INGRIDI’d used the same trick to keep Lucian out of his chambers for days now—and to my surprise, it worked better than I expected.He stopped coming to sleep altogether and I only saw him briefly in the mornings when he came in to change clothes, and even then, we barely spoke.I could tell something was on his mind. Something big, so I assumed that was the only reason he hadn’t called me out on my games.This morning, after my shower, I was standing by the window when I caught a glimpse of Ezra, Aiden, and a few pack members heading out the gate.My brows pulled together, wondering why Ezra hadn’t told me he was going somewhere, not that he needed my permission.Curiosity got the better of me, and I quickly dressed, hoping to catch them before they left.But on my way down the stairs, something else caught my eye, making me pause mid-step.It was Victoria, standing in Lucian’s study.I stopped and watched them from across the hallway.She stood so close to him, talking, and he look
INGRID"Get out, Lucian! Can’t you see I’m naked?" I yell, using my hands to cover myself in panic.He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he calmly steps inside and closes the door behind him like he owns the damn place, which he does."Didn’t you hear what I said, Lucian?" I bark again, pointing at the door with one hand, a mistake I instantly regret when I notice his eyes drop to my chest.He arches a brow, amused."Now you have a problem with me seeing you naked? I thought that was the whole plan. I walk in, see you half naked, so I’d stay away from this room?” he pauses.“Or that only applies when you are pretending to be asleep?" he mocks, as he walks over to the rack and casually starts flipping through his jackets."Also, you don’t have to sneak around drinking my expensive liquor. If you want some, just ask," he adds with a smirk.I take advantage of the distraction, slip out of the closet, and tug my T-shirt over my head in record time.He grabs a jacket and follows me out, unbothered.
LUCIANThis wasn’t how I imagined today going.When I walked into that room, I had every intention of clearing the air.Ingrid had seen me with Victoria, and I knew exactly what it must have looked like. I knew she probably thought I was doing it with her and maybe that’s what I wanted her to think at the time, out of pride and anger.But standing in that closet, watching her flushed, the scent of whiskey in the air and music vibrating through the walls, everything I planned to say vanished.She wasn’t expecting me to see me. I could tell from the way she panicked, and tried to hide, demanding I leave which I didn’t. I couldn’t.There something about the way she covered herself with one hand, her eyes darting between me and the door, awakened a part of me I’d spent weeks trying to bury.The part that craved her.The last time I had felt like this was when we fought in the field her body against mine. Therefore, I had to know for sure. If she felt something for me or I was the only one
INGRIDAs I looked down at Lucian, his hair a wild mess between my thighs, I couldn’t believe what was happening. This is Lucian. The man I’ve argued with, fought with, claimed to hate every chance I got—and yet here I am, with his hands all over me, my body responding to him like it was made for this. For him.What the hell am I doing? I think to myself, but the thought doesn’t get to settle. It’s torn apart by a sudden, delicious wave of pleasure that rolls through me when his tongue finds just the right spot. My breath hitches, my body arches, and I forget why I ever told myself I hated him.It shouldn’t feel this good. It shouldn’t feel right. But gods, it does.My hands slide into his hair, tugging gently, then harder when he teases me just to the edge and pulls back again, leaving me panting and desperate.He looks up at me, lips slick and eyes dark with heat, and the smugness in his expression only makes things worse.“Still hate me?” he asks, voice husky, sinful.I want to sla
LUCIAN.As soon as I step out of the shower, the first thing I notice is the missing sheets. I see them tangled and tossed across the room, almost like she was erasing what had happened.She is standing in the middle of the room, arms folded like she's trying to hold herself together but her expression is betraying her.She looks calm on the outside, but there’s a flicker of something in her eyes. Something unspoken.She doesn’t say anything, so I don’t either.I let the towel fall as I walk to the closet.I tug on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt while stealing glances in her direction, but by the time I step out, she’s gone.I hear the bathroom door click shut behind her and the water running again.I stand there for a minute, unsure whether I should follow her, knock on the door, and say something, but I resist the urge.I already had a clue of what she might say, that it meant nothing. That it was just a mistake. That she doesn’t care, which might be true, but unfortunately, I do.So
INGRIDThe moment I heard the click of the door locking, I tiptoed out of the shower and peeked through the gap. The bedroom was empty. Lucian had left.A strange, unexpected wave of disappointment washed over me.I wasn't sure what I expected from him—maybe a word, a glance, or a goodbye. Something. Anything would have been nice.Right on cue, Kira’s voice echoes in my head.“So…” she starts, smug and curious.I roll my eyes, ignoring her as I step back under the water, trying to rinse off every trace of what had just happened, but Lucian… Lucian clung to me.Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. His scent, his touch, his breath—all of it is seared into my skin.“Well, that was unexpected,” Kira comments in a low, teasing tone.I try to concentrate on the water trickling down my body, but instead my mind paints vivid memories of Lucian’s chiseled abs, the hard muscles on his back, his strong legs, and that perfect, sculpted ass.My lips parted unconsciously at the thought, an
LUCIAN“Do you have anyone in mind who could be doing this?” Ezra asks as we walk back to the compound.I glance at him and stop in my tracks, debating whether to say what’s on my mind. It’s not a light accusation and I know Ezra won’t like it.“I have someone,” I say flatly, watching him out of the corner of my eye.Ezra stops too, turning toward me, his eyes narrow, his energy shifting.“Who?” he demands, his voice sharp with curiosity and tension.I shake my head, looking away. “You don’t want to know.”He grabs my bicep, stopping me mid-stride, his grip is firm, almost desperate.“You just promised me you wouldn’t keep things from me, Lucian. What’s it been—ten minutes?” he growls, frustration thick in his voice.I sigh deeply, nodding. “Okay, Ezra,” I breathe, my voice low and grave. “But I’m warning you—you’re not going to like it.”He raises a brow, waiting.I part my lips. “I think it’s Aid—”A searing pain explodes through my back mid-sentence and a growl rips from my chest
INGRIDIt has been almost five hours since Lucian and Ezra left, and I can’t sit still.Every time I hear even the slightest noise at the compound gate, I rush to the window, only to be met with disappointment.There is no sign of them—just false hope, over and over again.I thought about talking to Aiden; we could go out and look for them, but he made things awkward between us.He’d come at me so hard about sleeping with Lucian, like I owed him an explanation, like I belonged to him.Another hour passes, and I start to feel this strange, twisting sensation in my gut. Anxiety, maybe.I can’t breathe, so I sit down on the cold floor, hoping it will stop the chaos in my head.Then I hear it—a commotion at the gate.I shoot up and rush to the window, holding my breath as someone staggers through the gates, covered in soot and clearly injured.My heart stops waiting for another figure to appear behind him, but no one comes in.I squint my eyes, trying to see through the haze, and that’s w
LUCIAN"I’ve never seen someone last this long under torture," a voice sneers, almost in awe.A sharp crack splits the air, followed by a searing pain across my stomach as the whip lands again.I let out a low, guttural growl, my breath shuddering in my lungs.My arms are numb from being suspended for so long, my wrists are torn raw where the ropes dig into them and every muscle in my body trembles under the weight I can no longer bear."Has he said anything yet?" Logan’s voice cuts through the haze."No," someone answers. "Still repeating the same line, that the last time he saw Ingrid was when he bit her."Logan steps closer, and I feel his fingers grip my jaw, forcing my head up.I blink through the blood and sweat, meeting his eyes with what little defiance I can muster."You’re a tough one, aren’t you?" he snarls, studying me like a broken prize. "Makes sense you’re the Alpha."He releases me with a shove and turns away."I think he’s had enough for today. Untie him from the ceil
INGRIDIt has been almost five hours since Lucian and Ezra left, and I can’t sit still.Every time I hear even the slightest noise at the compound gate, I rush to the window, only to be met with disappointment.There is no sign of them—just false hope, over and over again.I thought about talking to Aiden; we could go out and look for them, but he made things awkward between us.He’d come at me so hard about sleeping with Lucian, like I owed him an explanation, like I belonged to him.Another hour passes, and I start to feel this strange, twisting sensation in my gut. Anxiety, maybe.I can’t breathe, so I sit down on the cold floor, hoping it will stop the chaos in my head.Then I hear it—a commotion at the gate.I shoot up and rush to the window, holding my breath as someone staggers through the gates, covered in soot and clearly injured.My heart stops waiting for another figure to appear behind him, but no one comes in.I squint my eyes, trying to see through the haze, and that’s w
LUCIAN“Do you have anyone in mind who could be doing this?” Ezra asks as we walk back to the compound.I glance at him and stop in my tracks, debating whether to say what’s on my mind. It’s not a light accusation and I know Ezra won’t like it.“I have someone,” I say flatly, watching him out of the corner of my eye.Ezra stops too, turning toward me, his eyes narrow, his energy shifting.“Who?” he demands, his voice sharp with curiosity and tension.I shake my head, looking away. “You don’t want to know.”He grabs my bicep, stopping me mid-stride, his grip is firm, almost desperate.“You just promised me you wouldn’t keep things from me, Lucian. What’s it been—ten minutes?” he growls, frustration thick in his voice.I sigh deeply, nodding. “Okay, Ezra,” I breathe, my voice low and grave. “But I’m warning you—you’re not going to like it.”He raises a brow, waiting.I part my lips. “I think it’s Aid—”A searing pain explodes through my back mid-sentence and a growl rips from my chest
INGRIDThe moment I heard the click of the door locking, I tiptoed out of the shower and peeked through the gap. The bedroom was empty. Lucian had left.A strange, unexpected wave of disappointment washed over me.I wasn't sure what I expected from him—maybe a word, a glance, or a goodbye. Something. Anything would have been nice.Right on cue, Kira’s voice echoes in my head.“So…” she starts, smug and curious.I roll my eyes, ignoring her as I step back under the water, trying to rinse off every trace of what had just happened, but Lucian… Lucian clung to me.Not physically, but mentally and emotionally. His scent, his touch, his breath—all of it is seared into my skin.“Well, that was unexpected,” Kira comments in a low, teasing tone.I try to concentrate on the water trickling down my body, but instead my mind paints vivid memories of Lucian’s chiseled abs, the hard muscles on his back, his strong legs, and that perfect, sculpted ass.My lips parted unconsciously at the thought, an
LUCIAN.As soon as I step out of the shower, the first thing I notice is the missing sheets. I see them tangled and tossed across the room, almost like she was erasing what had happened.She is standing in the middle of the room, arms folded like she's trying to hold herself together but her expression is betraying her.She looks calm on the outside, but there’s a flicker of something in her eyes. Something unspoken.She doesn’t say anything, so I don’t either.I let the towel fall as I walk to the closet.I tug on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt while stealing glances in her direction, but by the time I step out, she’s gone.I hear the bathroom door click shut behind her and the water running again.I stand there for a minute, unsure whether I should follow her, knock on the door, and say something, but I resist the urge.I already had a clue of what she might say, that it meant nothing. That it was just a mistake. That she doesn’t care, which might be true, but unfortunately, I do.So
INGRIDAs I looked down at Lucian, his hair a wild mess between my thighs, I couldn’t believe what was happening. This is Lucian. The man I’ve argued with, fought with, claimed to hate every chance I got—and yet here I am, with his hands all over me, my body responding to him like it was made for this. For him.What the hell am I doing? I think to myself, but the thought doesn’t get to settle. It’s torn apart by a sudden, delicious wave of pleasure that rolls through me when his tongue finds just the right spot. My breath hitches, my body arches, and I forget why I ever told myself I hated him.It shouldn’t feel this good. It shouldn’t feel right. But gods, it does.My hands slide into his hair, tugging gently, then harder when he teases me just to the edge and pulls back again, leaving me panting and desperate.He looks up at me, lips slick and eyes dark with heat, and the smugness in his expression only makes things worse.“Still hate me?” he asks, voice husky, sinful.I want to sla
LUCIANThis wasn’t how I imagined today going.When I walked into that room, I had every intention of clearing the air.Ingrid had seen me with Victoria, and I knew exactly what it must have looked like. I knew she probably thought I was doing it with her and maybe that’s what I wanted her to think at the time, out of pride and anger.But standing in that closet, watching her flushed, the scent of whiskey in the air and music vibrating through the walls, everything I planned to say vanished.She wasn’t expecting me to see me. I could tell from the way she panicked, and tried to hide, demanding I leave which I didn’t. I couldn’t.There something about the way she covered herself with one hand, her eyes darting between me and the door, awakened a part of me I’d spent weeks trying to bury.The part that craved her.The last time I had felt like this was when we fought in the field her body against mine. Therefore, I had to know for sure. If she felt something for me or I was the only one
INGRID"Get out, Lucian! Can’t you see I’m naked?" I yell, using my hands to cover myself in panic.He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he calmly steps inside and closes the door behind him like he owns the damn place, which he does."Didn’t you hear what I said, Lucian?" I bark again, pointing at the door with one hand, a mistake I instantly regret when I notice his eyes drop to my chest.He arches a brow, amused."Now you have a problem with me seeing you naked? I thought that was the whole plan. I walk in, see you half naked, so I’d stay away from this room?” he pauses.“Or that only applies when you are pretending to be asleep?" he mocks, as he walks over to the rack and casually starts flipping through his jackets."Also, you don’t have to sneak around drinking my expensive liquor. If you want some, just ask," he adds with a smirk.I take advantage of the distraction, slip out of the closet, and tug my T-shirt over my head in record time.He grabs a jacket and follows me out, unbothered.
INGRIDI’d used the same trick to keep Lucian out of his chambers for days now—and to my surprise, it worked better than I expected.He stopped coming to sleep altogether and I only saw him briefly in the mornings when he came in to change clothes, and even then, we barely spoke.I could tell something was on his mind. Something big, so I assumed that was the only reason he hadn’t called me out on my games.This morning, after my shower, I was standing by the window when I caught a glimpse of Ezra, Aiden, and a few pack members heading out the gate.My brows pulled together, wondering why Ezra hadn’t told me he was going somewhere, not that he needed my permission.Curiosity got the better of me, and I quickly dressed, hoping to catch them before they left.But on my way down the stairs, something else caught my eye, making me pause mid-step.It was Victoria, standing in Lucian’s study.I stopped and watched them from across the hallway.She stood so close to him, talking, and he look