INTERRUPTED PASSION
956 Words
~Amara Collins~
The night air still vibrated from the heat of his touch. My knees were weak, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape.
Lucas’s hand lingered at my waist, and I wanted—needed—him closer. But I couldn’t let myself fully surrender, not yet. Not when every nerve screamed both warning and desire.
Then… a sharp voice cut through the quiet:
“Lucas, we need to talk. Now.”
My stomach dropped.
Lucas didn’t move immediately. His hand stayed on me, a tether I didn’t want to lose.
“Not now,” he said, calm but low, the growl in his tone impossible to ignore.
The man behind him—tall, broad, unknown—didn’t even flinch. That alone told me he wasn’t ordinary.
“It’s urgent,” the voice pressed.
Lucas exhaled slowly, a controlled sigh that hinted at irritation. His thumb brushed my side once, then he finally stepped back.
And I realized how much I wanted that touch to stay.
~Lucas Sterling~
She flinched slightly when I pulled back. Perfect.
Every instinct screamed to hold her closer, to claim her in front of the world. But I had control. Always control.
The man before me—Sterling’s rival from the board, someone I knew too well—spoke with arrogance and the casual confidence of someone who thought he could dictate terms.
He didn’t know me.
And he certainly didn’t know Amara.
“Stay here,” I murmured softly, my voice sharp enough to warn him, calm enough to comfort her.
She didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. My wolf shifted beneath the skin, restless and alert. She was mine, no matter what he thought.
~Amara Collins~
I watched as Lucas spoke in low tones with the man. Every word I caught made my pulse quicken:
“…board isn’t happy…”
“…rumors…”
“…she’s asking questions…”
She. Me.
The heat rising in my chest wasn’t fear. It was him.
Every fiber of me ached from his nearness—the way he controlled the space, the air, even the shadows around us. He didn’t just stand there; he dominated it, and by extension, me.
The man finally left, muttering under his breath. Lucas’s silver eyes followed him until he disappeared into the night. Only then did he turn back to me.
His gaze was sharp, dangerous, and impossibly intense. My stomach fluttered—and I hated myself for it.
“You attract trouble,” he said quietly.
“I didn’t do anything,” I whispered.
“Exactly,” he murmured.
The tension between us was unbearable. I wanted to step away, to run—but my legs refused to obey. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, responding to him the way I hadn’t realized I craved.
~Lucas Sterling~
Every nerve in my body screamed at me to pull her closer, to feel her completely, to claim her before anyone else had the chance.
She didn’t run. She didn’t beg. She didn’t flinch.
And that—God, that—made my wolf growl inside me.
“She’s mine,” I muttered under my breath.
Not a warning. Not a question. A fact.
Her pulse hit mine in sharp, uneven rhythms. I could feel her fear, her confusion… and beneath it, the desire. The way her wolf mirrored mine, even if she didn’t realize it.
I wanted to test her limits, see how far she’d go. But I also wanted to protect her—ridiculous, dangerous, distracting.
“You’re thinking too loudly,” I murmured, stepping closer until the space between us disappeared.
She shivered, caught between fear and… something else. Desire.
My lips hovered near hers. The air crackled. My hand brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, slow, deliberate.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I whispered.
She didn’t answer immediately.
Her throat moved. Her lips parted slightly.
“I… I—”
I smiled, not kind, not tender. Dangerous. Possessive.
“You do,” I said softly.
Her eyes widened. My wolf growled low.
“Yes,” she breathed.
And that word? That tiny admission?
It made my blood boil.
~Amara Collins~
I wanted to deny it. I wanted to pull back. I wanted to convince myself he wasn’t the kind of man a woman like me should ever want.
But I couldn’t.
Every instinct screamed at me, whispered that he claimed me, even without a word. That even if the world tried to separate us, even if chaos descended around us, I would not escape him.
And I didn’t want to.
He leaned closer, almost brushing my lips with his, his silver eyes locked on mine. The scent of him—danger, dominance, temptation—wrapped around me like a chain.
“Say it,” he murmured.
I swallowed, my heart hammering violently.
“I… want you,” I admitted.
The moment it left my lips, I regretted nothing.
His grin was slow, feral, dangerous.
“Good,” he whispered. “Because I’m not letting you go.”
Before I could respond, a shadow moved at the edge of the alley. A figure stepped forward, intent clear in the way they carried themselves.
Lucas stiffened instantly.
Not for me.
For them.
And that’s when I realized: nothing was over.
Not the night. Not him. Not the obsession that had just begun.
The stranger spoke, voice sharp, low, and threatening:
“You’re too close to her, Sterling.”
Lucas’s eyes flashed silver, predatory.
“And yet,” he growled, “she stays.”
The night exploded with tension—between danger, desire, and the unbreakable pull that bound us.
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