Chapter Five

AMALA

Shock enters my mind as I remain frozen stiff when I feel this stranger’s lips snatched mine. Confusion comes after when I slowly process what is going on.

When I feel his soft lips, I am almost in complete surrender, allowing all the tension of my body released at his mercy.

This man—no, this werewolf—kisses me and I…allow it. He doesn’t stop as his hand snakes around my nape and pulls me in as he deepens the kiss.

My eyes widen from his warmth as his experienced lips devouring mine gives me a foreign heat that is about to be released. 

"Hng!"

I gasp out a moan and this gives him the opportunity to slide his tongue inside and relish his time exploring, enticing my tongue as he focuses playing around the sensitive spots. When I keep releasing throaty mewls, it only encourages him to deepen this French kiss. 

Ah, fuck it. 

I give up. I return the kiss, fighting for dominance and I feel the faint delight hearing him groan from my inexperience.

But he refuses to cave in. His teeth bite my tongue and I stiffen, moaning at the slight stinging pain before he sucks it with his mouth. 

Oh fuck, what is this feeling? Th-this isn’t normal, is it? 

Loosening his grasp on my nape, my head shifts aside, breaking the kiss as I choke out of breath before I start panting.

“T-That is my first kiss…” It was a hot one, to boot. 

 I blush, realizing I release my deepest secret I shouldn’t reveal to a stranger. Yet, I’m infuriated as I give him my deadliest glare. The man only stares with an indescribable expression. 

“Get off me, wolf!” I yell and before my hands attempt to push him off, he grabs one of my wrists. “D-don’t touch me, you hear?!” 

It is a weak attempt to hide my shame. 

My body freezes on spot as his eyes–crimson red from this strange phenomena of the Red Moon, stare at me coldly yet I can see a hint of lust glimmering of those domineering eyes.

“Tell me, have you eaten the berries there at the buffet table?”

“No?” Confused with this question, I answer instinctively. 

He smirks. “Then, you and I are feeling this because of our bond.”

“Bond?” 

He stares at me for a while before holding my wrist. 

“We’ll continue this in private,” he utters and my heart races from both fear and my unusual attraction to his handsome face.

Oh no. 

I immediately shake my head but the man pulls my wrist, dragging me away from the function room.

“No!” I scream. “I don’t want this, please!” If I strike him, will he bare his fangs and maul my neck? I don't want to provoke such a beast!

I scan around the room and the whole scene is more of a porn fest. 

None are paying attention to my wails for help as even the humans like the hotel staff are now joining this frenzied lust.

Even at this fancy hotel, no one bat an eye on the helpless.

This place is no different from the Red Light District.

We head to the small spiral staircase heading to the huge VIP lounge booths. 

W-wait a second. If he is from there, does that mean he’s a big shot Alpha like Richard Bates? What is he going to do with a human like me? 

Different morbid scenarios flash through my mind and I am feeling light-headed from the anxiety in each agonizing step. 

As we reach the top, a man in a black suit turns to us, visibly confused after looking at me. 

"Sir?"

"Move aside."

He blinks. "This is reserved by another Alpha—" 

He shoots him a glare and he cuts his words immediately. Pursing his lips, he steps sideways for us to enter.

"As you wish, Alpha."

He grunts as he pulls me inside the VIP room and all I can do is silently pray that I have an opportunity to escape.

As we enter the room, the stranger shoves me to a King-sized bed. My body immediately relaxes to experience a comfortable feeling of its cushion for the first time.

But I don't have the time to enjoy the feeling as I immediately scurry until my back is leaning against the bedpost. 

My eyes widen with fear as he crawls in bed as well.

"Listen, you won't gain anything from sleeping with me! I h-have a husband!"

"Yet, I was the one who gave your first kiss?" There is amusement in his tone. 

My cheeks turn a darker shade of red. "Then, my point hasn't changed. You gained nothing from fucking me, wolf!"

"But I do, human," he snarls as his face  is inches closer to mine. "I've been searching for you all this time."

"What d-do you mean?"

Seeing those red eyes filled with lust frightens me. I immediately jolt to release his hold but he won’t budge. His hands are now sliding through the shoulders, trapping me in place. "Enough talk,” he growls. “Don't test my patience anymore for I've been waiting for twelve years to finally mark you."

Twelve years…what? Seriously, what is this wolf talking about?!

I am more confused with his words as the distance between us is getting smaller while I am distracted.

Unfortunately, the more I dwell on these confusing thoughts, the more it distracts me from his next plan. He smashes his mouth to mine for another round of kissing as his hands on my shoulder work themselves by pulling the sleeveless hems down to my shoulders.

But I won’t fail the second time.

I push his chin with my hands yet he manages to snatch my wrists with one hand and pin me by pressing his weight on me. 

“You can’t escape me, human. You are mine tonight,” husky voice uttering in my ear makes my body shiver and he goes on kissing me again…and again.

Until I give in as my arms wrap around his neck.