Chapter 6: The Unexpected Desire

CHAPTER 6: The Unexpected Desire

Hana had no choice but to adjust to the environment and atmosphere of Alpha Jarrel. She needed to pretend to be okay for the sake of her remaining pack members. She had come to realize just how cruel Alpha Jarrel was.

It was an unfortunate fate, but she could not escape from it. As much as Hana hated Jarrel, his touch on her body always sent jolts of unexpected and unwanted pleasures through her.

Jarrel had walked into her room that night. She could feel his stress; Maya had said earlier that they went to the frontline of a clash with another enemy pack. He was back and in her room.

Backed against the wall and Jarrel’s huge body towering above her, she held her breath, attempting to bury the boiling sensation rising from within her.

Hana had made Jarrel feel like a predator. Jarrel's entire body seemed to want something from this delicate-looking girl who had built a shield of steel around herself. Something made him want to shatter that steel right at that moment.

Hana stood up, her hands folded tightly at her sides. Jarrel stepped closer, looking straight into her soul. Hana moved back as his steps continued.

She hit her back against a wall and realized she was caught between a solid barrier and a predator steadily advancing on her.

She couldn't see all his features clearly, but the sight of Jarrel holding a cigar between his fingers and a glass of whiskey in the same hand, his broad shoulders dimly reflected by the soft light in the room, made her body tense.

This was her mate so her body was responding, her wolf wanted to be touched so badly.

Her body vibrated with waves of electricity coursing through her. Jarrel soon covered her with his huge frame, making her feel small and helpless.

Tingling sensations ran down Hana's spine when he started advancing towards her. He dominated the room and looked right through her. She attempted to calm herself so that her breathing would not betray her, but her body responded to the closeness of the man whom she both despised and couldn't help but want.

Jarrel scanned her ravenously, the pretty little girl in front of him made his body quiver. He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. The touch was electric, sending shivers down Hana's spine.

"You're trembling," Jarrel whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Hana's resolve wavered. In her heart she loathed him because of what he did to her and her pack but the pull of his hands and his voice was enough to make her quiver. Her body now had its propensity that worked on him and defied her will against him.

Before she knew it, Jarrel moved in closer until they were chest to chest and his mouth crushed itself against hers. Hana's mind rebelled against the action but her body let itself fall into the kiss and her hips responded, twisting almost violently, to his touch. Her wolf groaned from the longing.

His hands wandered till he cupped her face and she responded by clutching his chest. Jarrel touched her roughly and owned her body; he saw the fire in Hana, he saw the cravings that she maintained to control. She grabbed onto him tightly, her nails in his back as they almost savagely kissed.

All the reality around them disappeared and the only thing that dominated them was their passion. The complex, the turning, churning, storming of Hana's thoughts were filled with hatred and desire, anger and need. This is exactly what she wished for, to kick him, to shout at him, but she was unable to do it as much as she wanted, she still craved it.

Jarrel's hands went around her waist and he placed her against the wall while all the time he was backing up. Hana shivered when his heated lips moved away from hers down to her neck where the mate bond mark was, while his hands continued to explore her unrestrained. She arched into him, her body demanding more.

For a moment, they were lost in their passion, their bodies moving in sync like animals in heat. The room seemed to pulse with their shared intensity, the dim light casting shadows on their intertwined forms.

But reality crashed back in when Hana's mind finally broke through the haze of desire. With a surge of strength, she pushed Jarrel away, breaking the kiss. She panted, her chest heaving as she stared at him, her eyes wide with shock and anger.

"Don’t touch me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't do this."

Jarrel's eyes darkened, his expression a mix of frustration and something he couldn't describe, but it was clear to him he wanted this little girl who seemed hard to break.

He was aware of how much Hana hated him, she seemed like an angry little cat.

Jarrel smiled "My touch has such an effect on you, huh?" He said moving closer again but this time he stopped in front of her, wondering what it was he wanted from her.

She was indeed very pretty, but he had long forgotten how to desire a woman this much. He was being possessive.

He turned to sit on the couch close by, his leg across the other.

"I'm sorry Hana, you can't escape from here, never. You belong to me," Jarrel said in a tone that indicated there was no room for argument.

"Sasha the designer will send you something tomorrow evening, once you get it, meet me at the address in 30 minutes," he said, indicating their discussion had ended.