CHAPTER SIX

Flora’s POV

“Why are you stopping me now? Huh? What do you want?!”

Instead of answering my question, the man started lecturing me like I was some kind of child.

“There are dangerous men out there who would take advantage of someone like you—especially when you're drunk.”

I scoffed, “That’s none of your business.”

I tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge. Instead, I gasped when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. I glared at him, feeling a surge of frustration.

“It's very much my business because I’m the-” He blurted it out but suddenly stopped. 

I wanted to yell at him. To scream. To tell him that he had no right to interfere. But more than that—I wanted to tell him the truth. That I didn’t have a choice. That I needed to be marked before my 18th birthday, or else I wouldn’t survive.

But I knew he wouldn’t believe me.

“You have no right to tell me what I should do. Haven’t you had a one-night stand?”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and to my surprise, he shook his head.

I blinked, momentarily taken aback. His grip on my wrist loosened before he finally let go.

A pure-blooded werewolf like him—someone with power, with strength, with women probably throwing themselves at his feet—and he had never been with anyone? 

“I take my relationships seriously.” His intense gaze locked onto mine, sending shivers down my spine. “And you should, too.”

My jaw tightened, the words he said feeling like a slap in the face.

“Well, good for you,” I muttered, my voice thick with frustration. “But I’m not going to follow your advice.” My heart pounded, not just with anger but with something deeper—something I couldn't fully understand.

I turned sharply on my heel, my irritation boiling over. “So, goodbye.”

I was determined to leave, to get as far away from him as possible. But before I could take another step, I gasped in shock as he suddenly lifted me off the ground.

It happened so fast that my mind barely had time to process it. His arms were strong—so strong that he made it seem effortless, as if I weighed nothing at all.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I demanded, struggling against his grip. “Put me down! Let go of me—now!”

Heat rushed to my face, my cheeks burning as all the blood in my body seemed to surge toward my head. I thrashed against him, trying to free myself, but he was unyielding. His grip remained firm as he carried me across the room. Before I could fully register what was happening, he stopped, placed me down and turned to face me.

His next words made my breath hitch.

"Are you sure you want to have sex with me?"

The directness of his question caught me off guard. He wasn’t playing games. He was serious. Dead serious.

I found myself staring into his eyes—those piercing eyes that seemed to pull me in like a force I couldn’t resist.

And before I knew it, I nodded.

He parted his lips slightly as if he was about to say something, but before he could speak, I reached up and cupped his face in my hands. Then, without another thought, I kissed him again.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest. The sound sent a shiver down my spine. It was raw, primal, filled with something that made my entire body heat up.

I opened my eyes slightly as our lips moved against each other, and that’s when I saw it.

His wolf.

It was resurfacing.

His eyes, which had been filled with restraint moments ago, darkened—turning into a pitch-black abyss.

He was aroused.

His hands moved with purpose, fingers grazing my skin as he pulled me closer. I felt the heat radiating from his body, the undeniable hunger in his touch.

And then, without hesitation, he stripped off my shirt.

The cool air against my skin sent a jolt through me, bringing me back to my senses. A sudden wave of panic crashed over me, and I tensed.

“Wait,” I whispered against his lips.

He paused instantly, his breath warm against my face. His eyes, still dark with desire, searched mine for an answer.

“What is it?”

I looked away, suddenly feeling self-conscious. My hands gripped his arms as I struggled to find the right words.

“I... I’m— I’m a virgin.”

Silence.

I felt him freeze against me, before he could take another step to leave, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back toward me. My fingers tightened around his arm, my voice laced with desperation.

“No, please.” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “I really need this.”

I felt my chest tighten, my heart hammering so hard it hurt.

“After that,” I added in a softer voice, “I won’t cause you any more trouble. I promise.”

His piercing eyes locked onto mine, filled with something unreadable. I could see the battle raging inside him. His jaw clenched, his muscles tensed. 

With a low growl, he pushed me down, pinning me beneath him. A startled gasp left my lips as he hovered over me. His heated gaze roamed over me, tracing every inch from my face down to my toes. My nakedness burned under his scrutiny, my breath growing uneven.

I saw it then—the undeniable lust in his eyes.

“I’ll make sure you forget about that bastard ex of yours tonight.”

He leaned in, his lips mere inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin. His next words sent a shiver through me.

“Because you’re mine now.”