Braila’s Chains - Trapped Between Them.

Trigger (3)

Her neck bore her pack’s mark. The crest of her pack. “I come from The Obsidian Moons.” She dropped her hair and turned to me. “That's…who I am.”

~ Nymera’s POV.

I introduced myself. I had to.

He looked straight at me, eyes burning with a storm I couldn’t quite read. His eyes. They didn’t recognize me. He didn’t remember.

His eyes narrowed again, hardening. “Why did you pretend to be an Omega… when you’re an Alpha?”

A quiet ache bloomed in my chest. How could he forget? After everything? Where was the Ezra I knew, the warm alpha who held my hand beneath moonlight and whispered promises? The one who said I’d never be alone again. That warmth... it was gone. All that remained now was suspicion and the hollow shell of someone I once trusted with my whole heart.

“I…” I tried to speak, to explain, but he cut me off.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing,” he muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his voice tight like he was holding back his words. “But don’t push me. I’ll cut your throat before you even blink. And I don’t give a damn if you’re a Pureblood.”

He is being careful. Watchful. He dropped the sandwich onto the counter.

“What do you want from me?!” His words hung in the air like cold steel. Did I make him feel threatened? Why does he think I want something from him?

Yesterday…

Yesterday was unforgettable. The way he touched me, filled me, it made me feel alive. And that night at the club. How he rammed me when we both got out of control and acted like animals in heat. Sucking my p***y and moving at different positions just to get enough of me. He ravaged my body and wouldn't stop pounding me after spilling his load inside me. Gave me hickeys and bite marks just to mark his territory, when he barely knows me.

I loved how he made me feel.

Ezra Obsidian.

I shouldn't get too close to him. But will it hurt just to have some fun with him? I promised not to get too close. Just stick around for some time and disappear.

He looked closely at me. “Did you get close to me just to get in bed with me?”

With an instant reply. “Yes.”

Oops! That was a lie.

“Wow!” He chuckled. “That was quite a fast response.”

He doesn’t know the truth. That I only disguised myself as an Omega to mask my scent, to protect myself from being hunted down, from letting the wrong wolves figure out what I really am. Being an Omega was my shield.

“Yeah,” I mumbled.

He grabbed my waist and licked my neck, kissing it. “Go out with me. I will show you a good time.”

I want him.

My hands held his waist and tightened. His pheromone is so warm. I would do anything to stay in these arms.

Those white strands on his brow, the silver in his dark hair, those piercing gray eyes that look like winter and war. The way his smile pulls to the side. A little crooked, a little cocky, but beautiful. His teeth are sharp and white, his jaw strong, his posture effortless. He walks as if he owns the world. And his voice, deep and smooth, makes it hard to think.

I remember that day in the field...

“You’re too pretty to fight,” he said with that cocky smirk, circling Monica like a predator. I was watching from a distance, pretending to study my notes.

I'm not exactly a stalker. But whenever I hide myself to avoid people's attention, I come across him. If I didn't know him any better, I would think he was stalking me.

“Why don’t you go brush your hair or something?”

Monica didn’t blink. She tilted her head and smiled sweetly.

“And you’re too loud to live long,” she snapped.

The air went still. The laughter from the crowd died instantly. She lunged. He moved. One twist. One slam. She hit the dirt hard, coughing up her pride.

Ezra leaned over and whispered in her ear, laughing, “Next time you open that mouth, make sure you can back it up with your fists… darling.”

My heart swelled.

After that day, my love for him grew more. When his eyes met mine on that day, my gaze widened and switched to my notes.

“Why do you want me to go out with you?!” I asked, leaning up to kiss him. The tip of his finger stayed on my lips. “You are asking me why I’m going out with you and wanna kiss me?”

His presence pulls me out of control.

“I shouldn’t?!”

“I don't know.” I saw his fingers tracing my shoulder line. “You taste so good.” He came to my neck, grabbing my ass. “Stay with me for the day. I wanna f**k you so bad.”

Ezra carried me in his arms, licking all over my neck. Arms held his neck, moaning. “Ezra, ahhh…”

“Yeah.” He groaned and wouldn't stop licking and biting me.

“Are you sure you don't have anywhere to go?”

“Do you want me to go?” he murmured on my chest and kissed it.

“No, love.” I moaned.

“I love when you call me that.” He said through my lips. Ezra dropped me on the bed and hovered over me, kissing my lips. We sucked each other's tongues. He took off my gown and threw it over his head.

“Ezra,” my hands rubbed his abs. He held his d**k and hovered my right leg over his shoulder and slammed into me.

“Ahhhh…” I gasped.

“Shit.” He groaned. “Why the f**k?” He threw back his hair. “Why can't I get enough of you?” He moved. “You make me…go i-insane, Nymera.”

“Ezra,” I whispered again, my voice barely a breath. His hand gripped my waist as he rammed into me. “Ezra…more…”

He dipped his face into my neck, his lips brushing over my skin. “You drive me mad,” he rasped.

“Ahhhh…” I held him tight. “Don't stop, Ezra.”

His lips brushed my shoulder, my neck, then lower, leaving a burning trail of heat. His breath was warm, ragged, full of something wild and desperate.

“Don’t you get it?” he murmured, his voice low and thick. “You feel too good. You’re too good. I can’t stop, even if I want to.” His lustful eyes turned me on. The eyes of an alpha who wants to devour me. He slammed into me again, harder this time. Faster. Ezra’s warm load shot his ribbons inside me. We both moaned. Our cries filled the room. Ezra's breath was hot against my mouth when he kissed me.

After that day, Ezra and I kept meeting each other. Again and again. Like we got addicted. Every glance turned into a touch. Every touch became something more. We kept meeting in secret. Every chance we got, we ended up tangled with each other.