Three

When Raven woke up again, she was now in the passenger seat of a moving car strapped to the seat with the belt. The man beside her immediately looked toward her when he heard her stir.

"You're awake," he said as he returned his gaze forward and continued to drive.

Raven was currently confused as she looked at the man. He was unfamiliar, but she remembered him saving her a moment earlier.

She still wasn't fully conscious, and her head felt as though it was detached from her head and sinking into water. She also had a headache and a hard time wrapping her head around the situation.

"You..." She wanted to speak, but due to her parched throat, it hurt whenever she tried to speak.

"Don't talk," he warned as he looked at her. "I'll get you a room at a hotel. You should sleep there for tonight."

And without another word, he continued driving but not without taking another glance at the open cut of her dress where the top of her breasts could be seen even clearer now that she was so close to him. He had noticed it earlier when he carried her, but he managed to keep a straight head then.

He gave her a side glance as she stared into the blanks in a daze. Wasn't she aware of how beautiful she was? Thankfully, she wasn't dressed skimpily. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to save her from the numerous men who would try to have a go at her.

Indeed, Raven knew how beautiful she was but chose to hide it instead. Ever since she was fifteen, when a boy had tried to harass her in the pack, she had always tried to minimize her presence in the pack. Moreover, she was always busy getting bullied. How could she have the time to get dressed and look good?

But she had become impulsive that night after the encounter with Alpha Lucas. He had probably felt angry when she rejected his advances that he made sure to embarrass her. He claimed she would never be able to get another man better than him, and it was her good luck that she turned out to be his mate.

Raven had felt embarrassed and ashamed but even more so, she wanted to prove him wrong so she escaped the pack, dressed beautifully for the first time but didn't have the guts to strut around the werewolf territory.

She suddenly turned to look at the man, regarding his features under the street lights illuminating his face every minute. She couldn't help but salivate.

He was very good-looking. He had a chiselled face that seemed to have been carefully sculpted out, a pair of metallic green eyes, and thin lips that were pursed as his eyes met hers. He was even more handsome than she initially thought. Raven found herself staring at him every single minute of the journey.

"We're here," the man suddenly spoke up again after being quiet for so long jolting Raven out of her drunken trance.

She hadn't come to her senses yet, and everything around her seemed wobbly. All she knew was that he had supported her to the counter and gotten a room before leading her to the suite.

When she came back to her senses again, he was tucking her into bed and was about to leave. Her eyes widened, and before she could get a grip on herself, she grabbed him tightly by the sleeve.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he looked at her.

Raven was quiet as she had a hard time processing why she stopped him from leaving. All she knew was that she felt attracted to him, and for some reason, she was having impulsive thoughts she would never harbour on a day she was sane.

"Don't go." She said to him.

His eyes narrowed as he retorted, "Why?"

Raven was now sure what she wanted. She had never let herself go before, and now she didn't want to return to the pack without fully enjoying it. She was having irrational ideas, and all she knew was that she wanted to go all the way.

"I want you to sleep with me." She found herself telling him.

He seemed shocked for a moment, but by now, Raven's resolve was already tightened. Since Alpha Lucas was so sure she would never get a better man, she was going to sleep with someone even better-looking than him and make him regret losing her.

"How does a werewolf get so drunk?" He muttered under his breath and shook his head as he moved to remove her hand from his sleeve, but she tightened them even harder and persuaded, "Don't go."

He was quiet, and Raven thought he was going to reject her, but to her surprise, he settled down on the edge of the bed and grabbed her by the wrist.

"Are you sure? You're still quite drunk, you know..."

Raven quickly shook her head negatively. "I'm not."

He laughed as he pointed to himself. "Who am I?"

She was silent as she looked at him in confusion, but she replied anyway, "You... You're the one that saved me earlier and... you brought me here."

"What's my name?" He asked, his eyes glowering slightly.

Raven was quite drunk, and she couldn't keep focus for some time, but she managed to say sheepishly, "You didn't tell me."

He went completely quiet after that, but when he finally spoke, he said, "Not bad. You're still quite conscious."

The next moment, she found her breath hitch as he suddenly reached out to wrap his arm under her head gently and helped her sit up. He was staring at her so intensely that she found herself curling her toes.

His eyes were very dark, and it was as though he had changed into another person as he sat down across her. He reached out to rub her lips gently, and as he did so, she felt his hot breath fall on her face. He seemed to have drank, too. As she looked at him, she realized he seemed to be wavering and contemplating, but eventually, the passionate side won as he inched closer.

He looked directly into her eyes and whispered, his hot breath brushing right over her lips. "My name is Tristan. Make sure to remember it."

Then, he kissed her directly on the lips.