Chapter 6: Caught In The Act.

Canna P.O.V.

My heart was pounding in my chest as my father's words echoed in my mind. The thought of attracting other werewolves with my scent was both thrilling and terrifying. But deep down, I craved more than just a mate. I yearned for passion, for desire, for a love that would consume me whole. And as he pressed me against the wall, his hands resting on either side of my head, I couldn't help but feel my body respond to his touch. His lips were soft and warm against mine, sending shivers down my spine.

My body was aching with desire as his lips crashed onto mine, igniting a fire that burned deep within me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that matched my own. I moaned softly as his hands roamed over my body, sending electric shocks of pleasure down my spine. With each touch, I noticed that I was losing myself more and more in the moment and the growing passion between us. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him, intensifying the sensations that were coursing through me. His hands slid down my back, tracing every curve with a tenderness that made my heart skip a beat. And then, in one swift move, he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around him as our tongues continued to dance in a frenzy of desire. I could feel his hands gripping my ass, pulling me closer to him.

 

Our lips were locked in a fiery embrace, and our bodies pressed together in a desperate hunger that had been building for far too long. But just as things were heating up, the bathroom door swung open, snapping us out of our trance. He released me from his grip, but it was too late. We were still entangled, and there was nowhere to hide. As my sister stepped into the restroom, her eyes widened in shock at the sight before her. "What the fuck?" she asked, frozen at the door. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I struggled to find the words to explain. "Ulrica, it's not what it looks like," I said, my voice trembling with fear. But there was no denying the truth. We had been caught in the act, and there was no way to hide our desire from her. As I made my way around the hunk and over to her, I could feel the weight of her judgment bearing down on me.

“Do you even know his name?” my sister asked, her voice laced with anger. I struggled to find the words to respond, but before I could say anything more, my sister cut me off, her face twisted in fury. "Because I know he did not introduce himself the day his hand was down my pants," she said. My stomach turned as I realized that my sister had a crush on him too. The tension in the room was palpable as we stood there, staring at each other, neither of us sure what to say next. And then, Rollin spoke up. "My name is Rollin," he said, his voice calm and even as he walked past us and out of the restroom, leaving me to sort out the mess I had made.

The weight of my sister's judgment was crushing as she stood there, staring at me with a look of pure disappointment on her face. "Ulrica, please," I pleaded, my voice trembling with emotion. "It's not as if I dragged him into the bathroom to make out.

I was on my way out when I bumped into him, and that's when everything just happened." But my words fell on deaf ears, and my sister turned and walked out of the restroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The door closed behind her with a resounding thud, and I was left standing there, feeling like a failure. I had let my little sister down, and the thought of how happy she had been when she first told me about Rollin only made the situation worse. I turned around and rested my hands on the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. My reflection looked back at me with a mixture of sadness and shame.

I took a deep breath and tried to pull myself together as I made my way back to the ballroom. My sister wouldn't even look at me, speaking to our parents as if I weren't even there. The tension in the air was palpable. As the night wore on, the crowd began to thin out, and soon it was already 11:00 p.m. We stood up from the table and made our way around the room, greeting the few people who were still there. As we made our way into the lobby, I noticed the alpha and his wife standing at the door, greeting everyone who left. And next to them, I saw Rollin and the hunk who had bumped into me when we arrived at the party. My heart began to race as I realized that they are brothers and the sons of the alpha.

If my father finds out that I made out with the alpha's son and a beta from another pack, he will be furious. As we walked into the house, I noticed my sister heading straight up to her room after saying goodnight to our parents. So, I said goodnight to our parents and made my way upstairs to my sister's room. "Ulrica, can I come in?" I said softly, as I knocked on her door. She just ignored me, and I could hear her pacing back and forth inside. I kept knocking, hoping that she would let me in. "Get out!" she yelled, her voice laced with anger, as I slowly opened the door and put my head between the small gap.

 

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, entering my sister's room and closing the door behind me. "Ulrica, please," I said softly, making my way over to her bed. I sat down at the foot end of the bed, watching as she busied herself with something, ignoring me. "Ulrica, I'm going to sit here all night until you listen to me," I said, determined to make things right between us. After a while, she came to sit next to me, and I could see the tears rolling down her cheeks. "You know I liked Rollin," she said, her voice choked with emotion. I just placed my arms around her and let her head rest on my shoulder. "I'm really sorry for what I did. I promise I won't let it happen again," I said, hoping that she would believe me. "You're my little sister, and I'm not going to let a man come between us," I said, lifting her head to look her in the eyes as I made my promise to her.

 

As I sat there, I could tell that deep down, she knew it wasn't entirely my fault. She had experienced the same thing around him, losing all control and allowing him to do anything with those piercing blue eyes. "It's fine, you can have him," she said, getting up and opening her blanket to get into bed. "Maybe he's the mate that you wanted." Her words stung, but I knew that I deserved them. I stood up from the bed, allowing her to cry it out. I couldn't bear to see her like this, and I knew that I had to do everything in my power to make things right. “I wouldn't let it happen again, no matter what,” I said as I walked out of her room closing the door behind me.