SIENNA'S POV

I pressed my back against the wall, heart hammering like a war drum as my fingers curled tightly around the curtain, trying to will myself invisible. But of course… I wasn’t invisible. At Least not to him.

“Uhmm... okay,” he murmured, and I nearly yelped. His voice wasn’t loud, but it slithered through the small space of the room, brushing against my ears in a way that made my skin crawl... and melt at the same time.

I risked a quick glance, just enough to see him leaning casually against the bedside, with that damn smirk still teasing at the corners of his lips. My stomach clenched immediately as I quickly pulled away from the curtain.

“Why are you even here?” I demanded, trying to sound more composed than I felt. “This... no... these are my rooms.”

“Your rooms?” He let out a low chuckle that made something somewhere inside me twist. “Funny, the nurse told me this room was all mine."

I froze. What?

“Wait… what do you mean?” I asked. “I paid for both rooms! I specifically requested privacy.”

“Apparently, the nurse thought I needed it more. So here we are… sharing, whether you like it or not.”

Sharing. The word alone made my pulse spike, and I had to physically press a hand to my chest to perhaps stop my heart from exploding.

“I… I can’t believe this. This isn’t fair.”

“Fair?” he mused. “Life rarely is. Besides, it could be… interesting.”

Interesting?! Yeah... no. I swallowed hard, trying to remind myself that I didn’t know him. That I didn’t have to be affected by his smug confidence, neither by his proximity. But the heat radiating from him, the way the air seemed to thrum around his presence, made my body betray me in ways that made my stomach twist with shame.

Argh! Fuck me! What I'm i fucking thinking?!

"Listen,” I said tilting my head like I actually meant business, whereas I was scared as a child in the dark “you need to leave. This is my space.”

I could hear his footsteps stepping closer, and I swear... I was tempted a million times in a single minute to look at him, but I refused.

“You should really relax,” he murmured. “It’s just a mix-up… nothing to get worked up about.”

"Nothing to get worked up about?” I repeated. “You barged into my room! My... my private space! Do you have any idea...”

“I do,” he cut in smoothly, “and yet, here you are…”

I shook my head, backing further into the wall, wishing the curtain could dissolve into a barrier thick enough to block him out entirely. “I… I never want to see you... pervert again!”

The words left my mouth like fire, and without waiting for a response, I ripped myself from the curtain, and stormed out of the room.

I didn’t glance back. Why would I? I wanted my space, my air, my damn control... the kind I’d spent forever clawing back... and no smug stranger was going to snatch it from me. Fuck him! Fuck the fertility clinic! Fuck me cos why was my heart still doing gymnastics?

You know what would fix everything right now? My fiancé… and some insanely hot, can’t-stop, lose-yourself kind of sex.

I stormed out of that damn clinic, and slid into my car. The stranger... yes, the stupid Crestmoon Lycan with the smug face and ridiculous confidence... could keep his stupid smirk. I had bigger plans... Nigel! I definitely need him right now. And judging by the doctor’s words, it was literally now or never.

Nigel had been buried in meetings and calls ever since the death of the previous alpha... God bless his soul. I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror, eyes wide, and my lips pressed into a line. I let out a shaky breath... and damn, I looked like trouble... and I was about to deliver. Busy Nigel only meant one thing: I could sneak in, take over his world for five minutes, maybe an hour. Maybe make him forget about contracts and politics with a little “I’m your fiancée, deal with it” magic.

By ten I was already strutting down the road, and by twenty I was slipping through the front door smooth as silk.

The door clicked open, and I stepped inside.

“Nigel?” I called out, letting my voice drift lazily through the hallway as I dropped my bag on the couch. No answer. Of course not. He was probably buried in some mountain of work, or plotting to take over the city… again.

I shrugged and made my way to the kitchen, as always. The kitchen greeted me with its familiar smell... fresh coffee lingering from the morning, and a faint hint of citrus from the cleaning spray he hated. I made my way to the counter, popped open a bottle of champagne, and let the bubbles tickle my fingertips as I poured myself a small glass. Toasting to… what exactly? Our impending chaos, maybe. My pulse spiked again, only this time with anticipation rather than frustration. God, I needed this... I needed him.

Where was he, though? Bedroom first, of course. I exhaled deeply as I nudged the door open, and to my surprise... nothing. Classic Nigel, probably hiding out in his study, plotting the next power move or whatever. I rolled my eyes, as I drained half my champagne, letting my feet carry me wherever they wanted.

I wandered to his wardrobe and before I knew it, my clothes were peeling off one by one like they had somewhere better to be, and I was sliding into Nigel’s favorite oversized tee, with literally nothing underneath. My legs felt exposed, as a shiver ran up my spine when the cool air slipped between my legs, brushing against my very core... and God, it felt electric. I studied myself in the mirror, as my lips lifted into that cheeky, “yeah, I know what I’m doing” smirk. Damn. Nigel was going to lose it when he saw me. He wouldn’t know whether to rip me into pieces or beg me to stay exactly like this forever.

I was supposed to go straight to the study, but my feet had other ideas, dragging me into the kitchen like I needed a pit stop. The fridge door swung and poured two glasses, one for me, and one for him. Champagne always makes everything… better. Sex, mischief, even waiting for Nigel's touch... honestly, I felt like champagne was invented for this exact reason.

Finally, I made my way to his study, swaying my hips like never before.

“Nigel! Let’s have a baby.”

I pushed the door open, ready to knock him off his damn feet.

But plot twist… turns out, I was the one who got knocked sideways instead.