Chapter four
1477 Words
Kayla
The first thing I noticed was how quiet it was.
Too quiet.
Not the usual creaking pipes or doors slamming down the omega dorm room. No snoring from the bunk next to mine. Just….silence. Warm light.
My eyes blinked open slowly. It took a second for things to come into focus because of my terrible hangover, but even then, nothing looked right.
This wasn’t my room.
The ceiling above me was smooth and clean. The bed was massive, soft in a way that made me sink right into it. There was a fireplace across from me. Everything here is super expensive looking.
Definitely not the omega dorms.
I sat up fast. My heart immediately started pounding, my body already bracing for….something. Anything.
Then I looked down at myself and I froze.
I was wearing pajamas.
Not mine.
I didn’t remember putting these on. Hell, I didn't remember anything after drinking with the prince last night.
My chest tightened. I gripped the blanket tighter, suddenly aware of how exposed I felt even though I was covered.
Someone had changed me. Someone had taken off my clothes and put me in them.
Panic curled through me like smoke as I tried to piece together last night. But everything was foggy like my memories were wrapped in cotton.
The only name that came to my mind was Sadie. Maybe I went to her room? Maybe she found me?
But…no. Sadie’s room didn’t look like this. It was smaller, Messier, and familiar.
Just where the hell am I?
I quickly stood up from the bed, quietly walked towards the door, and pulled it open. One look at the hallway confirmed what I already suspected, I wasn’t in Sadie’s dorm room. The corridor was long, lined with identical doors. It felt more like a hotel than a dorm.
Did I follow the Prince to the hotel last night? My whole body trembled at the thought. No, I didn’t want to believe I had slept with the prince of all people.
I started walking down the hallway, searching for an elevator. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew one thing for sure, I had to get out of here, now.
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped in. When I reached the last floor, I found myself in a massive living room. That’s when it hit me, I wasn't in a hotel. I was in a house.
What the hell is going on?
I sighed, still trying to make sense of everything when a muffled voice caught my attention. I followed the sound, and it led me to a room where the prince stood with his beta and gamma. They were deep in conversation until they saw me.
All three of them turned to face me. Their eyes burned deep into my soul as we stood in silence.
Then without thinking, without caring who was watching I blurted out. “You brought me to your place? Did you sleep with me? Did you take advantage of me while I was drunk?” A surge of anger rose inside me. My hand clenched. My jaw tightened.
A soft gasp broke the silence, followed by a stifled giggle from his beta and gamma as they exchanged amused glances.
Prince Leonard’s jaw flexed. The sharp tick in his temple gave him away. He was angry.
Good.
I didn’t care if he was the prince. I knew what men like him were capable of, especially when the girl was just an omega. He could do whatever he wanted, and no one would question him.
“Leave us,” The prince said to them, his eyes not leaving mine.
They didn’t hesitate. They walked away.
Prince Leonard with an unreadable expression, lowered himself into one of the velvet armchairs.
“And why would I do that?” He asked quietly, almost too calm.
I met his gaze, and my breath hitched. His eyes warm, and deep brown, held mine with a quiet intensity that made it hard to look away. The light hit his face, showing off his sharp jaw and high cheekbones. It was like the Moon Goddess had taken her time making him. He shifted slightly, and the faint scent of cedar and something darker, richer, wrapped around me, curling into my lungs like a secret I shouldn’t want to keep.
I dragged my gaze away, heart thudding. If only he had a little bit of dignity in him, I might as well like him a bit.
“Because that’s who you are. Everyone knows your reputation.”
He let out a soft laugh, cold, amused. “That’s fair. But I don’t go around raping people. They give their consent.”
“That doesn’t make it right.”
He leaned forward, his voice tightening. “You’re quick to judge. You were the one who got drunk, threw up on me, and blacked out. What was I supposed to do? Leave you passed out on the club floor?”
“That’s not true!” I snapped.
He didn’t flinch, he just shook his head. “Unfortunately, it is. So maybe instead of accusing me. You should be thanking me for carrying you out of there and bringing you somewhere safe.”
I scoffed. “Safe? Did you seriously just say that?” I stepped closer, my anger rising. “You brought me to your house, had me changed into pajamas I don't remember putting on, and you want to call that safe? If anything, you made it unsafe.”
He leaned back, completely unbothered. “I did not change you. The maid did,” he said coolly. “And maybe it’s time you stop pretending. You were a little out of it yesterday, sure, but by now….you should feel it.”
I narrowed my eyes, arms folding across my chest. “Feel what exactly? Am I supposed to be having some magical epiphany or something?”
“Actually,” he said, tilting his head with infuriating calmness, “you should be feeling the mate bond by now.”
I blinked. “The what?”
He leaned in slightly, a smug curve to his lips. “You don’t feel anything?” He paused. “Wait….don't tell me you don’t have a wolf?”
My stomach dropped like a stone.
I slowly nodded, trying to keep my face blank as I watched his expression change.
Every she-wolf was supposed to meet her wolf at eighteen. It was a rite of passage. A promise of strength. But I hadn’t. My mother kept saying I was just a late bloomer, and that I would meet her on my twentieth birthday. I turned twenty two months ago. Still nothing, and yeah it scared me. It scared me more than I ever let on.
His low whistle jolted me out of thought. “Wow! Just great. Not only are you an omega, you’re wolfless too?”
His words slapped harder than they should have. My blood boiled.
“Yes, I’m an omega. Yes, I don’t have a wolf. And no, I wouldn't want to be your mate if the moon Goddess carved your name into my soul.”
His brow lifted, clearly enjoying the fire in my voice. “Feisty,” he murmured. “You sure you’re not feeling something?”
I crossed my arms, my heart pounding. “Yeah. Disgust. You should try it sometime.”
“You sure hate me, don’t you?” He asked, tilting his head.
I did not hesitate. “No. I just hate your lifestyle, the way you live like rules don’t apply to you like people are disposable.”
He gave a small nod, his lips twitching like he found that mildly amusing. “Fair enough.”
Silence stretched between us for a while, and then I cleared my throat and spoke.
“So… I’m ready when you are.”
“Ready for what?”
I straightened my spine. “The rejection.”
He blinked, then leaned back slightly, and laughed, like I had told him the most absurd joke he had heard all year.
“Oh, I wasn’t going to reject you.”
My spine went rigid. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” he said, voice from an octave, “I’m not letting you go. You’re different, raw, honest. It’s annoying as hell but also…..” His eyes flicked over me, hot and unreadable. “Exactly what I need.”
I took a step back, my heart thudding. “What?”
He stood up slowly. “You may not feel the bond yet, but I do. And I don’t walk away from what’s mine.
The word mine landed like thunder in my chest. My throat dried. “I’m not yours.”
“You became mine the moment I picked up your glasses Kayla,”
MINE ALONE.
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