Chapter 19: The Breaking Point
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The fire inside me wouldn’t die.
No matter how much I tried to shove it down, no matter how many times I reminded myself that I couldn’t trust this feeling, it burned. Deep. Unrelenting.
And it had started the moment he said I’m not asking.
The True Alpha had backed off. He had let me turn away.
But his words lingered. His presence lingered.
And I hated how much I felt him, even when he wasn’t touching me.
The night was silent as I made my way back toward my quarters, but I knew better than to believe I was alone.
I could feel him watching.
Not like a predator stalking prey.
Like something far more dangerous—a man waiting for me to accept something I wasn’t ready to admit.
And I hated that part of me wanted to.
I slammed the door behind me harder than necessary, my breath coming sharp and uneven. My hands curled into fists.
“Stop thinking about him.”
But it was impossible.
Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way his silver gaze locked onto mine, full of something dark and unyielding. I saw the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch, the way his breath hitched when I healed him.
And worst of all—
I remembered how it felt when he stepped close.
How my body recognized him in a way my mind refused to accept.
I let out a growl, pacing the small space, trying to force my pulse to slow.
But then—
A knock.
Sharp. Deliberate.
I froze.
I already knew who it was.
Still, I hesitated before pulling the door open.
And there he was.
The True Alpha.
Larger than life, standing in my doorway like a problem I couldn’t solve, like a storm I couldn’t outrun.
His silver eyes ran over me, taking in the tension in my stance, the way my breath still came too fast.
Then his lips curved—just slightly.
“You’re thinking about me.”
I bared my teeth. “Get out.”
He didn’t move.
Instead, he leaned just enough that the air between us disappeared, his scent flooding my lungs. A dark, woodsy spice. Something undeniably Alpha.
Something undeniably him.
“Say it again,” he murmured. “And mean it this time.”
My throat went dry.
I should have shoved him back. I should have slammed the door in his face.
But I did neither.
Because he was right.
I was thinking about him.
I had been burning for him since the moment he put himself between me and the King.
Since the moment he risked his life for me.
Since long before I was ready to admit it.
My silence was all the confirmation he needed.
His smirk deepened. “That’s what I thought.”
I hated him for knowing me so well.
I hated him for making me feel this way.
And most of all—I hated myself for wanting more.
His gaze flicked down to my lips. “You can keep fighting it, little wolf. But we both know—”
His fingers brushed my wrist, featherlight, but my entire body reacted.
Heat. Electricity. Need.
His smirk vanished. His breath hitched.
Because he felt it too.
Something raw passed between us. Something dangerous.
His fingers flexed, like he was fighting the urge to grab me. Like he was fighting himself just as much as I was fighting him.
And then—
His voice came low. Rough. Unsteady for the first time.
“You’re mine.”
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t breathe.
Because deep down—some part of me wanted to believe him.
And that terrified me more than anything.
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