Chapter 5
1084 Words
Nova’s POV.
“Killian and I are leaving first thing in the morning.”
“For the honeymoon?” I asked, surprised.
She nodded, smiling. “Two weeks, just the two of us. I haven’t been this nervous about a trip in years.”
I gave her hands a gentle squeeze. “You deserve it, Mom. You really do.”
She pulled me into a hug. “Thank you, sweetheart. I just want you to promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Stay out of trouble. I know you and Logan don’t exactly get along yet, but he’s in charge while we’re away, and I would hate to come back to chaos.”
I forced a sheepish smile. “No trouble. I promise.”
Her eyes searched mine for a bit too long, as if trying to read the truth beneath the surface.
Then she kissed my forehead and turned toward the door.
“I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.”
Once she was gone, I locked the door behind her and crossed the room, barefoot, trailing my fingers over the edge of my dresser until I reached the picture tucked behind my makeup case.
I held the photo in my hand, tracing the edges of his jawline with my thumb.
“You think you can push me away forever?” I whispered.
My wolf stirred, her voice a low, satisfied growl.
“You felt it tonight,” I murmured. “You hated seeing him touch me. And this is only the beginning, Logan.”
I set the picture down carefully, turning it to face me as I climbed into bed.
The air was still buzzing with the thrill of the night, my pulse still racing with triumph.
He could run, he could slam doors and he could spit every cold word his lips could form.
But he could not stop what bound us.
And now, with no parents around and no one to stop me… It was time to turn the heat up.
Let the games begin.
Temptation is a quiet thing, it doesn't scream, nor does it shout.
It whispers, it lingers and it waits.
That’s what being around Logan felt like.
Like living with a wildfire trapped in glass.
After the ball, something changed in the air between us.
I could feel his eyes on me every time I passed, every time I laughed too loudly at one of Troy’s jokes.
Every time I wore something just a little shorter than usual.
If Logan wanted to pretend we didn’t exist, fine. But I would make sure he felt me, even if he wouldn’t claim me.
Especially now that our parents are gone.
Mom and Alpha Killian left for a two-week honeymoon on some private island I couldn't remember the name of.
That meant one thing, Logan was in charge of the Pack.
And I was in charge of his sanity.
I wore Tory's hoodie one morning, just to see his jaw tighten when I walked into the kitchen.
My wolf was thrilled, she purred at every reaction, every flick of his gaze, every silent inhale.
I wasn’t just trying to drive him crazy, I was trying to reach him.
One morning, Troy had asked me to grab his leather cuff bracelet, which he had left in Logan’s room after training.
The door to his room creaked as I pushed it open.
“Logan?” I whispered, peeking in. No answer.
I stepped inside and immediately paused.
He was still in bed, shirtless. My breath caught.
I tiptoed closer, my heart hammering against my ribs. I reached out gently, brushing a stray lock of hair off his forehead.
My wolf purred.
And then before I could stop the madness taking root in my chest, I leaned down and pressed a soft, trembling kiss to his lips.
I held it for a heartbeat too long.
My lips barely parted from his when I pulled back, a rush of panic and thrill coursing through me.
But just as I turned to leave, I felt it—his hand wrapping around my wrist with steel-like strength.
“Going somewhere?” he growled, voice rough with sleep and something else entirely.
Lust, possession, fire.
Before I could answer, he yanked me back.
The world tilted as he pushed me down onto the bed, flipping us effortlessly.
His body hovered above mine, his eyes blown wide with something feral.
His hands pinned mine on either side of my head, and his breath came in short, hard bursts.
“Logan_” I gasped.
He didn’t let me finish.
His lips crashed against mine not like before, not soft or sweet or stolen.
This kiss was demanding, brutal, hungry, and desperate.
He kissed me like he had been starving for me, like he hated himself for needing me, like he needed to erase the space I had put between us.
I couldn’t breathe.
His hands roamed, rough and fast, gripping my thigh, sliding under the hem of the shirt I wore.
His body was hot, burning and I arched beneath him, sparks exploding where our skin touched.
Our wolves howled in sync.
He broke the kiss only to bury his face in my neck, growling low against my pulse.
“Why do you keep doing this to me?” he rasped.
“Because you want me,” I whispered back, dazed. “Even if you won’t admit it.”
His eyes met mine, raw and dark and filled with a fire I had never seen before.
“I want to hate you,” he said, voice trembling. “I need to.”
“Then why do you keep kissing me like you’ll die if you stop?”
He kissed me again, rougher than before. My lungs begged for air, but I didn’t care I would suffocate on his mouth, on his touch, on the chaos we created together.
And just then, there was a knock at the door.
Logan froze above me.
Reality slammed into the room like a cold wind.
The heat between us shattered. His breathing ragged, his grip loosened, and he pulled back, eyes wide with something like horror.
I quickly sat up, lips swollen, heart pounding so loudly I was sure the person at the door could hear it.
“Nova,” he said, his voice empty, controlled now.
The wildness is gone. “Get out.”
I looked at him, hurt flashing through me. “Logan!...”
“Now.”
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