CHAPTER 6

HERO POV

Almost everyone in the region knew my name, but when was the last time someone cared about me just for me? When was the last time someone wanted me, not because of my power or position?

Couldn't remember,

"I've never heard of that pack or its Alpha," she admitted, her voice flat. "But then again, I don't know much about packs from outside our borders. I've never been one to socialise with outsiders."

I stared at her, letting a sliver of my power seep into the air. Nearly thirty alphas were gathered tonight for Weston's celebration. If she truly believed she would be his Luna, she should have familiarised herself with the other guests.

She would have known that I would be there. 

"Damn it," I muttered to myself, frustration gnawing at me. I'd let myself get sidetracked, completely captivated by her. It was baffling how she could remain so oblivious to my true identity. I couldn't help but study her, trying to piece together the puzzle. It was as if she was shrouded in a mist, her essence barely perceptible. I, who could easily identify a werewolf from a mile away, was utterly perplexed by her.

She knew how to act around an Alpha, but she didn't do that with me, even though she thought I was one. Was she just pretending?

It had just been a few hours since we met but I already knew that she was an average person. She wasn't boring or dull. Infact, she was quite the opposite. Elusive, mysterious. She was like a puzzle, intriguing and challenging, but also out of reach.

"Can I ask you a question?" 

"Of course, feel free to ask me anything," I replied, my gaze fixed on her.

"Imagine a night where all rules and restrictions dissolve. What would you do if you had the freedom to do anything, absolutely anything? What secret desires, what forbidden pleasures would you indulge in?" she asked, her voice low and mysterious.

Interesting question. “Back in the day, my brother, sister, and I had it easy. We were free as birds, with no one to boss us around or tell us what to do. We were our own little gang because It was a time of pure freedom, where we could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. Seems like a lifetime ago now.”

"Oh," she pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a small frown. "That sounds nice.”

I smiled, a fleeting flicker. “It was,” I admitted, “but I didn't realise it at the time. You know, you never truly value something until it's gone. If I had a night of total freedom, I'd do whatever it took to feel like myself again. To feel in control of my own life.“

“What about a freedom like fuck a pretty woman who wanted to spread her both legs for you?”

I met her gaze head on. “I have plenty of women willing to fuck me, Zara, many of them achingly stunning and beautiful.”

"Well then," she said, her smile fading as she looked at me with genuine disappointment. "I suppose I have nothing to offer you.”

"So, let me understand this correctly. You're planning to use your 'night of freedom' to have casual sex with someone? Is that what you're saying?" I asked, not wanting to sound flirty.

She sighed without saying a single word.

“A 'night of freedom,' huh? So, you're thinking of a little one-night stand? Well, well, well... I'm intrigued." 

"Nah, I think I just want to experience the thrill of freedom with someone," she said, her voice trailing off. "You know, the kind of freedom where we can just have fun and enjoy ourselves." She let out a long sigh, her gaze drifting to the bed where a pair of jeans lay forgotten. As she reached for them, a flicker of longing passed through her eyes.

My heart pounded in my chest. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“I thought I just made that clear. I’m going to look for a place where I can have a little fun with a touch of pleasure. I need to put on some jeans for that.”

"Absolutely not," I declared, my voice firm and unwavering. 

"Wait a minute," she paused, glancing over her shoulder. "I don't want to go with just anyone. I've made some pretty dumb decisions tonight, and I've learned my lesson. I need to be fully dressed before I even think about talking to someone.”

Goddamn it, what was wrong with this lady? Was she just going to go out and find a stranger to fuck? My wolf practically kept howling inside of me. 

What the hell was happening? Why do I even care about her choices? I didn't need to care if she walked through that door to find someone to sleep with. 

She grabbed the jeans, before walking past me to the bedroom. Shooting my arm out, I quickly stopped her. 

“Do you really think walking out there in search of a stranger to fuck you is a great idea?” I question clutching her arms. 

“What do you care about?” She whispered. 

My cock stirred in my trouser, I blinked my eyes before sighing.

'fuvk, you ignited the beast." i mumbled to myself.

I lifted her effortlessly, the weight of her body a mere whisper in my arms. As I settled her on the soft cushions, the jeans gently slipped from her grasp. My gaze followed the path of her bare legs, a primal desire igniting within me. With a controlled movement, I traced the curve of her thighs, my touch lingering. "I depart tomorrow," I murmured, my voice a stark contrast to the growing intensity within me.

“Shhhh,” she placed a hand on my lips. “I won't be here to be in your way.”

I hadn't planned on taking anyone home tonight. The trip was all about business, not pleasure, but those thighs were begging to be marked by my teeth.

I slid my fingers up to her hips and found yet another surprise of the night. She had no bra or panties on. "Under that dress? Did you come here to drive a wolf insane? You won't find me soft.”

“I’m not looking for something soft. I love it hard,” She spread her thighs and stared at me seductively. “Fuck me, hard and fast, Alpha.”