ROMARE: Mine!

Herlo didn’t answer me, her baby blue eyes just staring at me warily.

My lips twitched and I raised a brow. “You enjoy making me repeat my words, don’t you?”

”Give me the suppressants,” she said, her breath shuddering. “I feel dizzy.”

”And I said, answer my damn question and get it,” I growled, my patience wearing thin. “You are wasting my time. Do you want them or—“

“Urgh, just shut up!” The next thing I knew, Herlo was on top of me, trying to claw my eyes out. “Shut up, shut up! Just shut up! If you’re not going to give me the stupid pills, then I’m going to take what’s in front of me.”

She pushed, tackling me to the floor before I could even register what was happening. “This is all your fault!” she groaned at me, straddling my waist and dropping her hands on either side of my head. Her breathing was heavy, her curls falling in a fringe over her forehead.

Blue eyes bored into mine and her breathing, hot, and fanning my face.

“Get off,” I grunted, stifling a groan at the feel of her fingers weaving needily into my hair. She snorted, “I can’t get off, not even if I want to. I need this and you have to give it to me since you were being mean. You…” she shuddered, biting her bottom plump lip in a needy inhale. “You could have given the suppressants, but you chose to be mean.”

Beads of sweat fell from her face and the line of her sight dropped right on my lips.

I snapped. “Don’t even think about it! Get off me while I’m being nice.”

“No. You put me into this situation and you’re going to help me!”

“Don’t! I’ll—“ Herlo’s face dropped against my shoulder in one quick motion and only when her canines graced my mating gland, did I realise what she was trying to do. Fuck. “Herlo!”

My hands reached for her hips, flipping her over onto her back with a heavy thud. She grumbled in pain and looked at me with hooded eyes, polished with desire. I gripped her wrists, pinning them down right above her head before she could make another move. “Stop it.”

Herlo took deep inhales. “Let me have this,” she said, very breathlessly. “Mine, Romare. MINE!”

“You’re behaving like a crazy woman. You and I don’t want this so snap out of it.” I wasn’t sure what I would do if she tempted me more than she already did. Sure, I was rational and very well always had myself under control, but Herlo was a different subject. I hated her, she irritated me, yet, something kept unapologetically drawing me to her even when I didn’t want to give in.

It was almost impossible to fight against.

“Mine,” she spit out.

“Nothing is yours.”

She lifted her chin. “You’re my alpha. Fix me!”

“Fix you? I didn’t ask you to come here in heat.”

Herlo glared, wetting her bottom lip hungrily.

“Romare.”

“Stop it.”

”Let. Me. Have. It. Let me.”

“You!—“ Our lips met in an immediate messy awful kiss. It was truly awful, because I hated, hated, hated this woman, completely despised the mere thought of her, but I couldn’t help it. I was her alpha, fuck, I was, and it wasn’t helping to see her this way, I wanted to fix her, a part of me wanted to really—

I immediately yanked back away from her, breathing heavily with glazed eyes. Mistake! This was all a mistake. I was never going to touch her, not even if she was on the brink of death. For goodness sake, I was in this ridiculous situation because of her, the news was going to talk about it and the reporters would question me.

“Romare, ple—“

I was up to my feet, adjusting my suit jacket to leave this place as soon as possible. I grabbed her arm, yanked her up from the floor, and began to drag her away.

She looked at me in confusion.

“Keep quiet,” I groaned before she could speak, taking her out of the room and down the hall towards another room. I kicked the door open and shoved her inside. She was quick to get up from the floor, rushing up to me before I could close the door.

“Where are you going?” Her voice was trembling. “The suppressants, give it to me at the very least.”

My jaw clenched.

“I’ll decide if I want to give it to you or not.”

“No! You either…you either give me the pills or I won’t let you go. I-I’ll make you stay here with me and you’ll fix me, you’ll…”

Drops of tears fell from her eyes and she began crying, bawling her eyes out as if she couldn’t stand it anymore. I itched to touch her, to…comfort her against my will, to make her feel good. But I would never.

A brief silence fell between the both of us and she looked at me under her long dark lashes, framing her blue eyes as if begging.

Heavens. The way she looked…glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, cherry pink, trembling lips… I wanted to do it again, kiss her again, but no. This was her heat messing with me, I knew better. Her sweetened pheromones were choking their way into my lungs and I’d taken a step back, yanking my arm off her grip, which she resumed holding in barely a second later.

She inhaled deeply, trying to get a grip, to gather some semblance of self-control. It was impossible when all I could see in her desire-filled eyes was me. She didn’t realise what she was trying to ask of me was something she knew both she and I would never want. Not the two of us. I would hate her more than I already did.

“Give the pills..” She nuzzled my arm, wanting me. “Or just kill me.”

I shoved her off, but she grabbed me again, this time, her grasp tighter. What the fuck?

“Herlo, take your hands off me.”

“No!”

“Herlo—“

“You’re not going anywhere,” she snapped. “Not until you give it to me.”

My frown deepened with impatience. “Hands. Off.”

“No!” she growled at me. “You won’t be going anywhere. Give me the suppressants, Romare, or fucking stay here with me!”