. Her gaze softened into a look of hesitation. For a brief moment, I could read the raw vulnerability in her eyes, a traitorous part of her wanted me, and I couldn't deny that I felt the exact same way. Why was I yearning for someone who wasn’t my type….? I looked her all over from her head downwards, the big trouser and shirt, definitely not my type of girl, but why did my wolf want that. This meat was poisonous to me but the only meat my wolf wanted badly, fuck I’ll just let the bad dog get what he wants. she was stiff, guarded, holding back too much like she was too scared. I wanted her to feel safe, to let go of her control and know that I was going to do this right. “Let me hold you Lila, I promise to be gentle”. My voice in a hitched breath. My hand moving from her face, I reached up, my hand framing her face as my thumb gently traced her lower lip. Sliding my hand around to the nape of her neck, I pull

Aiden’s pov Her rejection had weakened me. The way she had flung my hand from reaching into her pants. That reflex move was too quick. Like she was trying to pass a message. The raw sound escaping her throat from every touch, the way she held me tight pressing onto me at every touch. It told a whole different story, Like a baby that just tasted milk for the first time. It was quite obvious and I could sense it. I could smell the fresh heat of a fresh meat all over her. So I had to ask. The way she looked at me, her reaction, the panic written all over her face from my question proved that I was right. “Good night Aiden…” she turned to her bed, falls on it and covers herself with the sheet. That was a sign of retreat after defeat. So I was right. “So I was right?…” I said out but she remained silent. “So that’s why you stopped me”. I couldn’t stop talking when she jumped out the bed, sitting upright when she told me. “I’m not okay….its just”. She stopped for a bit. “There are

Lila’s pov It was Aiden. He held my arm mid air, his eyes blazing with a warning so clear anyone could read it: Don’t you dare. He didn’t say a word, but the message came through loud and clear. The moment his grip loosened slightly, I yanked my arm back from his hand. "Don’t..." His voice was low and commanding, but I wasn't in the mood to listen. Why was he suddenly defending her? I spun back toward Rayna, ready to make my move anyway. Before I could take a step, Aiden grabbed my shoulders and pulled me flush against him. Standing on my tiptoes, I froze. He stared straight into my soul, his posture giving that same ruthless authority of his father. "Don’t make me say it twice," he warned. I wanted to snap back, to do something, but his intense gaze held me completely paralyzed. Satisfied that his hold over me had taken effect, he released my shoulders and walked away. I watched him walk over to his seat without so much as a backward glance. He looked like a different perso

Aiden’s pov I had forced myself to sleep the night before, even though my mind was racing. When I woke early the next morning, I was ready for a fresh start. I tried to wipe away all memories of yesterday, both the bad and good and just take on a brand new day. The morning felt crisp and promising. The sun was up, shining brighter than usual, and my wolf senses were sharp, I could smell every scent in the air, both near and far. I sensed something familiar, a particular scent I am accustomed to downstairs. Not one nor two. What could they be doing at my place. I took a deep, grounding breath. I headed downstairs for my usual morning routine, expecting my driver to take me to school, when I heard familiar voices echoing near the main entrance door. I hurried down the steps and stopped dead in my tracks. Rayna. Not her again. But she wasn't alone. She had company, my friends. They were all laughing and talking near the main entrance. As I stepped closer, Matthew caught my eye an