Chapter 43

Aurora pov 

I looked up at him, my eyes locking onto his. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us increased.

Then, without thinking, I reached out and placed my hand on his chest. It was a unsettled touch, but the alpha's eyes flared with heat as he covered my hand with his own.

We sat there for a moment, our hands touching, our hearts pounding in unison. It was a moment of raw connection, of unspoken understanding.

And then, in a movement that seemed almost inevitable, the alpha leaned in and pressed his lips to mine...

I felt his soft lips against mine. I couldn't resist it; it was getting too intense. I had to pull him back. Our breathing was heavy, and we were lost in the moment. He couldn't stop, and I felt like he couldn't resist me. We were in our own world, and he couldn't stop looking at me. He tried to come close again, but I pushed him back by his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly.

I pushed the alpha away, trying to catch my breath. His eyes were blazing with desire, and I could feel the tension between us like a live wire.

"Wait," I wrote, my hsnd shaking. "We can't do this."

The alpha's chest was heaving, his heart racing beneath my hand. He looked like he was about to pounce, to devour me whole.

But then, slowly, he seemed to come back to himself. He took a step back, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I couldn't help myself."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my own racing heart. My head just showing it was okay, But alsowe need to slow down. We can't just rush into things." I wrote.

The alpha nodded, his eyes still burning with intensity. "You're right," he said. "I promise. We'll take it slow."

But as we stood there, the tension between us still crackling with energy, I couldn't help but wonder: could we really take it slow? Or were we already in too deep?

The alpha took another step back, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the desire still burning in them, but he was making an effort to control himself.

"I think we should get some rest," he said, his voice low and husky. "It's been a long day."

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. I knew he was right, but a part of me didn't want the moment to end.

"Goodnight," the alpha said, his voice softening. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight," I wrote, in my already written words on one page of my notepad.

The alpha turned and walked away, leaving me standing alone in the moonlit garden. I watched him go, feeling a sense of uncertainty wash over me.

What was happening between us? And where would it lead?

I stood there for a moment, lost in thought, as the alpha disappeared into the darkness. The sound of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the breeze were the only sounds that broke the silence.

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head, and began to walk back to the house. As I entered, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between the alpha and me.

I went to my room, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions. I felt like I was standing at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take.

As I changed into a nightgown and climbed into bed, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would the alpha and I be able to navigate our feelings for each other, or would they tear us apart?

I drifted off to sleep, my dreams filled with visions of the alpha and our twins, and a sense of uncertainty that lingered long after I woke up...

Waking up my mind, I went straight to the moment with the alpha and me. My mind couldn't let go, despite my attempts to take it away. I could still feel his warm touch, his whispers, and soft lips. I turned to look at the clock; it was just 4am.

I groaned, tossing my head back onto the pillow. Why was my mind tormenting me like this? I couldn't shake the memories of the alpha's touch, his whispers, his soft lips. It was like my brain was stuck on repeat, reliving every moment of our encounter.

I threw off the covers and got out of bed, padding softly over to the window. The moon was still high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the garden below. I stood there, lost in thought, as the night air whispered secrets in my ear.

My heart was racing, my pulse pounding in my veins. I felt alive, but also restless. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep now, not with the alpha's image seared into my brain.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. But as I turned away from the window, I caught a glimpse of something that made my heart skip a beat. A piece of paper, folded into a neat square, on my bedside table. With a message scrawled on it, in handwriting I knew all too well...

I could still remember what happened the last time someone sent me this type of note. I wouldn't be played again. I tore the paper.

I tore the paper into tiny pieces, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anger. I wasn't going to fall for it again. I wasn't going to let someone play games with my emotions.

But as I looked at the torn pieces of paper, I saw that the message was still visible, the words jumping out at me like a cruel taunt.

"Meet me in the garden at dawn," the message read.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized that the alpha must have written it. But why? What did he want from me?