But Lennox’s attention was elsewhere, his eyes locked onto mine, blazing with anger. I could feel his wolf pushing against his control, desperate to lash out.
“I refuse,” Lennox said coldly, his voice cutting through the room.
The room fell silent again, everyone waiting to see what Callum would do. Callum’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “A refusal means a full glass, Alpha Lennox. Are you sure you want to take the easy way out?”
Lennox didn’t respond, reaching for the whiskey glass without hesitation. His hand was steady as he poured the amber liquid down his throat in one long, defiant motion. He slammed the empty glass on the table, his eyes never leaving mine.
The tension in the room was suffocating. The woman beside Lennox let out a small, awkward laugh, clearly uncomfortable with the turn of events, but Callum looked amused.
“Well,” Callum drawled, “I suppose even the mighty Alpha Lennox has his limits.” His eyes flicked back to me, a glint of curiosity and mischief in them.
I realized that the whiskey wasn’t ordinary. A few more glasses, and Lennox would be drunk.??/p>
The bottle spun again, its neck whirling around before pointing at someone else. But my attention wasn’t on the game anymore-it was on Lennox. His silent, seething anger filled the room, and I wondered if I had pushed him too far.
The game continued with silly dares flying through the air. Players were dared to strip, an Alpha was asked to eat his wife’s pussy on the bed while we watched, a lady was asked to have sex with an Alpha in a cowgirl position. A Luna was dared to kiss her mate in the most provocative way possible, leaving the table breathless. Another Alpha was instructed to strip and shift into his wolf.
All these while luck has been on my side. The neck of the bottle was slipping past me.
I could see the storm brewing in Lennox’s eyes, his wolf pacing inside him, but he held back. He downed another glass of whiskey, and I noticed he was already getting high under the weight of the intoxicating liquid. My wolf stirred restlessly, urging me to leave, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t give Lennox the satisfaction of thinking he could control me, or I cared about him.”
When the bottle spun again, it stopped with the edge pointing at a lady with auburn hair, and the neck landed squarely on me. My heart sank as the group erupted in low chuckles and murmurs.
“At last.” An alpha murmured with excitement.
The lady, whose name I learned was Luna Isabel, gave me a wicked smile. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she leaned forward. “Truth or dare, Olivia?”
I hesitated, my pulse racing. Lennox’s glare burned into me, silently begging me to choose truth, to take the safer option. But I couldn’t back down now-I just wanted to annoy him.”
“Dare,” I said, my voice steady despite the tight knot forming in my chest.
Isabel’s smirk widened. “I dare you to sit on Alpha Callum’s lap and give him a lap dance.”
Olivia’s POV
The room went silent, the air thick with anticipation. All eyes turned to me, and I felt my cheeks flush with nervousness and embarrassment.
But Callum looked unbothered. He leaned back in his chair, his smile cool and confident. “It’s just a game. If you’re uncomfortable, you can refuse and drink,” he said, fixing his piercing gaze on me.
Lennox’s fists tightened on the table, his wolf practically roaring through our bond. I could sense his jealousy, his possessiveness, and that excited me.
I could’ve just said no and taken the drink, ended it there. But I didn’t. I wanted to get under his skin, to rattle him. Just a taste of what I felt every time he and his brother circled around Anita like she was the only one who mattered.
“I’ll do it.”
I stood, my heart pounding as I approached Callum. His eyes glimmered with amusement.
When I reached him, I placed a hand on his shoulder, my nails digging in slightly as I leaned down. “Don’t get used to this,” I whispered, my voice laced with a warning.
Callum chuckled softly. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Olivia.”
The music in the background seemed to grow louder, its sultry beat syncing with the pounding of my heart. I moved, swaying to the rhythm, my body brushing against Callum’s as the room watched in rapt silence.
But as I moved, I could feel Lennox’s gaze boring into me, his anger prickling my skin. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, unhappy with my choice, and truth be told, neither was I, but I wanted to teach him a lesson.
Alpha Callum’s hands slid over my hips, settling on my ass with a firm squeeze. My stomach twisted, but I forced myself to hold his gaze, determined not to show nervousness. I kept moving, my body swaying in time with the beat, though every part of me screamed to stop.
Our eyes interlocked, but I noticed he wasn’t staring at me with desire. Something else lingered in his eyes I couldn’t quite place, but it was definitely not lust or the desire to fuck me.
When the two minutes were up, I stepped back, lifting my chin and returning to my seat without looking at anyone. The room erupted into applause and laughter, but I barely heard it.
Lennox growled through the mind link, but I acted like I couldn’t hear it.
The bottle spun again, its neck pointing directly at Lennox and its edge landing on Callum.
Callum’s smirk widened. “Alpha Lennox,” he drawled, “truth or dare?”
Lennox didn’t hesitate. “Dare.”
The room stilled, the tension crackling like a live wire. Callum leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with challenge. That made my stomach churn. “I dare you to show everyone here who Olivia belongs to.”
The room erupted into gasps and murmurs, and my breath caught in my throat. Lennox’s gaze flicked to me, his eyes blazing with possessiveness and anger.
And then, he moved.
Lennox didn’t waste a second. Before anyone could blink, he rose from his seat, his movements swift and predatory. My heart thundered in my chest as he crossed the room, his dark eyes locked on mine like a hunter stalking his prey.
I barely had time to react when his hand gripped my wrist, pulling me to my feet. Gasps echoed around the room, but I couldn’t focus on anything except the storm brewing in Lennox’s gaze.
Without a word, he crushed his lips against mine. The force of the kiss sent me stumbling back, but his arm wrapped around my waist, anchoring me to him. His lips were rough, demanding, and possessive, pouring out every ounce of his frustration and anger.
My hands instinctively pressed against his chest to push him away, but the second I felt the heat of his skin beneath my palms, all resistance melted. Instead, my fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him as I gave in to the fiery intensity of the moment.
His tongue brushed against mine, coaxing a response from me, and I couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped my lips. My body betrayed me, leaning into him, my heart racing as desire pooled in my stomach.”
Lennox’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into my waist as if he couldn’t get enough. The kiss was chaotic, a collision of anger and passion that left my head spinning. My wolf stirred, thrilled by the dominance in his touch, while my human side screamed at me to stop.
But just as I felt myself completely unravel, Lennox abruptly pulled back.
We stood there, our breaths ragged, our foreheads nearly touching as we gasped for air. The room was dead silent, the tension so thick it was suffocating. I stared at him, my lips tingling, my chest heaving as I struggled to process what had just happened.
Lennox’s gaze softened, but only slightly. His hand slid from my waist, though his fingers lingered on my skin for a moment too long.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he said, his voice low but firm, his words meant for everyone in the room.
“Olivia is mine. If anyone here has a problem with that, they can take it up with me.”
I frowned but didn’t say a word.”
A soft chuckle broke the silence. “Well, Alpha Lennox,” Callum said, raising his drink, “you certainly know how to make a statement.”
Lennox’s glare snapped to Callum, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, he let go of me and staggered back to his seat. Obviously, he was drunk.
Slowly, I sat down, my heart racing from the kiss while my body throbbed with desire, and I couldn’t deny the wetness.
“Last game of the night, gentlemen,” Callum announced, glancing at the time. “It’s 1 a.m., but not to worry, my maids have prepared rooms for everyone.”
A murmur of agreement rippled through the group.
I glanced around, noticing some guests were clearly tipsy, while others seemed turned on and couldn’t wait to fuck privately.
Callum reached for the bottle. “I’ll take the final spin,” he declared, flicking the bottle deftly.
My eyes darted to Lennox, who was watching me intently. But the sound of soft chuckles drew my attention back to the spinning bottle. When it stopped, its neck pointed at me. The other end landed on a blonde woman across the table, who smirked triumphantly.
“Truth or dare?” she asked.
“Dare.”
Callum chuckled beside me. “What a nice way to end the game.”
The lady smirked and leaned forward. “Olivia, I dare you to give head to Alpha Lennox until he cums.”
Olivia’s POV
My eyes widened, and I swallowed hard. My eyes met Alpha Lennox’s, and he held my gaze. We waited to see who would refuse the dare and drink, but neither of us moved. Neither of us was going to back down.
“You can refuse and drink,” Callum reminded, though his tone suggested he doubted either of us would.
Lennox and I didn’t move. In fact, we were challenging each other with our eyes, daring each other to back out and drink. But that person wouldn’t be me.
The room felt like it was holding its breath, the weight of the dare pressing down on everyone. Lennox’s eyes never left mine, and I could feel the heat rising between us like a wildfire.
I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other, trying to appear unbothered even though my pulse hammered wildly. His gaze darkened, his jaw clenching as if he was daring me to make the first move.
“I don’t mind an audience,” I said, my voice smooth but teasing.
A few chuckles rippled around the table, but Lennox didn’t laugh. His eyes burned into me with something more primal-something possessive and hungry.
Callum smirked. “I like this one,” he muttered, swirling the drink in his hand.
I stood up from my chair slowly, letting the air hum with anticipation. Lennox’s eyes followed my every movement, his tongue brushing across his lower lip.
The moment stretched, and I knew he was waiting- waiting to see if I’d call the dare or back down. But I wouldn’t. I’d gone too far to stop now.
I walked around the table, each step slow and deliberate, until I was standing right in front of him. His legs were spread lazily, but there was nothing casual about the way he looked up at me, his green eyes blazing with desire and challenge.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.