The Twin Alphas: Instincts of the Lycan

Chapter 004

When the heavy double doors slide open at my push, the surrounding music diminishes into silence. The hallway offers a peaceful silence, which contrasts sharply with the chaotic atmosphere inside. The air temperature drops in this space, and I can smell expensive perfume mixed with faint traces of whiskey on my skin. My deep breath allows me to feel the surrounding silence envelop me like a protective cloak. I take one last here, she felt relieved, and she vanished completely. Our eyes meet. There exists a powerful connection between us that remains unspoken. A pull. A weight. A force neither of us can deny. A very slight smile crosses my face as I navigate the corner en route to the women’s restroom.

It’s empty. Good.

I rest my back against the wall while my eyes fixate on my reflection in the mirror. The reflection in the mirror shows a woman who doesn't match my usual self. She looks different—calm, collected, dangerous. This alternate version of myself assumes control whenever my true self seeks refuge. This woman moves decisively without hesitation or fear of consequences.

The door opens. I don’t flinch. I already know who it is.

His voice maintains a smooth tone as he secures the door behind him. He moves nearer while his gaze examines me as if I'm a specimen for his possession.

My lips curve into a smirk yet remain silent. A charged atmosphere between us makes words unnecessary as the tension crackles like electricity in the air. Without time to react, he grabs my waist and pulls me into his embrace.

His touch is fire. His fingers leave a burning sensation when they press into my skin. His hand moves up my back while his fingers weave through my hair before he pulls my head backward. My breath hitches. We lock eyes, and I witness a tempest swirling within his stare. Something dark. Something I want to get lost in.

His lips hover close. The tension is unbearable. I explore his chest with my fingers while discovering the strong muscles under his skin. A wild rhythm pounds in my chest as I have been. Managing through doubt you to kiss me," I say softly while pulling him toward me by his belt. My intention for entering this place was not to sit around doing nothing.

He releases a deep growl that sounds very possessive.

Even though Alphas dislike commands they must follow, my challenge achieves my desired result. His lips crash against mine as he moves closer.

His kiss is fire, his touch electric. His tongue brushes against mine, demanding, taking. My actions echo his fervor as my hands grip his jacket and then fling it off. His fingers grip my skin through the fabric of my dress as though he possesses me. His presence overwhelms me as he takes full control of my mouth with his intense domination.

My heart pounds. Alcohol doesn't intoxicate me, but his presence makes me feel drunk because eem irrelevant. and my nails and his shoulders while pulling him closer through the shirt fabric bee I need more, fingers moving, teasing, exploring. He resists my adv was nces, and it ma was e, and silver my, and silver glare at him. “Stop treating me like

I’m fragile. I can handle it.”

He chuckles a dark, amused sound. “You think you can handle me, Doll?”

I yank him closer. “Try me.”

His eyes flash with something primal. With one quick motion, he rotates me to face the mirror while he secures my wrists behind my back using his hand.

In the reflection, I see his lips brushing against my neck while his fingers dance along my skin. My breathing is uneven and heavy. His control is intoxicating, his dominance absolute. My entire being desires his presence because my soul both wants and requires him.

“Watch,” he murmurs. Look at your reaction to my actions on your body.

His fingers slide lower. The sound of my moan slips out before I have a chance to stop it. Despite my resistance, my body moves against him because it wants more.

Then, suddenly, he stops.

I let out a frustrated growl. “Don’t tease me.”

He smirks. “Say it.”

I narrow my eyes at his reflection. “Say what?”

“Tell me what you want.”

I clamp down on my lip as a way to resist.

His fingers make contact with me once more in a light and slow motion that feels unbearable.

I can’t take it.

“Fine,” I gasp. “I want you.”

His smirk deepens. He suddenly gives me what I just requested without any prior indication.

A sharp gasp breaks from my lips as he assumes full control and pushes me to my boundaries until I become nothing but fire and pleasure.

Somewhere, in the haze, my phone rings.

I ignore it.

It rings again.

His lips move to my ear. “Answer it.”

I shake my head. “No.”

He smirks. “I won’t stop.”

Damn him.

With shaky hands, I grab my phone. The moment I spot his name on the screen, my stomach tightens.

Dad.

With my jaw locked tight, I take the incoming call. “What?”

“Don’t give me that attitude. Our dinner with Alpha Ostap was supposed to happen tonight.” His tone comes out sharp and cold.

I roll my eyes. “I was tired.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

My fingers tighten around the phone. “So, you’re spying on me now?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

My anger flares. I turn away from the man who follows me while I adjust my dress. “I’m not a child. Stop trying to control me.”

“Then act like an adult. Get to your location within twenty minutes, or I will personally come and fetch you.

The call ends. A quick breath escaped me while my fingers trembled. My heart races for an entirely different cause aaandadhadnauseating twist burns in my stomach and takes away the previous heat like smoke disappearing.

The door swings shut as soon as I turn around.

He’s gone.

No name. No goodbye. Just... gone.

That departure creates an even deeper sense of isolation within me. Everything weighs on me like a crushing force, suffocating me. The mirror reflection faces me with scorn while reminding me of the decision I made. The consequences linger just ahead of this present moment.

I straighten my shoulders. Breathe.

Whatever happens next, I’ll face it.

Alone.