VOICE OF REASON.
727 Words
KEENAN'S POV
I should be stronger than this. I should be able to ignore her. I am Alpha. I command life and death. I destroy packs without hesitation.
Yet here I am, thinking of her.
Lyra.
Even her name tastes like fire in my mouth. I remember her hands on me last night, steadying me while my fever burned. Her hands, so soft, delicate, soothing,brought me back from the edge.
I should have hated her for that. I should have cursed her for surviving when her pack burned. But I didn’t.
No, it was worse than that.
I wanted her.
gods, I wanted her.
She hates me. She should hate me. I destroyed everything she loved, everything she was. And yet… her defiance, her fire, the way she refuses to bend… it claws at me. Makes me ache in ways I’ve never known.
She spat on me. Twice. And laughed in my face. She called me a bastard. And every insult, every defiance, only made my blood run hotter.
I growl low in my throat, my chest tightening with need. I hate that I want her.
I hate that her hatred makes me crave her more. I hate that her fire matches mine in ways no one else ever could.
I laid on the bed in my tent, frustrated, restless. My body still aches from the fever, but that’s nothing compared to the ache in my chest, the fire in my veins that only she can ignite.
I should fear her. I should expect her to fight me. And yet… I crave it. I crave the fight. I crave her.
Her. Always her.
I gripped the edge of the table, forcing myself to breathe. My hands are shaking, not from weakness, but from need. Need I cannot name, need I cannot fight. The Moon itself would tremble if it could see me like this,Alpha Keenan, strongest of the High Shadow Claw, undone by a woman who should be nothing but fear in my eyes.
And yet, she isn’t afraid.
Her defiance… her fire… it is intoxicating.
I remember last night, when she held me steady while I burned with fever. The desperation in my voice,I’d begged her, though I didn’t say it aloud. My pride would never let me admit it. I’d begged her to stay. To not leave me alone with the storm inside my body. And she… she stayed.
Damn her.
I should have pushed her away. I should have demanded she leave. But I didn’t. I let her near me. And in doing so, I discovered something terrifying: she affects me in ways I cannot control. She makes my blood hot, my body alive, my mind chaotic. She makes me want things I cannot admit, things I should fear.
I hate that.
I hate her. And yet, I cannot hate her enough to stop needing her.
I try to focus on the pack, on the duties of an Alpha.
But everything fades the moment I think of her. The way her lips moved against mine in that impossible, forbidden moment. The way her body reacted, even as her mind screamed no. Even as she fought me with every fiber of her being, she wanted me.
And I… I wanted her.
I wanted her more than I have ever wanted anything.
It terrifies me.
I want to make her mine, not gently, not with kindness. But with fire. With everything I am. I want her to fight me until she’s spent, until she has no choice but to yield. I want her to scream my name even as she curses me.
I am Alpha. And she will belong to me.
I will break her. Not with violence,but with something far worse. With obsession. With fire. With need. I will make her mine in every way possible. And she will come to love it… or hate it, but she will come to me.
I know she is in her cage now, probably sitting stiffly, refusing to eat, refusing to speak. Good. Let her fight me in her mind before she even gets the chance to fight me in the real world. Let her know she is trapped by more than iron bars.
She will learn, as I have, that some fires cannot be tamed.
And some wolves…
…will hunt what they want, until nothing else matters.
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