Please, I’m Still a Virgin

Eila Holden POV

“What?” I screamed, my voice echoing as I stared at Ria.

She froze, confusion flashing in her eyes before she snapped coldly, “Why do you care so much?”

I couldn’t believe it. Ria… my own sister. She wasn’t just jealous—she was cruel. She was plotting against me, hiring rogues to attack me so I would never reach the woods for my first shift. If they hurt me, Marcus would reject me. That was her plan.

And after she got her money, she’d make sure everyone turned away from me, while she chose her own mate. That day, I realized—she wasn’t my sister anymore. She was my worst enemy. And I swore, I would make her pay.

I went downstairs and found Henry staring at my picture on the table. His eyes lingered on me longer than I expected. Maybe… maybe he could help me too. As I stepped down the last stair, a strange sound filled my head, like a voice whispering inside me. My wolf. It was almost time.

I shook it off and walked to Henry. Hugging my knees, I sat close and whispered, “Ria wants to sell me to King Marcus. She doesn’t want me to be with my true mate chosen by the Moon Goddess. She’s planning to have rogues block my path so Marcus will reject me too.”

Henry’s face went pale. His voice was low, almost trembling. “What? Eila, he’ll never take you as his mate. He’s still waiting for his true Luna. Until then… he’ll use you. Just use you. You need to get to the woods. Now. Shift under the moon. Only then we’ll see if you meet your real mate or what fate has planned.”

We ran. Quiet, fast, before Ria noticed we were gone. And soon, I was standing in the clearing, stripped bare under the silver glow of the moon. The light wrapped around me, and I felt my bones shift, my body breaking, remaking. I fell to the ground—then rose as a wolf.

Snow white. Pure. Radiant.

Henry’s mouth fell open. His eyes were wide, stunned. “You look… enchanting. Eila, your wolf is beautiful.”

I glanced down at myself, my fur shimmering in the moonlight, but a strange sadness clung to me. Henry came closer, wrapping his arms around me. “Isn’t it strange, Eila? You’re even more beautiful now… in this form.”

Then he hesitated, his voice tight with fear. “There’s only one pure white wolf in the entire pack. Marcus. Only him. He’s the Alpha King.”

Before Henry could finish, shadows closed in around us. Wolves. A whole group, circling. And at the center… him.

He was huge. Muscled. Handsome beyond reason. His face sharp, carved like stone, lips soft like a child’s skin. Dark brown eyes, skin kissed by the sun, tall and broad like a fortress. He carried a mystery that demanded submission. No one could resist him.

Marcus.

His eyes locked on mine—dark, burning, like coffee laced with fire. My body trembled. Heat washed over me as he came closer. I turned away, refusing to look. Then, in a flash, he shifted. His wolf was magnificent. Powerful. Unstoppable.

Henry’s chest tightened, fear written all over his face. “Eila… that’s him. King Marcus. The Alpha who wants to claim you.”

Two emotions warred inside me. One part of me wanted to run into his arms, bury myself in his warmth. The other wanted to scream, to reject him, to never let him touch me.

He sensed it. My fear. My disgust. I stepped back, my heart racing. He wasn’t here for love. He was here for possession.

“Why are you here? Who sent you? Was it my sister—”

“Enough.” His voice cut me like a blade. His claws twitched, nearly raking across my chest, but he stopped himself at the last second. “You don’t get to decide. And this is your only warning—never speak to me like that again. Or it will be your last.”

“Then kill me!” I spat back, trembling.

The other wolves surrounded Henry, forcing him still. Marcus roared, lifted me with brutal strength, and carried me away. To my house. To Ria’s house.

He threw me onto the bed, his voice cold, dangerous. “Everyone begs for my touch. And yet… the girl who set my body on fire dares to pull away?”

I crawled backward, tears spilling, fear choking me. “Please… let me go.”

My fear only fed his hunger. His eyes swept over me, devouring, dark with desire. He leaned closer. His hand tangled in my hair, his breath hot against my neck.

I sobbed. “Please… I’m still a virgin. Leave me alone!”

His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, low and cruel, “And that… that’s exactly why I want you. Untouched. Pure. No one else has had you. Not even a kiss.”