Olivia's pov
“Who are you?” the voice growled, its menacing tone sending a chill down my spine.
“I…” I stammered, struggling to find words. My mind felt like it was encased in fog, and forming a coherent sentence seemed impossible.
The darkness of the room obscured everything except for a shadowy figure that resembled a man. The only light came from the faint moonbeams filtering through the open windows, barely enough to reveal the full extent of the room’s shadows.
“Who are you and what are you doing in my room?” the voice demanded again, more sharply this time.
I wanted to say this was my room; that he was the intruder; that he had no right to interrogate me, but all I did was stagger and stumble into his arms.
I was shocked when I saw a pair of icy blue eyes and realized that it was the same man I saw in the club amongst the crowd. His face lacked any emotions as he stared at me, patiently waiting for me to respond. He was naked, save for a small towel wrapped around his waist. The sight of his naked body completely disoriented me. It felt like I was in a trance-like state and all I wanted to do at that moment was wrap my hands around him.
“You…” he inhaled deeply as the word slipped outside his mouth.
“Lily? Is that you? Lily.”
“Who's Lily?” I thought, unable to get my mouth to work. “Why did he call me that?”
The name felt kind of familiar, like something I’d heard recently, but my hazy mind struggled to understand it. I wanted to correct him, to tell him my name was Olivia, but all I could manage was a soft groan as he buried his nose in my neck, taking in deep breaths.
“You smell…” he murmured softly, his breath warm against my ear. “You smell very very good, Lily.”
I was taken aback by his strange reaction. What was he talking about?
All wolves have their own unique scent, all wolves except me. Then how could he say I smelt good? Oh! The perfume.
It finally dawned on me that he was referring to the perfume.
I was helpless as he tenderly carried me to the bed. He gently put me on the bed and lay beside me. I could feel his breath on mine and it reeked of alcohol.
His vision must have been hazy, blurred by the effects of alcohol, making him rely heavily on his sense of smell.
Wolves had a high metabolism, so it took a considerable amount of alcohol to get them truly drunk. He must have been very intent on reaching that state. I forced my eyes open and, as our gazes locked, I couldn’t help but wonder what was so painful that he needed to drown it out with drink.
His icy blue eyes seemed even more intimidating up close, cutting through me with a piercing intensity.
Despite the fear they evoked, I couldn’t look away. There was something hypnotic about his gaze, and I felt as though I was melting into his arms, drawn in by the depth of his stare.
The dim light of the moon allowed me to slightly see his face and it reeked of hunger, sexual hunger. He ran his thick hands all over my body, eliciting soft, sensual moans from me.
His eyes bore into mine and I could see that he clearly desired me. His desire to have me, to dominate me and make me scream with ecstasy was so palpable that it hung over our heads like a dark, ominous cloud.
I didn't want to surrender to him. I mean, I shouldn't. He was a stranger and he seemed dangerous. I didn't want to give my virginity to a man I didn't even know his name. The more I tried to resist the touch, the more it seemed impossible.
Electricity seemed to jolt through my body as he ran his hands on my thighs. He moved his hands forward with each passing second until his hands were inside my gown.
“Huggh” I moaned. I wondered what was wrong with me. I was hungry for his touch.
I moaned again softly, confused by the overwhelming desire for his touch. I’d never felt such an intense craving before, and it was both frightening and exhilarating. Kiara’s words echoed in my mind—I needed to have fun and somehow get back at Bryan for his betrayal.
What better way to do that than to give my virginity to a strikingly handsome stranger?
“Lily,” he murmured into my ear, his breath hot as he nibbled on my earlobes. “Why did you leave me?” His hand encircled my neck, and he seemed torn between the urge to tighten his grip or gently caress.
He pressed a soft kiss to my neck, while his other hand inched dangerously close to my drenched underwear, rubbing my inner thighs lightly. His warm tongue traced my neck with a predator’s intent, savoring the helplessness he evoked.
His tongue clasped on my ruby necklace and he made to pull it off, but I stopped him. He growled
“Don't,” I moaned. “Please. It's my mom's.” I muttered.
The necklace was a handcrafted chain my mother made for me before she died. It was attached to a bright red ruby that seemed to glow in the dark. In my fugue, sensual state, I didn't want to take it off.
His hard gaze softened when I mentioned my mom and his lips slid to mine, kissing me with incredible strength and want. His kiss woke up something deadly in me that I didn't even know I had.
The desire to have him inside me was so intense that I thought my body would burst into flame if I didn't have him immediately.
“Lily,” he called me this name again.
I couldn't understand why he kept calling me Lily, but I didn't have the energy to figure it out. All that mattered to me in that moment was the intense desire for him to take control over my body.
His continuous murmuring only heightened my impatience. “Just kiss me,” I growled, pressing my lips against his. I was consumed by need, eager for him to have me.
Too intoxicated to think clearly, I lay there, waiting for him to take charge as I wished. He must have sensed my hunger just as strongly as his own, because he swiftly removed my gown, making me gasp in anticipation of what was next.
Despite the fact that I felt I was doing something wrong in the back of my mind, I pushed it aside, because I was too captivated by his powerful presence to focus on anything else.
"I..." the words choked in my throat as pain and pleasure balled together and pierced my soul. It was such an incredible feeling that I got lost in the myriad of emotions that swirled through me. With each passing second, the pain receded and the pleasure got so intense that I thought I'd pass out.
Kiara’s pov
“Where the hell is this guy?” I muttered impatiently, eyes scanning everywhere as I waited for Bryan.
Standing in front of the hotel overlooking the open-air bar, I felt a twinge of guilt about what I was planning to do, though it was just a little. I had deliberately drugged Olivia with the strongest aphrodisiac Oliviailable last night.
My plan was straightforward: lure Olivia to hotel room 401 where a wealthy businessman awaited her. This businessman, a fat and greasy middle-aged nobleman from the pack, had always had a crush on Olivia for years now, ever since she was young. I had set up this scheme solely for Bryan.
Olivia was never supposed to come to Bryan's apartment; the di*k had assured me that she wouldn't show up.
Olivia had almost caught me with her boyfriend which would have ruined all my plans. I had been seeing Bryan behind Olivia's back for weeks now. and I'd come up with a perfect excuse to separate both of them.
Since Bryan couldn't break up with Olivia without any real reason and he couldn't be caught cheating on her as that would hurt his reputation, I had to come up with a convincing excuse for a breakup; hence the rich old businessman.
Olivia would be under the influence of the aphrodisiac, the businessman would exploit her, And do whatever he likes with her, and I would show up with Bryan, frame her for cheating, capture incriminating photos of her and the old man, and ensure Bryan’s clean break from her. Simple and effective.
“He should be here before she wakes up,” I groaned. “The whole plan will come to nothing if we aren't in the room before Olivia wakes up.”
“Looking for me?” Bryan's bubbly voice filled my ears as he hugged me from behind, but I quickly shrugged him off.
“We talked about this,” I rebuked him immediately, not letting his sweet gesture stop me.
“We can't hold each other in public until you break up with Olivia and make our relationship official.”
“I am Sorry," he laughed. “I got carried away by your outstanding beauty.”
“Save it,” I scoffed. “Did You get the camera?”
“Yea,”he replied, his smile faded slightly and he seemed guilty about what we were about to do.
"Listen here," I snapped at him. “I want to be with the most powerful wolf in the pack and become Luna, while you want to be with me because I'm the daughter of the Alpha and it would increase your chances of becoming the next Alpha. So we need to get rid of Olivia and there's no chance for remorse.”
“I know…yeah I do!, but she's so beautiful and I haven't slept…”
“No buts,” I groaned. “Here.”
I reached into my bag, pulled out an invitation and slammed it on his chest.
“That's the invitation to an upcoming charity auction in the capital where only important dignitaries from all neighboring packs are invited. You get to network with them and increase your chances of being the next alpha. You only get this chance if you are dating me, not Olivia. Now, are you with me?”
“Of course,” Bryan said with a greedy smile as he eyed the invitation.
“Then let’s go already,” I replied, leading him to the elevator. “Olivia is about to get the biggest shock of her life.”