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Sophie's POV
The fourth glass of alcohol travelled down my throat in a forceful motion, burning me with its bitter taste still lingering, as this was my first time drinking alcohol. It scorched every path it followed, but the pain was nothing compared to the ache tearing through my chest.
How fast someone's day could change.
How miserably fast it could take a turn. From my mother's news about her remarriage to discovering Reid's dishonesty.
To realizing I had been nothing but a charity case like he called me, simply because I was a scholarship student back then at the academy. And what now? He had only pretended to be in love with me just to have his way with my body?
The thought made the alcohol churn sickeningly in my stomach.
“Señorita…”
A masculine voice called, thick and slurred and I raised my head in between muzzy feelings and the grogginess from being drunk, to behold a man staring at me.
He licked his lower lips hungrily, like someone famished, while his eyes raked over me with a predator’s hunger.
I recognized him. Earlier, when I had walked down to this section of the hotel from Reid’s room reservation, I had noticed how he gawked at me like an animal wanting to devour me.
Now standing beside me, the stench coming off him hit me. Not just the stink of the drinks he had gulped down, but the sharp, unsettling scent of a rogue. And rogues had no rules. They belonged to no packs. They had no discipline nor restraint.
I stood up to leave, not wanting to waste my time conversing with him.
I came here for some peace and quiet, not to have someone ruining that.
I hadn’t taken a single step before he shoved me back into the seat I had just risen from.
“I’m speaking to you and you're not to leave till we're done here,” he said, baring his teeth in a smile that was nothing short of disgusting, as he stretched his hand toward my thighs, hands my thighs were quick to shake off.
The act only seemed to infuriate him further. His expression shifted, turning darker and meaner, as he glanced around to see if anyone was watching. And just as he angrily raised his hand, clearly ready to smack me across the face, a hand caught his mid-air.
Stopping him cold.
He tried to wrench free, but before he could even struggle, a punch landed straight on his nose, sending him flying to the floor with a c***k. The rogue scrambled back up and took off, running with the fear of someone who finally understood he had picked the wrong prey.
I stared at the stranger who had just saved me, startled and still dazed, not sure what to say as I tried to register his face through my blurred, drunk state.
“Are you alright?” he asked as he helped me to my feet, his voice so deep it made me slick with wetness and reignited the pulsating need I had been fighting earlier.
“My savior…” I whispered as I stood, taking his hand in mine, still shocked that a total stranger would go out of his way to protect me from an undisciplined rogue.
“Miss, are you alright?” he asked again just as I lost my footing. I swayed, almost crashing into him, and he caught me barely. The movement sent us both stumbling, my nose brushing against his cheek, making me breathe in the strong stench of alcohol he too had taken.
As his hand settled on my waist after catching me, I turned my face towards his. And when his eyes, brown or blue, I couldn’t tell under the flickering neon lights, locked onto mine, something inside me snapped.
I leaned forward and captured his lips hungrily in a passionate kiss.
I told myself that I would respect his will if he didn’t want this. That if he even flinched from my kisses, I would stop. But to my shock and pleasure, he didn’t. Instead, he seemed just as lost in the moment as I was. He returned my kisses fervently, with an aching need that matched my own.
I couldn’t fathom why he felt so hungry for me.
While I was desperate for release, he seemed to be too and in the most seductive way possible. So seductive that I could feel his bulge pressing dangerously close to me.
My second hand slid down toward his thigh, where I felt his hard erection throbbing.
He took that as an invitation.
His fingers trailed up my thighs. I thought that was where it would stop, after all, we were in public. But nothing prepared me for what he had in mind.
His fingers kept rising until they reached the front of my panties, and then he ripped them aside, tearing the fabric away from the entrance of my p***y.
He dipped his fingers into my wet c**t, and I gasped at the sudden, overwhelming sensation.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered in my ear, his voice a deep growl that pushed me right to the edge of madness.
I lost all morals I might have had at the sound of that voice in my ear. All discipline and caution. Everything I had ever cultivated vanished.
I hesitated for a moment as another thought whispered that this was wrong, that this man was a stranger, that this hookup was…
“f**k me,” I whispered back as I arched my hips to accommodate more of his fingers inside me, throwing away the voice of reason.
“c*m in me,” I added, breathlessly and desperately.
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The morning sunlight seeping into the room from the opening in the window was all it took for me to recognize that I wasn't in my room.
I stood up abruptly, the shock twisting into me in sharp, unforgiving shockwaves as last night slammed back into my memory.
The bedsheet draped over my naked body was enough evidence of what had happened too.
My eyes darted across the unfamiliar room, searching and remembering, panicking until they landed on the stranger I had slept with. The same stranger who was now lying on the bed beside me.
The moment he sensed how fast I moved away, how violently I pulled myself from his reach when he tried to cuddle me in his sleep, his eyes snapped open. He sat up slowly.
And then, lo and behold, seeing him clearly, he wasn't what I expected at all.
“Ronan?” I breathed, my voice tangled in both shock and confusion.
How was this possible?
How, of all men, it had to be him I spent the night with?
“You?” he shot back, his expression tightening the moment he looked down at himself and realized exactly what had happened between us too.
My stepbrother.
The son of the Alpha my mother was set to marry today.
Why did it have to be him of all people?
Why now, of all nights?
Regret began to take root so deeply it hurt to breathe.
“Aren’t you the wolfless mutt that went to the same academy as me? The scholarship student… what was the name…” Ronan began, irritation lacing his tone.
I froze for a moment.
Did he really not know who I was?
Or was he pretending?
Was he genuinely clueless that we were about to become siblings today?
From the way he spoke, angry, disgusted and offended, it seemed he truly didn't know.
He looked furious that I, the lowly scholarship girl from the academy he went to, had somehow ended up in his bed.
I stood up to leave.
That was the only logical thing to do.
I needed to put all this behind me before I lost what was left of my sanity.
But the second I tried to stand from the bed, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down and steadying me for reasons unknown. Maybe to demand answers, maybe to insult me like he had always done before.
But the moment his skin touched mine, he recoiled instantly.
As though he had been burned.
“No… no no no…” I whispered, feeling that tingling sensation coil through my body like fire and ice at once.
I knew what this meant.
I knew what had just snapped into place between us.
“No,” I whispered again, pleading with the Moon Goddess not to let this happen, not like this.
For years, I had prayed for Reid to be my mate.
I had even begged the Moon Goddess for him.
I had wanted him so desperately that I shaped my whole life around the possibility.
And after yesterday and everything I discovered, I was relieved she hadn't given me that bond.
But now?
Now the mate bond had snapped between me and Ronan.
My new stepbrother.
The son of the Alpha my mother was marrying.
The biggest bully I’d ever had in my life.
The last man I would ever have chosen.
Why me?
Goddess… why me?
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