Nathan's POV
She gasped, her eyes locked with mine, wide with a new kind of fear.
"Don't ever speak to me like that again," I growled, my authoritative voice sounding around the walls of the room. "You're just an omega. And I'm the alpha-to-be."
Her chest rose and fell fast, her breath shaky against my face. But she didn't back down.
Tears welled in her eyes, but she held them back. "Then go be the alpha somewhere else and leave me the fuck alone." She spat in my face.
I got annoyed by her words. What is wrong with her? Most girls in the pack would do anything to have me in their room. They'd flirt, beg, throw themselves at me. But Hailee? She did everything she could to stay away from me. She didn't even want me near her.
And for some reason, that made me even more furious.
Feeling frustrated, before I could stop myself, I grabbed her and gently pushed her onto the bed. She gasped and tried to get away, but I held her down, pinning her wrists above her head.
I stared down at her, breathing hard. My heart was racing. So was hers.
"Why are you so damn annoying?" I asked, frustrated.
She didn't answer, but her eyes said everything—anger, hurt… and something else hiding underneath it.
"You make me crazy," I said, softer now. "You act like I'm the worst person in the world, like I disgust you. But I can feel your heartbeat. I can smell what you're feeling, Hailee. You don't hate me."
She looked away.
"Look at me," I whispered.
She didn't move.
So I leaned in closer. Our noses touched. Our lips were barely an inch apart.
"Say it," I said. "Tell me you hate me. Tell me you hate me."
She stayed quiet.
Her wrists stopped fighting me. Her eyes slowly met mine—and this time, there was no hate in them. Just confusion… and nervousness.
That was all I needed.
I kissed her.
Not rough. Not to scare her. But because I wanted to. Because I'd waited too long and I couldn't stop myself.
She froze at first.
Then… she kissed me back.
It wasn't soft. It was wild. Like we were both angry and hurting and trying to let it all out in one kiss.
I let go of her wrists, and she didn't push me away.
She pulled me closer.
Her hands grabbed my shirt, her lips opening for more, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.
She let out a soft moan against my lips. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer. My wolf growled with satisfaction. That had never happened before. Normally, he stayed quiet when I was with other girls. But now… he felt something. I did too.
This felt different.
I slowed the kiss and pulled back just a little, breathing hard. I looked at her face—her cheeks were red, her lips full, her eyes dark and confused.
I gently sat down on the bed, bringing her with me. She sat on my lap, straddling me. We just stared at each other, both trying to catch our breath.
I reached up and brushed her hair off her neck, then leaned in and kissed her skin softly. She shivered in my arms. I kissed her again, slower this time, just wanting to feel her.
"You smell amazing," I whispered. "Do you know that?"
She didn't speak, but her hands stayed on my shoulders, holding me.
"You make me crazy," I said quietly. "But right now… I just want to be good to you."
She still didn't speak, but her hands gripped my shirt a little tighter.
I kissed her neck again, just under her ear. I was about to kiss her lips when—
"Hailee!" her mother called from downstairs.
She froze in my arms.
Then, just like that, she pulled away and jumped off my lap.
"I—you have to go," she said quickly, panic in her eyes.
"Wait, Hailee—" I tried to grab her hand, but she opened the door fast.
She looked back at me, like she didn't know what to say. Then she ran down the hall and was gone.
I frowned and stared down at my hardened dick. "Fuck!" I groaned and pushed myself off the bed.
I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated, still burning from the way she pulled away. From the way she looked at me before she left—like she didn't know whether she wanted me to stay or disappear forever.
I jumped out the window and landed silently on the grass, ignoring the sting in my chest and the throbbing between my legs. My wolf was still restless, pacing inside me like he didn't know what the hell just happened either.
Stupid. I should've never kissed her.
But I did.
And she kissed me back.
I clenched my jaw and started walking back to the pack house, my hands in my pockets, my mind stuck on Hailee. Her scent was still all over me. Sweet, warm… addictive. I could still feel her lips on mine, her hands gripping my shirt like she needed me. Like she wanted me.
But the second she heard her mom's voice, she ran.
Like I was a mistake.
Why the fuck do I care so much?
I shoved the door open when I got back to the pack house. The hallway was quiet, but not for long.
"Nathan," a familiar voice purred.
I looked up to see Ariella leaning against the wall outside my room, arms crossed, wearing one of those short skirts that barely passed as clothing. Her perfume was heavy in the air, almost choking compared to the natural pull I'd just felt with Hailee.
I sighed. "What are you doing here?"
She smiled like she knew exactly what I needed. "Thought you might want some company."
I stared at her for a long second, my jaw tight. I didn't want her.
But I needed to get this fire out of my system before I did something reckless. Like go back to Hailee's room and finish what we started.
I didn't say anything—I just turned around and opened the door to my room.
"Come on," I muttered. "Let's get this over with."
She followed me in without hesitation, already unbuttoning her shirt.
But even as I closed the door behind us, I knew the truth.
This wasn't what I wanted.
She wasn't who I wanted.
And no matter how hard I tried to forget it, I already knew…
No one was ever going to feel like Hailee did.
She followed me into my room, her heels clicking against the floor as I shut the door behind us. The moment it clicked closed, she turned to face me, already tugging at the hem of her shirt with a smirk.
"I've missed this," Ariella said, voice sultry, eyes trailing over me. "You've been ignoring me lately."
I didn't respond. I sat on the edge of the bed, my elbows on my knees, staring at the floor. My mind was still spinning with thoughts of Hailee—her taste, her scent, the way she looked at me like she was trying not to fall apart.
But I needed a release. Something to burn it all off.
"You're tense," Ariella said, walking over slowly, swaying her hips. "Rough night?"
I didn't answer. I didn't care for her words—I needed the distraction, the release. I leaned back on my hands and nodded once.
"Let me take care of you," she whispered, sliding one leg over mine and straddling me without hesitation.
Her lips crashed into mine, fast and demanding. Her hands buried into my hair, her tongue sliding across my bottom lip until I opened for her. It was messy, hot, desperate—everything I should've wanted.
But all I could think about was how different it felt from Hailee.
Still, I gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against me. She moaned into my mouth, grinding against me as our bodies started to move in sync. Her hands slipped under my shirt, nails dragging along my skin as she pressed kisses down my jaw and to my neck.
"You always taste this good?" she murmured, her lips brushing my collarbone as she kissed lower, teasing, playful. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of my pants, her eyes gleaming with desire.
Ariella dropped to her knees without saying anything. She looked up at me, lips slightly open, waiting for a signal I didn't give—but I didn't stop her either.
Her hands moved slowly, like she knew exactly what to do, unbuttoning my pants like she'd done it many times before. Maybe she had. But tonight felt different. Not because of her—but because I felt empty inside.
Ariella pulled out my hard dick and gave a small smile. When she leaned in, and I felt her warm breath, I closed my eyes. I let myself feel it. Let the tension leave my body as she moved her mouth over me, knowing exactly how to please me.
My fingers grabbed her hair.
My jaw tightened.
She took her time, moving slowly, skillfully. It was everything I usually wanted—heat, pleasure, release.
But my mind wasn't here.
It was with Hailee.
The girl who kissed me like it hurt her.
The girl whose scent was still on my skin.
Even as my body reacted, even as Ariella moaned like she was into it, I felt nothing but frustration.
I came too fast. Way too fast.
Ariella kissed me right after—hungry, like she was trying to prove something. Like she thought she could make me forget Hailee.
I let her push me onto the bed. Let her press her body to mine, kiss down my chest, whisper my name. Her hands tugged at my clothes, her breath hot as she moved lower.
I didn't stop her.
I didn't say a word.
I closed my eyes and let my body take over. I grabbed her hips, flipped us over, needing something—anything—to block out the thoughts in my head.
She moved under me, wrapped her legs around me as I thrust into her, chasing that feeling we both knew wouldn't last.
Our bodies moved together—fast, rough, desperate.
She cried out my name.
I finished with a groan, my face buried in her neck.
But it still didn't feel right.
And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't forget the way Hailee kissed me back—like she wanted me, but hated herself for it.
Even my wolf stayed quiet.
I rolled off Ariella, staring at the ceiling, breathing hard, my jaw tight.
She reached over, ran her fingers along my stomach. "That was hot," she said.
I didn't answer.
Because the only girl I wanted was the one who wouldn't let me have her.