Chapter 5: The Gift of a Predator
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The guest suite was larger than my entire apartment. It was a masterpiece of cream silk and dark mahogany, with a balcony that looked out over the jagged, snow-covered cliffs. A fire was already crackling in the hearth, and a bath had been drawn in the adjoining marble ensuite, the steam smelling of lavender and expensive oils.
But it wasn't the luxury that made my heart stop. It was the box sitting in the center of the bed.
It was wrapped in midnight-blue paper with a silver ribbon, exactly like the one I had dropped in the slush outside the restaurant. I approached it with trembling hands. There was a small card tucked into the bow.
“You dropped this. But you deserve something that actually keeps time with your heart. — S.”
I tore the paper away. Inside wasn’t the watch I’d bought for Mark. It was a delicate, vintage gold locket in the shape of a star—the exact symbol of the "Lucky Magic" ornament my grandmother used to keep. I snapped it open. Inside, a tiny, moving holographic map of the stars pulsed with the same golden light as my birthmark.
"He’s been watching me," I whispered, the realization chilling me more than the winter air.
He hadn't just found me in the park by accident. He had seen the betrayal. He had seen me buy the gift for another man. He had waited for me to be at my lowest point before stepping out of the shadows.
A soft knock at the door made me jump. I expected the maid, but when the door pushed open, it was Silas. He had changed into a dark silk robe, his chest partially exposed, revealing a jagged scar that ran from his collarbone down to his heart.
"Do you like it?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave as he entered the room. He didn't ask for permission; he moved through the space like he owned every atom within it.
"How long, Silas?" I demanded, holding the locket like a weapon. "How long have you been following me?"
He stopped inches away, the heat from his body making the lavender scent in the air turn heavy and intoxicating. "I haven't been following you, Noelle. I’ve been waiting for you. There is a difference."
"There isn't!" I cried. "You watched my life fall apart and you did nothing!"
"I did everything," he countered, his amber eyes flashing with a sudden, violent intensity. "I ensured that the man who broke your heart would never touch you again. I ensured that when your magic finally woke, you were in my territory and not a rival’s. You think this is a coincidence? On the night of the Winter Solstice, nothing is a coincidence."
He reached out, his large hand covering mine on the locket. "That locket belonged to your great-grandmother. My grandfather gave it to her. Our bloodlines have been circling each other for a century, Noelle. You were never meant for a mundane life with a human accountant. You were born to be a Luna."
My head spun. The betrayal, the wolves, the ancient family secrets—it was too much. "I need to wake up. This has to be a dream."
"If it's a dream," Silas whispered, leaning down until his lips were a hair’s breadth from mine, "then why can you feel this?"
He didn't kiss me. Instead, he pressed his nose to the pulse point in my neck, inhaling deeply. The growl that started in his chest was low and hungry. "Cleanse yourself of that man’s scent, Noelle. Tomorrow, we begin your training. The pack expects a queen, and I expect a mate who understands that I will never let her go."
He turned and left, the click of the door sounding like the locking of a vault. I was safe from the snow, safe from Mark, but as I looked at the glowing locket, I realized I was now the captive of a man who didn't understand the word no.
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