Episode Four
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The Full Moon & The Forbidden Kiss
A thin, jagged line split across the surface of the wall. radiating outward like veins.
Isla’s breath hitched as she stumbled back, her pulse hammering violently.
Kael stood on the other side, unmoving.
His golden eyes burned with something primal, his breathing was deep, controlled.
The air was fleeting, almost electric. The room hummed with something she couldn’t explain, couldn’t name, but felt down to her bones.
And then he moved, not rushed, not chaotic but deliberate.
One slow step forward, his gaze never leaving hers.
The jagged c***k in the wall widened.
"Kael," Isla whispered, barely realizing she had spoken his name aloud.
A slow, threatening rumble rose from within him.
"Say it again," he murmured, his voice like rough velvet.
Isla took another step back, the realization creeping in the room wasn’t secure.
The wall wasn’t meant to hold a monster like him.
And tonight, under the full moon’s light, Kael Draven wasn’t just a man.
He was an entirely different breed.
The heat between them became very visible.
Kael’s breathing grew uneven, his body visibly straining against an invisible force.
His fingers flexed at his sides, curling into tight fists.
"What’s… happening to you?" Isla whispered, watching as his jaw clenched, his muscles tensing like he was fighting an invisible war.
"You," he rasped, "are what’s happening."
A sharp pulse of heat ran through Isla, unexpected and overwhelming.
Her throat went dry. "I don’t understand."
Kael took another step forward, and the wall, already cracked, splintered further.
Isla barely had time to react before the entire barrier shattered.
A gust of air rushed past her as the sound of breaking wall echoed around the room.
Kael was free, and she was trapped with him.
Before she could run, he was on her.
A blur of raw power and heat, slamming her back against the cold wall.
Not roughly, but with absolute control.
His hands gripped the wall on either side of her head, his body caging hers in.
His heat seeped into her skin, a stark contrast to the cool concrete pressing against her back.
She should be terrified.
Instead, she was burning with an strange kind of desire.
His scent was smoky, wild, and a darker aura underneath. It wrapped around her, making her head spin.
His breath fanned across her cheek, warm and ragged.
And then, his lips brushed against her throat.
"Why," Kael whispered against her skin, "do you smell like home?"
Isla sucked in a sharp breath, her entire body reacting in a way that made no sense.
Her stomach tightened, her skin tingling with a sensation that had nothing to do with fear.
"Kael, I….."
His fingers twitched, curling slightly against the wall as if restraining himself.
His lips hovered just over her pulse point, inhaling deeply.
Isla’s hands pressed against his chest, intending to push him away, but instead, she felt herself gripping his muscles.
A strange, dangerous need coiled in her stomach.
His thumb grazed her jaw, his eyes burning into hers.
"Say my name again."
Her throat bobbed. "Kael."
A growl rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating against her skin.
His lips brushed against hers.
It was barely a kiss, just the faintest touch of warmth, like a promise of something forbidden.
Isla’s breath caught, her heart slamming against her ribs.
"You don’t know what you’re doing to me," Kael whispered.
His entire body shook as if he were about to lose control.
His breathing was ragged, his fingers trembling against the wall.
Isla could feel the war raging inside him.
Whatever he was, whoever he was, he was fighting something dangerous.
And she was the trigger.
"You need to let me go," Isla whispered.
Kael didn’t move.
His forehead dropped against hers, his breath shallow.
His voice was raw. "I can’t."
A surge of emotion tore through Isla.
This wasn’t just attraction. It was something else. Something deeper. And it terrified her.
Kael’s fingers suddenly dug into the concrete wall, his body jerking violently.
His breath came in sharp, labored pants as his muscles strained against invisible chains.
Isla watched in horror as his eyes flickered, shifting between gold and darker colour.
Something monstrous.
A strangled noise ripped from his throat, his hands shaking.
"No," he snarled, "Not now"
In a swift yet terrifying Moment, he held her chin and lifted her face up, he was so close to marking her but
His legs buckled, and he collapsed.
Isla stared in shock as Kael's body hit the floor.
His massive frame trembled, his chest rising and falling in harsh, ragged breaths.
He was unconscious. And yet his lips parted slightly.
His voice was barely a whisper.
"Mine."
Isla’s heart stopped.
‘Mine, Mine'.
The word echoed in her mind, rattling through her bones.
She stumbled back, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
Kael Draven, the beast, the predator, the dangerous man no one dared approach.
Had just claimed her.
And she had no idea what that meant.
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