CHAPTER 2
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L E I L A N I
I was taken to a cabin in another wing of the pack, a secluded space with a bed and a bathroom. The guards rough handled me as they guided me to the cabin, and they pushed me inside. The door slammed behind me, and I jumped at the sound.
I was alone.
The room was sparsely decorated, the only furniture a bed and a small table with a pitcher of water. The window was closed, and the curtains were drawn shut. The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with a tense silence.
And then he entered the room.
My pulse spiked as the man stepped into the cabin, closing the door behind him.
I couldn't look away.
He was breathtaking. He was tall, and his body was perfectly sculpted. His shoulders were broad, and his waist was narrow. He wore a leather jacket, and a white t-shirt, the fabric straining against his biceps.
His hair was short, and it was styled to perfection. It looked like silk, and I found myself wanting to run my fingers through it.
But I immediately pushed that thought out of my head. They were the enemies. They had ruined my life, and turned me into a mere slave. I shouldn’t feel one bit of attraction for any of his kind.
And yet, there was something about him that made my skin tingle.
His amber eyes bored into mine, and a shiver ran down my spine. He was powerful, and he knew it.
"Come closer," his voice was deep and smooth.
"What?"
"I want you to come closer," he repeated.
"Why?" I was suddenly aware of how vulnerable I was. How weak I was compared to him.
"Because I want you to. And you do as I say."
I walked closer, stopping a few feet away from him.
"Closer," he commanded.
I took a deep breath and stepped closer, until we were mere inches apart. His presence was overwhelming, and I felt small, and delicate, next to him.
"Closer."
My breathing was ragged, and my heart raced.
"Kiss me."
His voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the command.
I hesitated, and he lifted his hand, gently cupping my face. His skin was warm, and I leaned into his touch.
"I won't bite."
I wasn't so sure about that.
"Do it," he commanded.
Slowly, I lifted my lips to his. They were warm, and soft.
A wave of heat rolled through me, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
His mouth was hot, and his tongue explored mine, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled me closer, and I felt his erection pressing against me.
My body responded to his touch, and a flood of wetness pooled between my legs.
He broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto mine.
"I've never met a woman quite like you."
His words sent a jolt through me, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "A human in a wolf pack. You must be very brave, or very stupid."
He traced my lips with his thumb, and I trembled.
"The others... They're not like me. They're... changed," I stammered.
"Why didn’t you turn?"
"I-I don’t know. The spell didn’t work."
"Hmm." Was all he said. "What's your name?"
"Leilani."
"Leilani." The sound of my name on his lips made my heart skip a beat.
He looked at me for a long moment, as if he was trying to figure me out.
"Heavenly flower. So delicate, living amongst monsters who could easily snap you in half. Tell me, flower, do you bloom where you are planted?" The metaphor was strange but poetic.
I didn't know what to say to that. I just shook my head.
"No, I don't suppose you do." He let go of me and walked over to the bed, shrugging off his leather jacket. He tossed it onto a chair, revealing more of the muscular build straining the fabric of his shirt.
I stood in the middle of the room like a statue, unsure if I was supposed to follow or run.
"Come," he said, patting his thigh.
My feet moved of their own accord. He was magnetic, a force of nature I couldn't hope to resist. When I reached the bed, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down onto his lap.
I straddled him, my thin dress the only thing separating us.
"You smell of fear," he murmured, burying his face in my neck. He inhaled deeply, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. "And something else. Something wild."
His hands roamed my back, tracing the curve of my spine. I shuddered, torn between terror and a strange, blossoming desire. My mind screamed at me to push him away, to remember what he was. What they all were. But my body betrayed me, arching into his touch.
He nipped at my neck, and I gasped. His teeth were sharp, but he didn't break the skin.
"Relax, little flower," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I told you, I won't bite. Not unless you ask me to."
His words were a dark promise, a threat wrapped in seduction.
His hands found the hem of my dress, and he slowly slid it up my thighs. The cool night air kissed my skin, and I trembled.
His fingers brushed against the thin fabric of my panties, and I let out a soft cry.
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and into mine.
I should feel disgusted. I had vowed that I would never let his kind touch me in a way that was not about pain or control. I was human, I should be with a human, sleep with a human.
But this was different.
This was intoxicating.
What the hell was going on with me? What makes him different from the other werewolves that have done nothing but repulsed me?
Why did my pulse betray me every time he was near?
Werewolves had taken enough from me. My trust. My freedom. My life.
So why did he feel so… different?
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