Chapter 2

Kathleen

Surveying Alpha Lance’s chamber within the castle, I found myself in awe. The bed was sprawling, spacious enough for three, while the room exuded an air of darkness with its black wallpaper. The space lacked the ornate designs of mine, embracing a distinctly masculine essence that didn’t align with my personal taste.

“Seems like I did, Jake. I’ve never considered myself this unlucky before,” his voice echoed from the phone, and I could tell he was talking to his Beta.

I didn't have much skills of a werewolf since I haven't been able to shift into mine, even at the age eighteen which is why finding my mate felt like an unattainable fantasy.

My family insisted on enrolling me in the werewolf school. It was a way to gain self-defense skills, even though I hadn’t yet shifted into a wolf form, which unfortunately made me an object of ridicule.

I wonder if Alpha Lance hasn't realized that yet.

Despite being the daughter of a Beta, I seem to exude more of an Omega aura. I’m sure he must have realized that.

“He can't tell me what to do, Jake. I'm gonna do whatever it is that I want. As of now, I'm busy and I need time to think. Goodbye.” he concluded the call and turned his attention to me.

The mere weight of his gaze made my heart flutter.

“You mentioned your name is Kathleen Callahan, is that correct?” He inquired, taking measured strides in my direction.

I swallowed hard and nodded, my voice slightly shaky. “Ye-yes, Alpha.”

“Are you by any chance related to Rex Callahan, the former Beta of Nightwind, a warrior who sacrificed his life for the pack?” he inquired.

I cast my gaze downward, my knowledge of my father limited to bits and pieces of hearsay. “Yes, but he passed away when I was about three or four. I don’t remember much. I’m with good people now.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “I can’t say I knew him either. His name emerged while I was looking into Nightwind’s history.”

“They probably consider him a hero, sadly I'm nothing like him.” I stated as a matter of fact.

He scrutinized me and huffed before remarking, “I can see that.”

I frowned and were he not my Alpha—feared and respected—I might have slipped into unguarded words accidentally.

“So, what’s the reason for my presence here?” I inquired.

He advanced towards me until the space between us vanished, leaving me to gaze up at him, an unexpected desire stirring within me.

What was happening to me?

I’d never experienced such feelings around a man before. Or was it because of his powerful and commanding aura? Was he somehow affecting me, or did he possess some kind of compelling ability that left me powerless to resist? An ability that would make a girl bend to his will. I struggled to comprehend why I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him, wanting him.

His fingers grazed my cheek, and it was as if I was floating on cloud nine. What is he doing to me? What does he want from me?

“There’s something about you,” he murmured, his words hanging in the air, and my eyes widened as his lips were suddenly upon mine and hell, would I waste any time reciprocating it.

Our lips brushed against each other in a fleeting touch, drawing them closer. It occurred once more, and then our mouths collided with a tentative urgency.

I closed my eyes, shutting out the world as we delved into each other’s mouths with passion. Our lips moved with a fierce hunger, as though our very existence hinged on this connection, hell I was already beginning to feel wet between my legs.

What the hell is happening? This isn't me.

My hands found their place around his neck, while his hands ventured to my waist, moving in a rhythm that explored the expanse of my back, my shirt shifting with each exploratory touch.

I let out a moan against his lips and his responding groan reverberated against my mouth as his hands descended to my buttocks, gripping them with a firm hold.

A gasp for air followed, and in that moment, his tongue seized the opportunity to slip into my mouth, fueling an ongoing, passionate dance of kisses.

Lance hoisted me up, leading me towards his bed, where he laid me down with care, our mouths still intertwined in an unbroken embrace.

As our lips danced, he deftly unbuckled his belt with one hand, and removed it. His hands roamed across my body, every touch rife with a consuming desire.

And oh, I desired him in return. I want this.

Finally, we reluctantly broke the kiss, both of us gasping for the much-needed breath we’d momentarily forsaken.

His amber eyes bore through me and I could see the confusion within them as he hovered over me. I was wondering what was going on in his head at this moment.

Then, an unexpected growl rumbled from him, and with it, his voice resonated with intensity, “You’re fu¢king mine!”

Before I could fully grasp his words, a gasp escaped me as he abruptly tore my shirt away—a shirt I cherished—leaving me clad only in my bra.

My focus remained on him, his lips curling into a smug grin, his gaze fixated on my full breasts. A moan escaped me, goosebumps prickling my skin as he leaned in, his lips tracing a path between my breasts, planting kisses that sent shivers coursing through me.

However, a knock on the door shattered the moment, provoking an angry growl from him, “I’m occupied here!”

“Alpha Lance, Alpha Vance is requesting your immediate presence for a matter of utmost importance,” a voice announced from beyond the door.

Never in my life had I experienced such an excruciating level of discomfort as when his gaze turned toward me. It was as if he could penetrate right through me. He let out muttered curses under his breath before getting off me. I quickly sat up, hands instinctively shielding my chest, an overwhelming sensation of exposure washing over me as the realization hit: I was almost fu¢ked by Alpha Lance himself.

Maggie would be absolutely freaked out when she hears this.

In an abrupt motion, he flung his shirt in my direction, my gaze lifting to meet his as he stood there with his usual air. “I’ll arrange for someone to take you home.”

I could only manage a nod as he turned and departed.

Releasing a sigh, a twinge of disappointment coursed through me that our encounter had been interrupted. I was fairly certain I wouldn’t get another chance like this.

Well, at least I had his shirt as a souvenir.

But then, I didn't realize I was so cheap.

Although I've never had to play hard to get with any guy knowing no one would be interested in me, considering my status as a nobody in the werewolf hierarchy, I had never before felt such genuine comfort and ease with a guy, let alone Alpha Lance.

I can't believe I almost had $ex with him.