She gasped with eyes wide open, flinching before she even registered who had touched her.
The cabin went silent as small chatters from passengers died down the moment they took in the sight before them.
But who fucking cares?
The young man she was speaking to shot up from his seat immediately, straightening his posture before lowering his head in respect.
“Good day, Alpha,” he greeted me, but I did well ignoring him. My eyes were still glued to the girl, who would never listen when you asked her to.
Then, the dimwit went ahead to sign his death wish by asking, “Is there a reason you just yanked her up like that? I mean… You attracted the attention of almost everyone.”
I didn’t fucking answer. Didn’t even spare him a glance. I knew when I’d answer. And when the time came, I hoped he’d be in the mood for this conversation.
My grip tightened on Kasmine’s arm, “Let’s go.”
She swallowed, shock and embarrassment still flickering behind her eyes, but she didn’t fight me.
She wouldn’t even dare.
She only muttered an ‘I am sorry’ to the bastard who would be joining his ancestors soon.
Without another word, I pulled her away back to where she belonged.
The second we stepped into our cabin, I let go of her. Slamming the door shut behind me and locking us in.
I turned to face her ever so calmly, but the storm inside me was anything but calm.
“Who the fuck was that?” I asked her in an even voice. Too even she should be worried.
Kasmine didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she had the fucking nerve to lift her chin with her eyes flashing with anger.
“Why would you embarrass me in that manner in front of everyone?” She had the nerve to ask me.
My hands trembled. Fucking trembled. But I shoved them into my pockets before they betrayed me.
She knew how to push me. Always pressing on the nerves I fought to keep buried. Always stepping on that thin, dangerous line.
I exhaled slowly. “Who was that, Kasmine?”
This time, I spoke even calmer than before.
She should have known by now-when my anger was loud, it was dangerous.
But when it was quiet? It was lethal.
If only she knew the shit I was in… The war I was fighting just so we could be together, she wouldn’t push me this much.
Kasmine’s throat bobbed. Her arms folded over her chest as if shielding herself. “He’s my ex, Elliot,” she said, walking past me to sit on the bed.
The words were soft and quiet. But they detonated inside me.
Her ex?
Kasmine fucking had an ex?
Even after I did everything possible to make sure she was never around any boy?
My jaw clenched so tight I felt the pressure in my skull.
I slowly walked to where she sat and crouched beside her… Close enough to feel the shallow hitch of her breath.
Close enough to see the realization dawn in her eyes.
The way she stiffened. She knew she had fucked up.
I reached for her hand. Gently. Caressing her palm with my thumb, almost tenderly.
I took in a deep breath to calm my rage because I already felt like breaking something… Or someone.
“What did you just say?” I asked almost in a whisper.
She wanted to pull away, but I held her hand firmly, my eyes locked on hers. “He’s your ex?” I asked, just to reconfirm.
Her breathing was uneven now.
She wasn’t dumb.
She knew what this calm meant.
“He was nothing, Kester,” she rushed out. “Nothing happened between us, I swear. He wasn’t important-“
I smirked.
Slow. Cold. Menacing.
Then, I leaned in, pressing my lips against her forehead. “Get some rest,” I murmured against her skin. “You’ll need it.”
Then, I stood and walked away.
Because her ex?
He wasn’t safe anymore. 1KASMINE.
“What the hell?”
A sharp ache pulsed at the side of my head as I winced, my body instinctively curling inward. My limbs felt unusually heavy, like I’d been drugged-or in a deep sleep couldn’t remember falling into.
Blinking against the soft golden light filtering through the room, I slowly pushed myself up, my fingers gripping the silky sheets beneath me. These weren’t the sheets from the plane.
Where the hell was I?
My gaze darted around, taking in the space. Spacious. Extravagant. Surreal. The kind of place people spent a lifetime saving up for a single week in.
The high, vaulted ceiling was made of dark wood, elegant yet rustic, with pure white curtains that billowed lightly from the breeze seeping through the open balcony doors.
The floor was polished oak, dark and rich, so clean it almost gleamed.
The air smelled different-salty, warm, and rich with the scent of the ocean.
I immediately turned my head toward the sound of water lapping against the stilts beneath the cabin. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows was an endless stretch of deep, crystal blue that surrounded the overwater villa, glittering under the midday sun. No land in sight.
My stomach dropped.
What the-
I yanked the sheets off me and nearly gasped when I looked down.
What the hell was I wearing?
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