“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his thumb brushing along my jaw.
I couldn’t. Instead, I tilted my face up toward his.
His mouth captured mine in answer.
Seraphina’s POV
His hand slid from my waist to my thigh, lifting my leg to his waist. By then I was completely lost, feeling his body pressed against mine. I was desperately craving, pulling him closer, wrapping my leg around his waist.
“Your lips feel so great.” I smiled at him, feeling tremors throughout my body.
He kissed me all the way to the top floor, finally even carrying me in his arms. We entered a luxurious suite, and as soon as we entered, his hand slipped under my skirt, caressing my most sensitive places. When his fingers explored inside, I moaned softly. “You’re so incredible. ” he said, kissing me even more forcefully.
The electricity between us was undeniable, as though some ancient force had drawn us together on this moonlit night. When his fingers found the zipper of my dress, I didn’t stop him. When he whispered my name like a question, I answered with a kiss that left no room for doubt.
“Tell me what you want,” he breathed against my neck, his voice rough with barely controlled desire.
The words tumbled out before I could think. “You. I want you.”
I’d never been so reckless, so utterly consumed by the moment. But tonight, I’d promised myself -no more hiding, no more holding back. Tonight, I would live.
He merged into me at a deliberate pace, prompting my head to fall back as I absorbed his overwhelming presence. His mouth blazed a trail down my neck. When he finally settled within me, he paused -just long enough to murmur against my skin, “Now.”
His withdrawal was sharp, followed by a deep thrust that shattered my awareness. I dissolved under the frantic rhythm, each movement stripping away reason until only raw sensation remained.
My other leg was suddenly anchored against his hip, our bodies a desperate tangle. His mouth claimed mine as the impact grew heavier, deeper, until gravity ceased to exist. All solid ground fell away.
When the first wave of pleasure crashed over me, I cried out against his shoulder, and he held me tighter, murmuring words I couldn’t quite hear over the thunder of my own heartbeat. The intensity built again, higher this time, until I shattered completely in his arms.
“You’re extraordinary,” he whispered afterward, his lips brushing my temple with unexpected tenderness.
Perhaps it was the alcohol driving me, or perhaps his rich scent made me dizzy. I don’t know how many times we did it, my last memory stopped at him kissing me, softly asking what my name was, and I no longer had the strength to answer.
The next morning, I woke up with my head pounding like a jackhammer, feeling like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my skull. The bed beside me was cold and empty -nothing but rumpled sheets where he had been. If it weren’t for the purple kiss marks scattered across my neck and collarbone, I might have convinced myself that the entire night was just some vivid, alcohol-fueled dream.
I stumbled out of bed on unsteady legs, my body still aching in places that reminded me exactly how real last night had been. The mysterious man had vanished without a trace -no note, no phone number, not even a stray piece of clothing. Even after everything we’d shared, we’d never removed our masks. I had given my virginity to a complete stranger on the eve of my eighteenth birthday.
“Sera.”
The voice exploded in my mind like a thunderclap, making me jump so violently I nearly fell over. My heart hammered against my ribs as I spun around the empty hotel room, searching for the source.
“Who’s there?” I whispered, panic creeping into my voice.
“Relax, it’s me -I’m your wolf. You can call me Ayla.”
The realization hit me like a bucket of ice water. My wolf. Of course! At eighteen, I’d finally awakened my wolf consciousness. I’d heard stories of exceptionally gifted wolves who could communicate with their inner beasts from childhood -Valerie had been bragging about talking to her wolf since she was twelve. But naturally, someone like me would be a late bloomer even in this.
“Oh God, Ayla…” I sank onto the edge of the bed, running my hands through my tangled hair. “I’m so sorry. With everything that happened yesterday, I completely forgot. It’s… it’s wonderful to finally meet you.”
“We have much to talk,” Ayla’s voice was warm but urgent in my mind, “but first -“
My phone’s shrill ringtone cut through our mental conversation like a knife. I lunged for it, seeing Ophelia’s name flashing on the screen along with a notification showing twelve missed calls. My stomach dropped.
“Sera!” Ophelia’s voice erupted through the speaker before I could even say hello, pure fury radiating through every syllable. “Where the hell did you disappear to? I’ve been worried sick! If you don’t have the explanation of the century, I swear on the Moon Goddess I will hunt you down and tear you apart with my bare hands!”
“Ophelia, I’m so sorry -” I began, but she cut me off.
“Sorry? SORRY? Do you have any idea how terrified I was? A whole night! I thought someone had kidnapped you or worse!”
Guilt crashed over me in waves. I took a shaky breath and launched into the whole tale -the mysterious man, the dancing, the passion, waking up alone with nothing but marks on my skin and a splitting headache to show for it.
The line went dead silent. For a moment, I wondered if the call had dropped.
Then Ophelia’s voice came back, but now it was filled with barely contained excitement rather than rage. “Oh my God, Sera! You actually did it! You had a one-night stand with a gorgeous mystery man!” She paused, and I could practically hear her grinning. “Okay, I’m officially no longer mad at you. In fact, I’m proud of you! After what that bastard Gabriel did, you deserved a night of mind-blowing passion.”
“The tension in my shoulders began to ease -until Ophelia’s sudden realization. “Wait. Sera, when you said you weren’t thinking clearly…” She paused, studying my face. “Did you even remember to -“
I didn’t need her to finish. The truth crashed over me like a tidal wave. My hands flew to my mouth.
“I completely forgot,” I whispered through my fingers. “The emergency pill, protection, everything. It never even crossed my mind.”
Seraphina’s POV
One month later
I sat in the cramped waiting room of Whispering Valley’s only clinic, my hands trembling as I clutched the appointment slip. For the past month, I’d been staying at Ophelia’s place.
The morning sickness had started two weeks ago -violent waves of nausea that left me retching into Ophelia’s toilet bowl every sunrise, even though I’d taken emergency contraception the day after my encounter with the mysterious stranger.
Ophelia squeezed my hand, her own face pale with worry. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together, okay?”
Dr. Matthews emerged from his office, a kind elderly man who was one of the few pack members still willing to treat omegas with basic dignity.
“Seraphina,” he said softly, settling into the chair across from us. “Child, you’re pregnant.”
Blood rushed to my head, creating a roaring sound in my ears that drowned out everything else. Pregnant. With the mystery man’s child.
“What?!” Ophelia’s voice exploded beside me, her shock matching my own.
“But… but we only had one night…” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.
“One night is all it takes,” Dr. Matthews said gently, his eyes kind but serious.
“You’re about six weeks along.” He leaned forward, studying my face with concern.
I stumbled out of the clinic on unsteady legs, Ophelia’s arm wrapped around my waist to keep me upright. I was numb to everything except the thundering of my own heartbeat.
Gradually, tears began spilling down my cheeks.
“Ophelia, what am I going to do? I don’t even know who the father is. I never saw his face clearly, and I’m just an omega. If the pack finds out I’m carrying some stranger’s child…”
“Stop,” Ophelia wiped my tears away with fierce determination. “First things first -we need to tell your parents. No matter what happened between you all, they need to know.”
But when we arrived at the Knight residence, I was greeted by Victor’s explosive rage before I could even cross the threshold.
“Where the hell have you been?!” His voice boomed across the front yard, drawing stares from neighbors. “You’ve been missing for an entire month! Do you have any idea how you embarrassed us by disappearing right before Valerie’s engagement ceremony? You selfish little brat!”
I knew perfectly well that Valerie and Gabriel wouldn’t have delayed their precious engagement for me -they’d probably celebrated my absence. Fighting back a wave of nausea, I forced myself to meet his furious gaze.
“I need to tell you something important,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt.
“You need to apologize is what you need to do!” Elizabeth appeared behind him, her face twisted with disgust. “Running off like some common whore, making us look like fools in front of the entire pack.”
“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out, the words falling like stones into sudden silence.
Victor’s face went through a series of expressions -shock, disgust, then blazing fury. In one swift motion, he grabbed my arm hard enough to bruise. “What did you just say?”
“I said I’m pregnant.” I tried to pull free from his grip, but his fingers dug deeper into my flesh.
“Enough!” Elizabeth’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “We don’t care about your excuses. What we care about is that you’re carrying some bastard’s child and expecting us to deal with the consequences.”
“You have two choices,” Victor snarled, his grip tightening until I gasped in pain. “Get rid of it, or get out of our house. We will not raise some stranger’s spawn or let you drag our family name through the mud any further.”
“No!” I instinctively wrapped my free arm around my still-flat stomach.
“Then you can pack your things and leave,” Elizabeth said coldly. “We won’t give you a penny. A pregnant omega with a bastard child? You’ll be the laughingstock of every pack for miles.”
They were right about one thing -I needed to leave. I couldn’t stay in this prison they called home, couldn’t subject my child to the same abuse I’d endured.
“Fine,” I said quietly, yanking my arm free from Victor’s grasp. “I’ll leave.”
I climbed the stairs to my tiny room for the last time, pulling out the battered suitcase I’d brought when they first adopted me ten years ago. There wasn’t much to pack -a few worn dresses, some books, the small savings I’d accumulated from my diner job.
As I descended the stairs, suitcase in hand, Elizabeth and Victor watched me with expressions of cold satisfaction.
“Don’t expect to come crawling back when reality hits,” Victor called out as I reached the door. “You made your bed with whatever random wolf you spread your legs for. “
The words should have hurt, but I felt strangely numb. I walked out into the crisp evening air, leaving behind the only home I’d known since childhood. Ophelia was waiting by her car.
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