Chapter 3

Kaida's pov

I helped my father serve dinner. "Kaida, is something wrong?" my father asked, sensing my emotions. 

 "Dad, I'm alright," I replied, forcing a smile. Inside, I was questioning myself. Why did I feel betrayed when I saw the Alpha and Akira? 

 Just then, Alpha Atlas walked into the dining room, carrying with him an unmistakably powerful aura. 

Yet, as soon as our eyes met, I felt myself getting lost in his captivating gaze, those beautiful eyes pulling me in once again.

"Alpha, you're here. Please, take a seat," my father said, breaking our gaze and returning me to reality. 

Alpha Atlas settled into the chair opposite mine. My dad and my brother Axel started chatting with him about pack matters, their laughter and cheer filling the room, while I found myself absent-mindedly playing with the fork in my hand, barely listening. 

  "Kaida, you’re not eating. Is everything alright with you?" Axel asked, a touch of concern in his voice. 

  My father added, "Don't you like the food? You’ve barely touched it." 

  I forced myself to answer, saying, "Can I skip dinner today? I’m just not hungry." My father gave a nod, and I quickly rose from the table, retreating to my room. As I left, I could hear him quietly asking Axel, "Are you sure everything is okay with your sister?"

  Once alone in my room, my thoughts overwhelmed me. 

"Moon Goddess, why do I feel this strange pull toward the Alpha? Why does his presence both draw me in and make me feel suffocated?" I murmured to myself. 

The memory of seeing him with a naked Akira, so close to intimacy, flashed painfully through my mind. "Why does it hurt so much to see him with someone else?" 

 I kept asking myself these questions, feeling confused and helpless, as no answers came to soothe my heart.

 My mind wandered to my mysterious lover, the one I should be thinking of instead of the Alpha, who’s tied to a girlfriend that’s nothing but a bully.

It all began one unforgettable night, just after we returned from a party held for our pack warriors. The moment I stepped into my room, a strong hand pulled me close, pressing me against his chest while covering my mouth. 

"Please don’t scream,I just want to talk to you. I promise I won’t harm you," he whispered. For some reason, I felt completely at ease in his arms. Instead of struggling, I allowed myself to surrender to the moment. 

 “Who are you?” I asked. With my back facing him, I sensed he wore a mask; his voice had an unfamiliar, unreal quality. “Someday, I’ll introduce myself properly. For now, you can call me anything you like.”

  “Alright, mysterious man, let’s talk,” I said. 

 He began to gently inhale the scent of my neck, and before I knew it, he’d turned me around and pressed his lips to mine. 

 The kiss was exhilarating, leaving me feeling like I was floating on a cloud. It felt so natural, so right, that I didn’t resist. 

Part of me knew I should have pulled away, maybe even called for my brother through our mind-link, but something held me back. 

Unable to stop myself, I leaned into him, feeling his broad chest against me, utterly captivated.

 As I reached to lift the mask he’d half-pulled up, he immediately pulled it back down. "Please, don’t try to see my face," he murmured. "When the time is right, I’ll reveal myself to you." Even in the darkness, I could see his tall, muscular form towering over me.

 “Is this your first kiss?” he whispered into my ear, and I nodded. 

  “I’m glad to be the first man to kiss you,” he murmured

 He kissed me passionately, his touch sending a thrill through me as he gently began to rub my nipples. It felt so good, but I tried to pull away, reminding myself of my commitment. I wasn’t going to let any man touch me this way except my true mate.

  "Please, I can't do this," I said softly, feeling a mix of regret and resolve. "I've reserved myself for my mate."

  "I know that," he replied, his voice full of understanding.

 “I know you’re saving yourself for your mate, and I respect that,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I only want to be close to you, to bring you comfort and pleasure without crossing any boundaries you aren’t ready for.”

 “Alright, please… keep your word,” I responded, my voice a whisper, almost surprised at myself. Why was this man making me feel things I never thought I’d feel? How was he inspiring such trust, making me feel so safe within his arms?

 Slowly, he guided me toward the bed, his touch gentle yet electrifying, as if he knew just how to calm my hesitations without ever overstepping.

 He gently held the hem of my dress and looked up at me. “May I?” he asked softly, his eyes searching mine for permission.

 “Yes,” I whispered, feeling my pulse quicken.

 With care, he slipped my dress off and unhooked my bra, his movements steady and respectful. 

He leaned down, taking my nipple into his mouth, and began to suck gently, sending waves of pleasure through me that I had never known before. I felt a bit foolish for giving in so easily, but I couldn’t deny how much I loved everything he was doing.

His fingers moved like magic, bringing me waves of pleasure between my thighs. He rubbed my clit gently. 

It felt like he spent an entire hour focused solely on me, leaving me in a blissful daze. When it was over, he gently helped me settle into bed, then leaned down to place a tender kiss on my forehead.

“Baby, see you another time,” he murmured softly. With that, he climbed out of my window and vanished into the night.

As I lay there, a thousand questions filled my mind. I hadn’t even asked if he was from our pack. Who was this mysterious man who’d left such an unforgettable mark on me?