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I opened my mouth, the words right there on the tip of my tongue, but they wouldn’t come out. My hand gripped the edge of Ethan’s jacket–unsure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer. Ethan took my hesitation as an answer.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck, then my collarbone, and finally teasing the most sensitive spot on my body.
His slow, deliberate movements felt like a challenge, daring me to stop him, testing the limits of my self–control.
“Claire,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender. His lips hovered just above mine, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath, yet he held back.
The tension made my chest tighten, my breathing uneven and shaky.
Finally, he closed the distance, kissing me. It started gentle, almost cautious, but quickly grew into something more.
His control shattered, and his kisses became fierce, full of the longing he’d kept bottled up for years.
His hands slid to my hips, gripping me firmly and pulling me against him. The hardness of his body contrasted sharply with the softness of mine, sending shivers racing through me.
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer. He let out a low groan, a sound that vibrated through my chest and left me breathless.
“Claire,” he whispered again, his voice thick with need. His lips trailed along my jawline and down my neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice hoarse but steady, as if he already knew my answer. His intense gaze locked onto mine, piercing and unrelenting, like he could see straight into
my soul.
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“Yes. The word barely escaped my lips, but it was enough for him.
In one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pressed me against the cold elevator wall. The heat radiating from his body was overwhelming, threatening to melt me completely.
He kissed me again, this time with a hunger that left no room for hesitation. His hands roamed over my body, as if memorizing every inch of me.
Then the elevator chimed, the sound breaking through the haze like a cold splash of water.
The doors slid open, and reality rushed back. We froze, our heavy breaths the only sound in the quiet hallway.
My cheeks burned as he gently set me down, though his hands lingered on my waist, unwilling to let go.
“Let’s go,” he said, his voice rough, laced with unspoken promises. His dark eyes held mine, deep and unwavering, as if to say this wasn’t over.
My legs felt like jelly as I stepped out of the elevator, unsteady and dazed. What the hell just happened?
Without looking back, I ran down the hallway, Ethan’s low chuckle echoing behind me.
Even after I got home, my face still burned with embarrassment. Damn it, Ethan… he’d gotten so much better at this.
Exhaustion took over quickly, and I collapsed on the couch, falling into a restless sleep.
Vivid images filled my dreams, so real I couldn’t tell if they were memories or just my imagination.
It was March–the season of blooming flowers and singing birds.
I had been preparing for my father’s funeral in a small, remote village, staying in a run–down old house.
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“Yes. The word barely escaped my lips, but it was enough for him.
In one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pressed me against the cold elevator wall. The heat radiating from his body was overwhelming, threatening to melt me completely.
He kissed me again, this time with a hunger that left no room for hesitation. His hands roamed over my body, as if memorizing every inch of me.
Then the elevator chimed, the sound breaking through the haze like a cold splash of water.
The doors slid open, and reality rushed back. We froze, our heavy breaths the only sound in the quiet hallway.
My cheeks burned as he gently set me down, though his hands lingered on my waist, unwilling to let go.
“Let’s go,” he said, his voice rough, laced with unspoken promises. His dark eyes held mine, deep and unwavering, as if to say this wasn’t over.
My legs felt like jelly as I stepped out of the elevator, unsteady and dazed. What the hell just happened?
Without looking back, I ran down the hallway, Ethan’s low chuckle echoing behind me.
Even after I got home, my face still burned with embarrassment. Damn it, Ethan… he’d gotten so much better at this.
Exhaustion took over quickly, and I collapsed on the couch, falling into a restless sleep.
Vivid images filled my dreams, so real I couldn’t tell if they were memories or just my imagination.
It was March–the season of blooming flowers and singing birds.
I had been preparing for my father’s funeral in a small, remote village, staying in a run–down old house.
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The place creaked with every gust of wind, its wooden walls thin and drafty. It was so cold that even Harry Potter’s cupboard under the stairs would’ve seemed luxurious.
Ethan had shown up unexpectedly that evening.
The thought of him in such a place was almost funny. He was an Alpha–dignified and commanding–and this shabby house felt beneath him. I couldn’t help but feel a little
embarrassed.
That night was eerily quiet. At some point during my restless sleep, I felt something warm
beside me.
I screamed.
Fumbling for a candle, I lit it and turned to see Ethan lying next to me. One arm was draped
over my waist, his head resting on my shoulder, a peaceful smile on his sleeping face.
I exploded.
“Why can’t you leave me alone? Even here? Is this my life now–constantly being harassed
by you?”
Ethan, still half–asleep, brushed off my anger like it was nothing. He claimed he had a fever,
that it was freezing outside, and that he hadn’t meant to intrude. For an Alpha, he sounded almost… apologetic.
But how could he know what kind of day I’d had?
If he hadn’t come, I might’ve spent the night clutching my father’s photo, lost in silence and grief. Maybe I would’ve spiraled into a darkness I couldn’t escape.
But he had shown up–just in time–like the soft glow of a sunset on an otherwise bleak evening.
“Claire, what’s wrong? Tell me,” he had asked that night, his tone insistent but gentle.
I couldn’t answer.
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He kept asking, his voice shifting from soft to impatient, from tender to desperate. His hand pressed against my wrist, burning hot, proof of the fever he’d mentioned.
Go back. Don’t come here again.
I wanted to say those words. I wanted to push him away and shut him out. But the grief in my chest made it impossible to speak.
When morning came, we parted ways. Ethan left angry, his pride as an Alpha wounded by my silence.
I watched as he shifted into his wolf form and let out a furious howl, clawing deep marks into the dirt road outside my house–a sign of his anger and determination.
Later that day, as I set out to fulfill my father’s final wishes, I was intercepted by one of the pack’s elder Betas.
No amount of struggling helped.
He threw me into a cage filled with vultures and wild beasts. I was nothing more than livestock–trapped, helpless, and powerless…
But I never expected him to come back to me, eve
