I waited for her to pull away. To say no. To call me crazy or remind me she belonged to my uncle.
She just stared at me… and for a second, I couldn't even breathe.
She didn't say anything.
Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes looked unsure—but not angry. Not afraid.
I leaned in again, slower this time.
And when I kissed her… it was like something inside me snapped.
It wasn't soft or gentle.
It was full of need. Hunger.
She gasped a little, and I felt her grip my shirt.
Her lips moved with mine, and a low sound left my throat—a moan I didn't even mean to let out.
I pulled her onto my lap without thinking.
My hands went to her waist, then her hips, holding her close.
She pressed against me, and we kissed again—deeper, harder, like we couldn't get enough of each other.
Her fingers ran through my hair, and mine moved to her lower back, then down.
I grabbed her ass, and she let out a soft moan into my mouth.
It felt like the world disappeared.
We kissed desperately. Our tongues tangled… fuck, it was so intense my stomach flipped—there it was, that rush of butterflies.
When we finally pulled apart, we were both panting.
Our foreheads almost touched.
She was still on my lap.
Her hands on my chest.
We didn't say a word.
We just looked at each other, like we didn't know what we had just done—or what would come next.
I stared at her, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
Why was I so drawn to her?
Why did she make me feel —like I couldn't think straight when she was near?
My hands were still on her waist.
Her breath still mixed with mine.
Everything about her felt so familiar… too familiar.
Then suddenly—I blinked.
And just for a second, Olivia's face flashed over hers.
It was so fast, but so clear.
Those eyes. That softness.
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
I gently moved her off my lap, careful not to be rough.
Her eyes looked confused, but I couldn't explain.
I stood up and took a step back, avoiding her gaze.
"I… I need to go," I said quietly.
She didn't say anything.
I looked at her one more time, and guilt slammed into me.
We had just buried Olivia.
And here I was… kissing someone else.
I swallowed hard and turned away, walking out of the garden without looking back.
Back in my room, I slumped into the couch, running both hands through my hair.
But no matter how I tried to shake it off… I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss.
Her lips. Her scent. Her breath mixing with mine.
That moment had felt like I had forgotten everything—every pain, every loss.
Because it felt right.
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What was happening to me?
A soft knock came at the door, and seconds later, Lennox and Louis stepped in without waiting for permission.
They didn't say a word at first.
Just walked in and sat down across from me, both looking as drained as I felt.
We sat in silence for a while, the weight of everything pressing down on us.
I finally broke the silence.
"Do you remember that letter?" I said quietly. "The one that came before all this… about saving Rebecca."
Lennox frowned. "Yeah… I remember."
Louis nodded slowly. "The one that said she needed help. That she was in danger."
I looked between them. "What do we think now? That Damien is forcing her into this marriage?"
Lennox leaned back, arms crossed. "It doesn't make sense. She seemed happy with him."
Louis sighed. "She looked… trapped to me."
"Exactly," I said, sitting up straighter. "And why would someone send us a warning if there wasn't truth in it?"
Lennox rubbed his chin, thinking. "Could be Damien was forcing her into this marriage. You know she is human. He's powerful enough to do something like that."
Louis met my eyes. "Are you saying we need to step in?"
I nodded slowly. "I'm saying… we need to find out the truth. About her. About the letter. About everything."
I paused, my voice quieter.
"Because if she's not there by choice… then we have to help. We can't stay silent."
They both nodded, and the room fell quiet again.
The room stayed quiet, heavy with all our thoughts.
I could tell my brothers were just as tense as I was.
Then the door suddenly swung open.
Just Damien walking in like the place belonged to him.
We all stood up instantly, our bodies going stiff.
His eyes darted around the room, sharp and impatient.
"Where's Rebecca?" he asked.
I glanced at Lennox, then at Louis. "She's not here," I said calmly.
He didn't say anything.
Just stared at us like he didn't believe it.
Then, without another word, he turned and walked out.
We watched him go, the door still slightly open behind him.
Lennox scoffed. "Did you see his face?"
Louis nodded. "He looked panicked."
"I don't ," I muttered, already heading for the door.
We followed him down the stairs and into the sitting room.
Running a hand through his hair.
Not angry. Not annoyed. But really worried.
Before we could ask what was going on, his phone rang.
He picked it up immediately. "Hello?"
We couldn't hear what the person on the other end was saying, but we saw the way his face changed.
Eyes wide. Jaw clenched.
Then—"Shit!" he cursed loudly, just before the call ended.
"What's going on?" Lennox asked, stepping forward.
Damien looked at us, breathing hard. "Rebecca…" he said slowly, "she's been taken."
My stomach dropped. "What?"
"By who?" Louis asked quickly.
Damien's face hardened. "My opponent. One of the Alphas contesting against me," he ground out, his voice trembling.
My eyes widened, and my wolf growled angrily inside me.
Before I could speak, a guard burst in behind us.
"Alphas… a lady… half dead is at the gate… asking for Alpha Damien…and she looks Familiar."
I exchanged confused glances with my brothers, but Damien was already moving towards the door.
We followed him and outside we saw a half-dead woman sitting on the floor… she looked so familiar…
Damien ran towards her while we moved closer and the closer we got, the more our eyes widened until we were close enough to recognize her fully.