บท 3: Three
Rhea.
He stopped abruptly when he realized my fear of his approach. His smile faded briefly, replaced by a sigh. His eyes, unwavering, locked onto mine, and I returned the gaze, though his intensity felt like a searing touch, as if he could undress me with his eyes. I instinctively hugged myself, sensing his gaze tracing down my chest. He noticed, chuckling, and I rolled my eyes, a mixture of annoyance and intrigue coursing through me.
"Boy problem?" he inquired, his deep voice resonating through me, extinguishing any remnants of desire for Alpha Damien. Who was this mysterious man standing so close? His voice held an undeniable power, drawing me in, igniting curiosity.
"You shouldn't be out here alone," he remarked when my response lingered. A breathless second passed as our gazes held. A sudden urge to engage with him swept over me.
"Why, you wanna kill me?" I retorted, injecting sarcasm and scoffing. His laughter echoed, stirring both fear and excitement in my stomach. Even his laughter proved alluring.
"I could," he dared, raising a brow challengingly. I eyed him, a silent acknowledgment of his challenge, a tension hanging in the air.
I took a deep breath, stepping back as if I wasn't afraid at all, as if a handsome stranger in the woods couldn't be a potential threat. His chuckle resonated, sending a shiver through my stomach. In such a short time, this mysterious man already had a surprising effect on me.
"What's your name?" he asked, undeterred by my earlier lack of response. This time, I met his gaze, diving into his eyes to discern their color. They were large, round, and a captivating emerald green, the kind that could make time slip away. His face exuded kindness, and I had to shake my head to pull myself from the enchantment.
"I'm Remus," he announced, his voice deep and thick, a comforting resonance that stirred something in my stomach. Remus smiled kindly, a gesture unfamiliar to me, given my solitary life. I had never dated, not even in high school. It had always been my sister Aria and me, each other's only friend.
"Rhea. Rhea Sterling," I finally answered. Remus smirked and approached me, and this time, I stood my ground. He walked toward me carefully.
"Where are you from, Rhea Sterling?" he inquired, sliding his hand into mine. A subtle burn spread, like the gentlest licks of a flame. His voice brushed my face, and my name rolled off his lips in a low, suggestive drawl, sending a shiver across my skin. Heat surged between my legs. Damn you, Remus!
"Silvermoon pack," I finally utter, and he pauses, his gaze shifting to my face. There's a subtle amusement in his eyes, a darkness that seems to color everything he does. A smile forms on his lips, and his hand slides from mine to my waist, pulling me closer. My pulse quickens in my throat, warmth spreading through my body.
"Remus Blackthorn, Lycan of Shadowclaw pack," he declares. Amusement dances across my face as his pack name strikes a familiar chord. Shadowclaw pack – a name well-known in my pack, Silvermoon. They are not just known; they are our biggest adversaries. Alpha Damien's father harbored a deep-seated hatred for Shadowclaw, a sentiment Alpha Damien carried into his leadership of Silvermoon.
I've always been indifferent to the enmity between the packs, considering it a matter of higher-ups. Yet, here I am, standing in the arms of Remus Blackthorn, the lycan from the very pack that should be my nemesis. Now, curiosity tugs at me, urging me to understand the roots of the conflict that has intertwined the destinies of Shadowclaw and Silvermoon packs.
"I want to kiss you, Rhea. You have beautiful, soft lips," he says, catching me off guard. My heart thunders, unsure of how to respond. I maintain a steady gaze, leaving the decision to him. "Do you want to kiss me, Rhea?" he questions, and my heart sinks. Why does my name sound so familiar on his lips?
Before I can ponder that, his arms encircle my waist, pulling me to my feet. Our faces are so close that I can smell his minty breath mixed with sandalwood cologne. Despite my wildly beating heart, I don't protest. Arms around his neck, I lean in, closing my eyes.
"Good girl," he murmurs, impatient fingers weaving into my hair as he kisses me passionately. When he finally kissed my mouth, everything goes oddly quiet, like the moment of silence between lightning and thunder.
Remus was devouring my mouth with deep, hungry kiss. I don't know for how long he has been kissing me but my mouth was starting to hurt and I was getting out of breath.
As if he knew, he pauses for a moment, and my eyes fluttered open, and he smile, so I smiled back. And then he leans to kiss me again and I welcome his mouth. Sweet and feather-soft. It's almost too perfect. And too fantasy-like.
But then, in the midst of pleasure, self-disgust gnaws at me. How did I end up kissing two different men in the same night? Not even an hour has passed since I kissed Alpha Damien, my supposed mate, only to be rejected. Now, I find myself entangled with his greatest enemy. I might regret it later, but revenge against Alpha Damien fuels my actions.
Remus pauses the kiss again, leaving me disappointed. He chuckles at my expression. "I want to take you back to my place. I have a private guest house outside my pack," he breathlessly suggests, his green eyes searching my gray ones. Trusting him feels risky, yet something in me leans towards it. What's the worst that could happen? Without overthinking, I nod, and Remus smiles, sweeping me off my feet.
I follow Remus to his private guest house, a choice made on a night where rejection stings and the desire for revenge burns bright.
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