Chapter 5: The Bite of Truth
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(Sophia POV)
The knock echoed through the penthouse like a thunderclap, jolting me upright in the bed.
My heart, which had just started to slow from the haze of our lovemaking, kicked back into overdrive. Lucian’s arms tightened around me for a split second, his body going rigid against mine—warm, solid, but now laced with tension that made my skin prickle.
I could feel his pulse through his chest, it was fast and fierce, matching mine. Emotions crashed over me: the afterglow of release still tingling between my legs, mixed with fresh fear clawing up my throat.
What had I done? Given myself to a man—a werewolf—who’d just killed something monstrous to save me?
The sheets tangled around my naked body felt suddenly too exposing, too vulnerable. I pulled them higher, covering my breasts, as if that could shield me from whatever was on the other side of that door.
“Stay put,” Lucian whispered, his voice low and commanding.
He slid out of bed, muscles rippling under his skin in the dim light filtering through the curtains. He grabbed his discarded pants, yanking them on without a word, every movement efficient, predatory.
I watched him; part of me wanted to reach out, pull him back, bury myself in his heat, and forget the madness.
But the knock came again, louder, insistent.
He glanced at me, gray eyes looking like a storm, a flicker of something soft breaking through the alpha mask.
“It’ll be okay.”
But his tone didn’t sound convincing. He moved to the door, peering through the peephole before cracking it open.
Marcus pushed in without waiting, his blond hair disheveled, green eyes scanning the room before landing on me.
I clutched the sheet tighter, cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger. Who the hell was this guy to barge in? But his face was grim, etched with worry that made my stomach drop.
“Boss, we’ve got problems. More rogues spotted near the resort perimeter. And the red moon—it’s peaking again tonight. Elders are freaking out, saying the prophecy’s kicking off for real. Because of…” He trailed off, nodding subtly toward me, like I was some exhibit in a zoo.
Lucian’s jaw clenched, a low growl rumbling from his throat that vibrated the air.
“Not here. Not now.” He stepped between us, blocking Marcus’s view, protective in a way that sent a warm flutter through me despite everything.
Marcus held up his hands.
“I’m just the messenger. They want a meeting—now. And her? If she’s involved…”
“Out,” Lucian snapped, shoving him toward the door. Marcus left with a muttered apology, the door clicking shut behind him.
Silence fell, and I sat there, the sheets pooled around my waist. My emotions were all over the place, confusion twisting my gut, fear making my hands shake, and underneath it all, that undeniable pull toward Lucian.
My shoulder throbbed from the scratch—claws, not teeth, but the wound burned hotter now, like fire spreading under my skin. I touched it gingerly, wincing, blood dried but the edges were looking… weird.
Less raw already? Or was I imagining it?
Lucian turned back to me, running a hand through his dark hair.
He looked haunted, vulnerable for the first time, and it tugged at something deep in me.
“Sophia…” He crossed the room in two strides, sitting on the bed’s edge, his hand reaching for mine.
His touch was gentle, calluses rough against my palm, sending sparks up my arm.
“I didn’t want this for you. Not like this.”
“Tell me,” I said, voice cracking. Tears welled up again, hot and frustrating. I hated feeling this weak, this out of control.
Back home, in my gym routines and i********: world, I called the shots. Here? I was lost in some nightmare fairy tale.
“The prophecy. What is it? And why me?”
He sighed, thumb stroking my hand, eyes locked on mine.
“It’s an old pack legend. Passed down for centuries. ‘When the Alpha’s true mate is human, the blood moon shall rise, heralding the Great Unraveling.’ Chaos, basically. Packs turning feral, the veil between our world and yours is tearing open. Wars, madness.”
He paused, his gaze dropping to my wound.
“I thought it was bullshit. Superstition for the elders to cling to in their dusty books. But the red moons started when you arrived. And now… this.”
Human mate. The words hit like a punch. “Mate? Like… soulmate? That’s what you think I am?”
My heart raced, a mix of terror and thrill.
The pull—I’d felt it from that first gym stare. Electric, inescapable.
But mate? In a world of wolves and blood moons?
“I’m just a trainer, Lucian. I lift weights and post videos. Not… this.”
He leaned closer, damn his scent was enveloping.
His free hand cupped my face, then wiped a tear from my cheek.
“You’re more. The bond—it’s real. I felt it the second I saw you. My wolf knew.”
His voice dropped, husky, eyes darkening with heat.
“And you feel it too. Don’t deny it.”
I couldn’t. Even now, with chaos knocking, my body responded, my n*****s got hard under the sheet, my warmth pooling low.
“It’s scary,” I admitted, my voice soft, leaning into his touch.
My emotions bubbled up ,I wanted him, I needed answers, and I was scared of the unknown.
“What if I can’t handle it?”
“You can.” He kissed me then, slow at first, lips gentle against mine.
But it deepened fast, the hunger building.
I melted into it, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling his muscles and the steady thump of his heart.
He pulled the sheet away, exposing me, his gaze devouring—hungry, possessive. “Let me show you,” he murmured, mouth trailing down my neck, nipping softly.
I gasped, arching as his lips found my breast, his tongue circling the peak, sucking until pleasure shot through me.
His hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers teasing my folds, finding me slick already.
“Lucian…” I moaned, my hips lifting, emotions raw—desire overriding fear, and the bond pulling us tighter.
He stroked deeper, curling inside, his thumb pressing my c**t in circles that made stars burst behind my eyes.
“You’re perfect,” he growled, shifting to hover over me, pants shoved down.
He entered me slowly, inch by inch, filling me.
We moved together, it was rhythmic. His thrusts were deep, and my nails were digging into his back.
Emotions peaked: love? No, too soon. But the connection was fierce and real. I came hard, crying out his name, clenching around him. He followed, groaning, burying his face in my neck.
We lay tangled, our breaths syncing, his weight comforting.
But the peace was shattered when my shoulder burned hotter, pain flaring sharply.
I hissed, pulling away to look—the wound looked infected?
No, healing? Edges knitting before my eyes, a faint silver glow fading.
“What the…” I whispered, as I began to panic.
Lucian sat up, his eyes widening.
“The scratch—it’s venom-tipped. Rogue claws. You might… change.”
Change? Into what? Fear gripped me, tears flowing freely. “Lucian, I—”
Sirens wailed outside, red light pulsing through the curtains—the moon again.
A crash downstairs echoed, voices shouting. Glass shattering
.
Lucian’s face hardened. “They’re here. Get dressed—now.”
My heart pounded. How many more? And what was happening to me? The door rattled, and fists were pounding.
We weren’t safe—not even close.
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