Chapter 4

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"Mate… mate… mate… mate… mate!"

"Who are you?"

"I am sorry… wrong room."

"Don't move an inch."

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Seraphine POV

The threatening voice snarled, "Who are you?

“I…” I struggled to speak as my mind was empty as I sought to say anything, anything. I had to use all of my resolve to stay awake, and I didn't have the strength to say anything coherent.

In the pitch-black space, the only thing I could make out was a shadowy man-like form.

The weak moonlight that filtered in through the open windows was the only light source in the room, but it wasn't enough to adequately illuminate it.

The voice asked, "Who are you, and what are you doing in my room?"

I wanted to say anything, to cry or even to shout that he was in the wring room, but I refrained. Because he was my mate, my head was whirling.

The man who advised me to leap off a building was excited to see me, according to my wolf. he was the man who rejected me before he ever knew who I was. And now that I can see him well, I can definitely tell that he is the one I was looking for. I forced myself to leave the room, but my body rebelled, and before I knew it, I was smashing into his immovable chest as I clung to him trembling.

Right now, I shuddered with contempt and anticipation because I felt like a harlot. I'll reject him myself if I have any suspicions that something—even a casual one-night stand—might develop between us. But when I turned around, his face was expressionless as he calmly waited for my response.

I looked down and wondered why I couldn't feel the water on my skin until I saw that he had just taken a bath and was otherwise unclothed, save for a towel.

As I turned away and felt my cheeks getting hot, I gulped once more.

The sight of his nude physique left me absolutely dazed. I wanted to encircle him with my arms because it felt like I was in a daze.

“You…” he sniffed me and stammered. “Are you on your heat? .”

I was too hazed to think. That was the reason why I felt like something was wrong with me, I was approaching my heat.

I wanted to speak but all I managed to do was whimper as he pressed his nose to my scent gland.

My eyes opened as I wanted to push him off realising that I had no natural scent which was abominable for an omega. And he would see that I was a freak a me away but before I could succeed he added,

"You smell so good… Peach blossoms, and strawberries. Flowers and rain. "

I wondered what he was raving about. All wolves have their own unique scent, all wolves except me. Then how could he say I smelt good? Oh! The perfume. It finally dawned on me that he was referring to the perfume that I had on. Maybe his brain was too muddled for him to realise it. Andi was grateful for that.

My stomach churned in anticipation as my slick began to seep from my pants and roll down my legs, as he inhaled deeply and said,

"Fuck… I have to… You need me."

That was the only warning i got before he lifted me and carried me to the bed and i didnt even protest.

Screw Carlos… this man was going to take my virginity.

As he gently brought me to the bed, I was powerless. He laid down next to me and carefully placed me on the bed. His breath touched mine and I could smell alcohol in it. He must have lost his vision because he was inebriated and relying on his sense of smell. Wolves' higher metabolism meant that it took him a lot longer to become inebriated, therefore he must have been determined to do so. I pushed myself to open my eyes, and as I met his stare, I pondered what had caused him such intense anguish.

Now that I was looking directly into his piercing blue eyes, they were even more horrifying. Even though it appeared to cut right through my soul, I was powerless to turn my head. His look captivated me, and I felt as though I were melting in his arms. I could just barely make out his face in the moonlight, and it was covered with a stench of sexual yearning. He rubbed his heavy hands all over my body, which caused me to groan softly and sensually. I could tell that he was clearly drawn to me by the way his eyes pierced into mine. He had such a strong need for me that it hung over us both like a foreboding, ominous cloud. He wanted to own me, rule me, and make me scream with ecstasy.