Chapter 3: Playing with Fire
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Alpha Silas didn’t move an inch as I stepped closer. Up close, the sheer scale of him was terrifying. He towered over me, a wall of pure muscle and ancient Alpha authority.
"Looking for me?" Silas echoed, his deep voice dropping an octave. A dangerous, mocking smile played at the corner of his lips. "A newly rejected she-wolf should be crying in the woods, Clara. Not wandering into my private quarters. If my son caught you here—"
"Julian is an i***t," I interrupted smoothly, holding his intense gaze.
Silas paused, his eyes narrowing slightly at my audacity. Nobody spoke about his heir that way, let alone a girl who had been cast aside just minutes ago.
"He thinks he broke me," I continued, tilting my head up so our faces were only inches apart. The rich scent of cedarwood and dark chocolate rolling off him was intoxicating, making my inner wolf hum with a strange, dark thrill. "But he actually did me a favor. He freed me from a boy, so I could look for a real man."
A low, rumbling growl vibrated deep within Silas’s chest. The sound sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight to my core. His powerful aura flared, heavy and suffocating, demanding that I drop my gaze and submit to my Alpha.
I forced myself to stand firm. I didn't flinch. I didn't look down. I let him see the cold, unyielding fire in my eyes.
Silas stared at me for a long, agonizing moment, analyzing every micro-expression on my face. The amusement left his features, replaced by a sharp, calculating intensity. He took a slow step forward, effectively trapping me between his massive frame and the stone alcove wall.
"You’re playing a very dangerous game, little wolf," he whispered, his hot breath brushing against my ear, sending an electric shiver down my spine. "Do you have any idea what happens to people who try to use me?"
"I'm not trying to use you, Alpha Silas," I breathed out, my heart hammering against my ribs. I reached out, my fingers brushing lightly, daringly, against the crisp fabric over his chest. "I'm offering you an alliance. Julivan wants to build power with the neighboring pack. But with me at your side, you control the entire northern territory's trade routes. And as a bonus... we get to watch him crawl."
Silas trapped my hand against his chest, his large grip warm and completely unyielding. I could feel the rapid, heavy thud of his heartbeat beneath my palm. He wasn't as indifferent to me as he wanted to pretend.
"You want revenge," he murmured, his gold eyes flashing in the dim hallway light.
"I want justice," I corrected fiercely. "And I want the crown he thinks he’s inheriting."
Silas looked down at my hand in his, then back up to my face. A dark, wicked smirk slowly spread across his handsome features.
"You're completely out of your mind, Clara Evans," he chuckled, though his grip on my wrist didn't loosen. "But you're far more interesting than my foolish son deserves."
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