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I checked the time again.
Eleven o’clock.
Lucien still was not back.
Each passing minute tightened the knot in my chest. I paced the sitting room, my eyes drifting repeatedly to the wall clock as unease settled deep within me. Even though he treated me like I was nothing, I could not stop myself from caring.
What if something happened to him?
My thoughts spiraled. Kidnappers. Road accidents. Enemies of the pack. The Alpha carried many threats on his shoulders, and tonight, he was late.
Then the door creaked open.
Before I could turn, a heavy scent hit me. Alcohol, sharp and overwhelming, filling the room.
I spun around.
Lucien staggered inside, his steps uneven, his eyes unfocused. He barely noticed me as he moved toward the sitting room, collapsing onto the couch.
“You are drunk,” I said instinctively as I hurried to him.
“Get me my food,” he slurred. “No… my drink.”
“You need rest,” I replied, worry replacing my frustration as I gently reached for him, loosening his shirt so he could breathe more easily.
Before I could pull away, his hand shot out and wrapped around my waist.
My breath hitched.
“I need you, Sara,” he murmured. “On my bed.”
I frowned, shaken.
“You need to rest. You are not thinking clearly.”
But his grip tightened, his Alpha aura flaring unexpectedly. The power of it wrapped around me, heavy and commanding. Before I could react, he pulled me closer, his lips brushing mine.
The world tilted.
My wolf stirred violently inside me, awakened by the bond, by the closeness I had been denied for so long. This was my mate. The one my soul recognized, even if his heart rejected me.
He pulled back just enough to look at me.
“Come with me,” he whispered. “I want you.”
I should have stopped him.
But I did not.
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Morning came too quickly.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains as reality crashed down on me. Dark red stains marked the fabric, undeniable proof of what had happened. My chest tightened as I stared at them.
I shifted on the bed and noticed Lucien standing near the mirror, a towel wrapped around his waist. His expression was unreadable.
I sat up slowly.
He turned and looked at me, his eyes cold again.
“Last night was a mistake,” he said flatly.
My heart skipped.
“A mistake?”
“The kiss. The closeness. Everything,” he continued. “It happened because I was drunk. I was not aware of what I was doing.”
I stared at him, disbelief flooding my chest.
“So you are saying none of it meant anything?”
“So you are saying you took my virginity without meaning it?”
“I did not want it,” he said sharply. “Do not misunderstand.”
My voice trembled.
“You cannot say that. You cannot dismiss everything like it never happened.”
He did not answer. He simply turned and walked out of the room.
I sat frozen.
The words he had spoken the night before echoed painfully in my mind.
I really want you.
Now he called it unconsciousness. A lie. A shield to erase what he refused to accept.
I clenched the sheets beneath my fingers.
I would not believe it.
He was not drunk enough to forget the bond. Not drunk enough to awaken my wolf. Not drunk enough to erase the truth. The blood stains were still there. Proof he could not erase with lies.
Lucien had chosen me last night.
And now he was running from it.
As I stared at the closed door, something shifted deep inside me. The ache in my chest twisted into something sharper.
If he thought he could take my virginity just like that and said he did it unconsciously, then he was wrong.
Very wrong.
Because whatever happened between us had changed something.
And whether Lucien liked it or not, there was no turning back now.
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