Tamed By The Lycan Prince
In that moment, our lips were only a breath's distance apart. Antonio's eyes held an unspeakable yearning. His gaze dropped to my lips, his intentions evident. My own desire mirrored his, creating a powerful magnetism.
Just as he closed the distance, I placed my free hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Antonio," I murmured, my voice trembling, "We can't..."
He froze in place, his warm breath caressing my lips. His eyes held my reflection in them, fluttered shut for a moment as he absorbed my words. I saw a flicker of pain, quickly masked by a stoic calm. He nodded slightly.
"I understand," he replied, quietly. His voice was steady, betraying none of the emotions I knew must have been roiling beneath his suave facade.
"You aren't going to ask me why?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper.
Antonio smiled, a sad, understanding smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm not," he said slowly, "because I understand that you have a valid reason for your actions."
"Antonio," I swallowed hard, my voice unsteady, "I...I am getting married tomorrow, to Alpha Boris."
His eyes widened slightly, the shock of my revelation clear. "You are the future Luna…" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers clenched into fists at his sides.
"Do you love him?" he asked.
I paused, the question looming ominously between us. "No," I admitted, feeling a wave of relief wash over me at my own honesty. "I don't."
"Do you want to marry him?" His voice was soft, almost tender.
"No," I replied.
"Were you forced into this marriage?" he asked.
"Yes," I admitted, my voice choking with emotion. "I was demoted from the Delta position, and forced into a marriage."
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