Eighteen
*Rafe*
My thoughts were on her. Freya Hadid. It was now an obsession. One I could not possibly get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Every breath I took in reminded me too much of her. Her scent of vanilla and lilies, Pulling me in and dousing me like a personal brand of heroin. I couldn’t get the kiss with Freya out of my mind. The softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her hair, the electric touch of her skin against mine. I had been trying to avoid her, but something ignited between us tonight. A fiery passion I can no longer ignore.
I replayed the moment over and over. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, compelling me to go to her, to claim what is mine. But I didn’t know if she even wanted me back. She was a very hard person to read and that intrigued and frustrated me.
It had taken all the willpower I had in me to not pull her into my bed and ravish her like my wolf wanted to. I could still feel the beast within me, purring and yearning for her touch. I could vividly remember the first time I had touched her skin. The way it shook my whole body to the very core of my wolf, a feeling I hadn’t yet gotten over till now.
There was something about Freya Hadid that made me impossibly drawn to her. One look at her from the end of the room and I had known that I had to have her here with me. What was it about her that I couldn’t resist? I needed to find out. I needed answers as to why she seemed special.
“Alpha Rafe?”
My thoughts cleared as I brought my attention to the girl in front of me. Jessica Gabriel. I hadn’t been listening to a single word she’d been saying. Since I allowed her into my room.
“What?” I asked with a straight face.
“I was asking what you want me to do… you know.. to you..” Her eyes darkened seductively and her voice was low and suggestive. “I have to show my appreciation for choosing me as the first woman to enter your chambers by making you happy. Satisfying you…”
I smirked at the naughty young lady. She was pretty enough. Probably the prettiest. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head and the make up she had on her face was although a little bit too much, but beautiful nonetheless.
Freya never wore makeup like this. Every time I saw her, she was either barefaced or hardly wearing anything on her face.
Why did she have to be so perfect?
And why was my mind still on her when I had a more beautiful and classy woman right here with me, waiting to do my every bidding? My wolf growled in frustration. I shut my eyes and tried to block his frustrations out.
“I think your wolf wants me, my king.” Jessica whispered with much excitement in her tiny, seductive voice. She had no idea that my wolf was growling in frustration of not being able to get who he wanted, Freya. I chuckled at the irony.
As werewolves, we were prone to the beasts inside us. It controlled half of our thoughts and emotions. A werewolf is basically half human and half wolf. Sometimes, the wolf became more dominant and influenced our actions. right now, my wolf was bored to death. I stared at Jessica, feeling nothing unlike when… I groaned in frustration and stepped away from Jessica.
“Did.. did I do something wrong” She smiled at me even though I could hear the disappointment in her voice.
“No.. no you didn’t. I just have somethings I need to take care of. Being the Alpha and all..” I lied awkwardly.
“Oh.. okay. But if you do not mind, may I wait here and pass the night in your room? I don’t want to go back to my room until tomorrow.” She asked, a hopeful look in her gaze.
“You can stay as long as you’d like. I’ll be right back.” I held out my hand. She took it and i kissed the back of her hand softly, before walking out of my room.
The moment I stepped out of my chambers, I sighed in relief, taking in the cool night’s fresh air. My mind involuntarily went to Freya Hadid. I had to see her just once. I knew I shouldn’t. She had broken a major rule which should have landed her in prison, but I gave her the grace of being on house arrest instead. She should be grateful.
I found myself saying towards the direction of her room. It was still buzzing with music and laughter downstairs, but I didn’t really care. I just wanted to see her. I needed to see her. “What are you doing?” I asked myself as I ascended the stairs.
What your heart wants you to do.
I stiffened at my wolf’s response. Sometimes I hated that my thoughts were opened to him. He could be a snob sometimes.
And what does my heart want? I asked my wolf.
There was a moment of silence. She is your true mate.
I froze on the steps. My heart thumped so hard in my chest that I thought I would have a heart attack. True mate.
We both know that’s not possible. I chuckled silently. In the crimson pack, people took mates, they got married and procreated. This was how it was for generations. But finding a true mate, someone whom you’d love more than any other thing in the world, was practically impossible. It had been like this since I could remember. We were not capable of such devotion anymore. Personally, I liked it that way. Better to be free than shackled to one woman for the rest of your life. Like my father. He had loved my mother beyond reasoning and claimed she was his mate. Of course I knew it was not possible. There was no true love, no true mate, and no happily ever after.
Before I could stop myself, I approached Freya’s room, taking a deep breath. But the scene I saw right Infront of me stopped me from going any further. They were both laughing at something as Connor stepped out of her room. Red hot rage filled my vision as I stared at the both of them. They were meeting behind my back. Again. The first time I caught them together, Connor had the audacity to insist it was innocent. But now, as I watched them, my suspicion was confirmed. Fury coursed through me like a raging inferno at the thought of my best friend trying to take what was mine. No one could lay their hands on what belonged to me.
Every second felt like an eternity as I seethed with blind jealousy, watching them laugh and embrace in the hallway. When Connor finally left, oblivious to my presence, I stormed towards her room with fingers clenched so tightly they turned white. My heart raced with a wild mixture of anger and betrayal as I knocked softly on her door.
She would never dare disrespect me again. I would make sure of that with every menacing word from my lips and every threat that rolls off my tongue. She would regret ever crossing me.
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