11. It’s called having beef with someone
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“Thank you,” I whispered, taking the cup of coffee.
Ulrich then wrapped me in a blanket, which, although not pleasant, gave me a feeling of warmth.
Since they had separated us, I was freezing to death. Borderline teeth chattering.
I was still on the bed. Koran, on the other hand, had returned to his chair. A few quick glances in his direction allowed me to observe him.
With his elbow on the table, he rested part of his jaw on his thumb, while the rest of his hand hid his mouth. His angry dark eyes glared at the redhead and sometimes Ulrich. They seemed to say “wait until payback”.
“Koran, stop staring at us with that big desire for murder in your eyes.”
I turned to Ulrich, who had just echoed my thoughts.
Sitting peacefully in a worn-out armchair, near the bed, he held in his hands a book that had been dog-eared by numerous readings.
“I was in control,” Koran said, clipping each syllable.
“Mhm,” Ulrich merely said, turning a page and not looking up from his book.
“I was in control,” he repeated, growling.
“If your father had sensed that you had... deflowered her, shall we say, he would have killed her to prevent you from getting attached or giving birth to a puppy. Why didn’t you call Gina? Miss could have moved into the bathroom...”
“Because I don’t want Gina!” yelled Koran, jumping to his feet.
Then, realizing what he had just said, his eyes met mine and he turned pale.
In two strides, Koran was outside not without having slammed the door to shake the walls.
“Well, well... The queen is dead. Long live the queen!”
I murdered Ulrich with a look. He must have felt it because he gave an amused smile, his eyes still on the lines of his novel.
“I still don’t understand why we intervened,” grumbled the redhead before lighting a cigarette. “Koran would have jumped her, the Alpha would have killed the puppy... So what?”
“Elizabeth Barrem, I present Elliot Kruggs. Isn’t he charming?” whispered Ulrich, his nose still stuck in his book.
“Delighted, a thousand apologies for still being alive and ruining your evening, Elliot,” I said, full of venom.
“It’s okay,” he grumbled after blowing a curl of smoke.
My sarcasm passed over him, I shot him my most stunning, infuriated look.
“Yes,” whispered the blond, finally raising his head, to wink at me. “Elliot is incredible, right?”
“That’s not the adjective I would choose,” I replied.
Ulrich laughed. This guy had an undeniable charm, but my sixth sense told me not to rely on his cursed poet appearance. There was darkness in him, and I was certain that Ulrich could be ruthless if the situation demanded it.
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
The blond raised his eyebrows.
“Have you already met your soul mate? Is that the famous Lucie?” I asked him, curious.
He seemed surprised that I remembered this detail. Then he looked away, losing himself in the window on his right.
“You know, soul mates aren’t an exact science.”
“What do you mean?”
“A person can be our soul mate without us being theirs. It’s rare, but it does happen.”
“Oh,” I said. “I thought it was always reciprocal.”
Ulrich shrugged, then turned to me. His pale eyes made me uncomfortable.
“Lucie isn’t mine.”
“But... but you are.”
His darkened eyes confirmed it.
“It must be hard... for her.”
Koran’s return interrupted our conversation, his chocolate eyes went from his friend to me and he gave a brief grunt before getting his phone on the table.
Suddenly my cup of coffee seemed fascinating to me.
“Gina? Yes, it’s me. Are you free?”
I felt violent jealousy.
I should have been relieved and happy. But that wasn't the case. I just wanted to mash up the luscious Gina and her Barbie doll look.
Koran’s eyes on me had the power to stretch me like a bow.
No... don’t call Gina. Get these two guards out of here and continue what we had started... I thought.
Really? Replied a male voice.
I choked on my coffee.
Then I faced Koran.
He smiled wickedly as he held his cell phone away from his ear.
My heart rate took a hit.
He didn’t just speak in my head... It’s my imagination.
Do you want to sing to the moon with me, puppy?
It really was Koran.
Oh my God!
My living space was reduced to his broad shoulders, his hard belly and the thighs that deliciously stretched his jeans. When he sent me an overwhelming feeling of power, I could almost feel his lips on mine, as a dull pain arose between my thighs, and then a faint moan escaped from my mouth.
I was in a daze and heard Ulrich swearing quietly.
The blond intervened between Koran and me, which caused a small concerto of aggressive growls on my part and that of the blond giant.
“Enough, both of you!” cried Ulrich. “Koran! Elizabeth’s life is at stake! Stop thinking with your second brain!”
“Gina!” bellowed Koran on the phone. “Get your ass to my house now!”
Then the future Alpha violently threw his phone against the wall so that the fragile device broke into several pieces.
He looked like a bull ready to charge, with his rapid, even wheezing, breathing.
Koran pushed Ulrich out of the way. His eyes burned me on the spot, alternating animal yellow and milk chocolate.
“Put your cup down, Beth,” he ordered me in a metallic voice.
Too hypnotized by his changing eyes, I didn’t obey.
Annoyed, he removed the coffee mug from my hands himself, then put it on the bedside table. Then, Koran grabbed the back of my neck with his right hand and lifted my face to his with a slight pressure.
I drowned in his eyes, my wolf begged him for a caress, a kiss. And it was with sensual savagery that he accepted its request. In front of the two puzzled members of his pack, he kissed me with passion, bruising my lips with his own.
When he suddenly stopped, I felt a coldness in my bones.
Koran teased the lobe of my ear with his teeth, before whispering feverishly:
“It’s her body I’m going to take, but it’s your face I will see, my little puppy.”
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