Into My Chaos

CHAPTER THREE

Kelly’s POV

They call me heartless. I’ve heard the whispers for years. Some say it with anger. Some say it with curiosity. Others say it with something close to admiration.

Tonight, I decided to prove them wrong.

Or maybe prove them right.

Pixy stands in front of me, leaning against the wooden post near the edge of my private lodge. Moonlight slips through the tall windows and settles on her skin like silver dust. Her dark hair falls over one shoulder, and those sharp eyes of hers watch me carefully.

Pixy never looks at me the way the other girls do. Most of them stare at me like I am some prize they want to own. Pixy looks at me like she is trying to understand me.

That is far more dangerous.

“They call me heartless,” I tell her softly. I step closer until the space between us disappears.

“But tonight,” I whisper near her ear, “I’ll make you feel like the only girl in the world.” Her breath catches. I can hear it clearly. My wolf hears everything.

Pixy lets out a small laugh, the kind that hides nerves behind confidence. “You always say things like that,” she says.

“Maybe,” I reply. My hands settle on her waist.

She does not move away.

The room grows warmer. Or maybe that is just the heat between us.

Pixy tilts her head back slightly. Her fingers slide up my arms and rest on my shoulders. “You’re trouble, Kelly,” she murmurs.

“You knew that already.”

“Still,” she says, smiling faintly, “I keep coming back.”

That is the part I never understand. Girls come and go in my life. Some stay for a night. Some stay for a week. None of them really matter.

Pixy is different. She is not sweet. She is not gentle. But when she looks at me, something inside my chest tightens in a way I do not like.

We move toward the bed slowly, like two wolves circling each other. The wooden frame creaks slightly when we sit. The air between us thickens. My wolf watches carefully. Not with affection. With hunger.

Pixy’s voice drops to a whisper. “Don’t hold back tonight,” she says. Her eyes flash with challenge.

“I’m built to handle your storms.” I laugh quietly. “Careful,” I tell her. “You might regret saying that.”

“Break me then,” she replies softly. “Better you than anyone else.” For a moment I just stare at her. Something about those words unsettles me.

My wolf pushes forward slightly, and I feel my eyes shift. The gold in my irises burns brighter.

Pixy notices. She always notices. “You look like a predator when you do that,” she says.

“I am a predator.”

“You look like you’re searching for something.”

That part is true. But I do not tell her that. Because the truth is something I barely understand myself. We move together slowly, the quiet room filled with soft breaths and restless energy. The world outside disappears for a while. But even in moments like this, my mind refuses to stay still. It never does. Thoughts crash against each other inside my head like waves against stone. Does she really want me? Or does she want the Alpha’s son? Is she loyal? Or just clever? I hate questions. Yet I am always full of them. My wolf growls softly inside me. He hates doubt even more than I do.

Then suddenly Pixy pulls away. Before I can react, she slips off the bed and rushes toward the door. The cold air hits me immediately.

“Pixy?” I call. But she is already gone. The door opens and shuts quickly. Silence follows. I sit there for a moment, confused. Did she get tired of me? The thought annoys me more than it should.

Pixy is the only one who ever walks away first. Every time it happens, it leaves a strange hollow feeling behind. I stand up slowly and run a hand through my hair. The room smells strongly of both of us. That alone is dangerous.

An Alpha’s scent carries meaning. It signals power. Claim. Possession. I cannot let rumors start. So I reach into the drawer beside the bed and take out a small bottle. Inside are the pills I always use. Most wolves would laugh at them.

But these pills do something useful. They weaken scent traces. They hide the things I do not want others to smell. My wolf hates them.

But secrets require sacrifices. Just as I am about to swallow one, I hear something outside the door. Heavy breathing. Whispers.I freeze.

My senses sharpen instantly. Pixy’s voice. And another voice. Low. Unfamiliar. My heartbeat slows. I move quietly toward the wall and listen carefully.

“I don’t need the key,” Pixy whispers outside. “I’d burn the whole house just to feel the fire for one night.”

The door suddenly bursts open. Pixy grabs my wrist and pulls me back toward the bed before I can react. Her eyes burn with something fierce and reckless.

“You’re a dangerous habit,” she says. “But don’t mistake this heat for a bond.” Her voice turns colder. “My soul is still a locked door.” “You don’t have the key.”

I stare at her. For a moment neither of us speaks. Then I say quietly, “We’ll see about that.”

She kisses me before I can say anything else. It is sudden. Rough. Almost angry. Strange. Because usually I feel nothing when girls kiss me. Just emptiness. But Pixy’s kiss feels different. And that alone irritates me. After a moment she pulls away. Her eyes narrow.

“Who were you talking to outside?” I ask calmly.

Her body stiffens. “What are you talking about?”

“I heard voices.”

“You heard me catching my breath.” Her expression changes quickly.

Now she looks hurt. Frustrated. “Kelly,” she says quietly, “why do you always do this?”

“Do what?”

“Treat me like I don’t matter.” Her voice cracks slightly. “There are dozens of girls around you. Yet you still act like I’m nothing.”

My chest tightens. I do not like where this conversation is going. Then she suddenly says something that makes my stomach drop.

“And the pills,” she whispers. “Where are they?”

My mind explodes with panic. How does she know about those? If Pixy discovers what they hide… Everything could fall apart. I force my face to stay calm. “What pills?” I ask slowly.

Pixy laughs bitterly. “Oh please,” she says.

“You think I don’t notice?” Her eyes flash with anger. “After every night with me, you take something.”

Then she steps closer. “So tell me the truth, Kelly what exactly are you hiding?”.

Immediately I forced a small smile and reached out to brush a loose strand of hair away from her face

“You think too much,” I told her softly. But my mind refused to rest even as we continued our dark night activities. I couldn't sense what was looming Infront