Chapter002
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NOA'S POINT OF VIEW
I smoke to manage my restlessness when I don't have it. Agitated. Without something to calm me down, my racing mind causes me to spiral out of control. It keeps me grounded—well, sort of. I suspect I experienced a panic attack earlier, although my memory of that event remains unclear.
Where the hell am I?
“Do you feel better now?”
A smooth, deep voice draws me out of the fog, and my eyes spring open. My breath suddenly catches. A man with intense green eyes looks at me and proves to be the most stunning person I have ever laid eyes on. A rush of warmth overwhelms my body, and my heart stutters when I realize he’s lying in front of me. His shirt is wrinkled, and his boxers hang low on his hips while his eyes sparkle with amusement.
Oh. My. God.
The hot guy massaging me was real and not an imagined dream.
The difficulty I face while breathing stems from reasons unrelated to my previous panic attack.
Eitan Cohen looks like he stepped out of a fantasy. His chiseled jaw and tousled dark hair combined with broad shoulders make him the perfect embodiment of every fictional book boyfriend I've imagined. He is fully aware of his stunning appearance as his lips quiver under my obvious gaze.
He tilts his head slightly. The decision to call an ambulance remained uncertain until I realized passing out might be a typical response to feeling overwhelmed.
To break free from the spell he had me under, I cleared my throat. “I...yeah. I pass out when I get overstimulated.”
His smirk deepens, flashing perfect white teeth. “And what exactly did you find overwhelming?”
Oh, for the love of—
I try to glare at him, but the attempt ends in failure when our gazes meet once more. A shiver spreads throughout my body while I become acutely aware of my surroundings. I've never met this man, but my instincts urgently demand that I approach him. To touch him.
To claim him.
Mate.
The term strikes me powerfully, causing my stomach to tighten. As my blood boils and my heart accelerates, I realize this bond between us has genuine depth. It’s undeniable.
He wonders out loud about finding his mate while his eyes slowly move down my figure. Butterflies erupt in my stomach. “You said your name was Noa?”
“That’s right…”
I don't normally have anything shy about myself, but I feel nervous right now. I sense my fingers moving against the sheets while my brain works to figure out what's happening. He called me his mate. Is he serious? Or is he playing with me?
I need to confirm again because I want to hear him say it once more: “Are we seriously mates?”
“Yes.”
His voice deepens an octave, which sends a wave of heat through me before his face stiffens. I need you to understand that I don’t accept just anyone as my mate. My rank within my pack requires me to make decisions that consider long-term implications.
My stomach clenches. Yikes. That’s definitely not great news for me.
He’s likely going to dislike it if he learns I’m a rogue.
“Right, umm… What information do you need from me?” I move slightly. “And what’s your name?”
I don't express my secret desire to receive another massage from him. The massage provided intense pleasure, and I would welcome a second session.
He pauses to look at me for a moment before he responds. “Eitan Cohen.”
Eitan. Strong name. Fits him.
His lips curve slightly, but his eyes hold something sharp. Do you normally visit people at their homes out of the blue to request an ‘adventure’ massage?
My entire body locks up. The sound of Eitan’s chuckle moves through me like silk, indicating my horrified expression matches my shocked feelings.
Oh, this man is dangerous.
“Could you please bring me my bag?” I asked him while trying to change the subject. I left my bag near where I placed my coat.
Eitan moves away from the bed without uttering a word. My breath stutters once more as I observe his robust physique, and I am struck by the realization that this individual is quite substantial. He has broad shoulders, defined muscles, and strong thighs. His gym routines reveal themselves through his physical appearance.
Eitan calls out from the hallway with curiosity, "Do werewolves experience getting high?"
“Of course they can!” I shouted back. “Why?”
“Your bag has a herbal scent,” he declares in his dry tone. Given that you’re a werewolf, I find myself questioning whether you’ve developed a dependency on some kind of placebo.
I rolled my eyes. “No one is addicted to herbs.”
Eitan steps into the doorway with one eyebrow c****d upwards. “That’s what they all say.”
He throws my bag at me before he leans against the entrance and folds his arms across his chest. It only makes his biceps look bigger. The idea of having a partner who relies on herbs doesn’t appeal to me.
I huff. “I’m not an addict.”
He emphasizes that you use it to calm yourself.
Damn. He’s got me there.
“I can stop,” I say quickly. I am willing to quit if you'll accept me as your mate.
His green eyes glint with amusement. “Sure. Seeing that this is the final time you will use it tonight, I want you to let me try.
My jaw falls. “You want to smoke?”
He shrugs. “I’m open to new experiences.”
Well, that’s…unexpected.
After searching through my bag, I paused briefly before I gave him the joint. I experience a personal connection but find it less intimidating because of Eitan’s relaxed demeanor. We take turns sitting on the bed while passing it between us. The moment I inhale, my anxiety subsides and I exhale with relief.
“So, let me guess,” I say, exhaling. “You’re a Beta?”
Eitan smirks. “You think I’m a Beta?”
“Yeah. You’ve got that important aura about you.”
With a hum, he taps the joint against the ashtray. “And what’s your position?”
Shit.
I swallowed thickly, avoiding his gaze. “The guy should answer first.”
Eitan laughs as he arches his back, and his shirt lifts to show off his flawless abs. “I’m an Alpha.”
Oh. My. God.
My breath hitches. That explains so much. He naturally commands attention with his presence and self-assurance. He leads people and protects them while he belongs to me.
What on earth happened to me to gain an Alpha as my mate?
He watches me, smirk widening. “You look surprised.”
My mouth opens and closes multiple times, but I remain silent.
Eitan’s grin turns wicked. You really didn't think you'd attract an Alpha?
I turn my head side to side as warmth spreads across my face.
He leans in, voice dropping. “Then let me ask you something, Noa.”
My heartbeat accelerates when he moves his fingers upward along my thigh. I feel fire coursing through my body while understanding precisely where this situation will lead.
As I prepare to reply, his smirk grows deeper while his voice becomes smoother.
“Are you ready for what happens next?”
My breath stutters. I am certain without any doubt that his plans will completely transform everything.
And the real question is—
Am I ready for it?
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