Louis POV
Alpha Thor’s birthday celebration was already in full swing when we arrived at the Trumpant Pack. The pack house was buzzing with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. It was grand
-just like Thor himself. The man didn’t do anything halfway.
The moment I stepped out of the car, Alpha Thor himself greeted me with a wide grin and a brotherly slap on the back.
“Louis! I wasn’t sure you’d show up,” he boomed. “But I’m glad you did. It wouldn’t be the same without the infamous Louis showing his cold face.”
I forced a smile. “Happy birthday, Thor. You’re getting old.”
He laughed, throwing his head back. “And still better looking than you.”
I let out a short chuckle and followed him inside. My warriors lingered outside, alert and stationed, just as I instructed.
Inside, the air was thick with perfume and alcohol. Beautiful women fluttered around like moths to flame, some throwing glances my way. I ignored them all. I wasn’t here for pleasure or idle talk. I just needed to make an appearance and leave.
A server was passing by with a glass of champagne. Thor took it and handed it to me. “Come on. just one. For old time’s sake.”
I eyed the glass for a moment. The liquid swirled like honeyed fire, and I hesitated. Then, I took it from him with a nod and brought it to my lips.
The first sip burned slightly, but it wasn’t bad. I tilted the glass back and drank it all in one go. Almost immediately, I felt… strange.
My skin prickled. My blood rushed to places it shouldn’t have. My vision sharpened unnaturally, my senses becoming too heightened, too aware. The soft scent of perfume from one of the girls nearby suddenly felt intoxicating. Her giggle sounded like a damn melody.
Something’s wrong.
My wolf growled low, pacing inside me. “We’ve been drugged, he hissed. Sexual craving potion was put in that drink. It’s meant to make you desire any woman. Get out. Now.”
I straightened instantly, my eyes darting toward one of the girls who had been flirting earlier. She was watching me now, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Bitch.
I threw the glass onto the floor, the sharp shatter drawing startled gasps from nearby guests.
“Alpha Louis?” Thor looked concerned.
I ignored him and turned to my warrior at the door. “We’re leaving. Now.”
He didn’t ask questions. The warriors instantly fell into formation, surrounding me as we exited. the pack house.
As I slid into the car, anger pumped through my veins hotter than fire. My fists clenched as the door slammed shut beside me.
“A bitch must have put something in that drink,” I muttered, jaw tightening,
Bitch! My wolf growled.
My frown deepened.
“Take us home,” I told the driver. “Fast.”
As the car roared forward, my thoughts shifted again, back to the one face I couldn’t shake. Olivia.
Why was her name the only thing that grounded me right now? Why was the scent I craved not the perfume of some stranger-but hers?
My wolf growled again, possessive and wild.
The ride home was torture.
Two hours of silent, burning agony.
The drug was still in my system, hitting at me like fire beneath my skin. My breathing was shallow, chest heaving slightly as I sat in the back seat, fists clenched and jaw locked. The windows were down, cold night air rushing against my face, but it did nothing-nothing-to cool the heat pulsing through my body.
I had thrown off my blazer and undone the top three buttons of my shirt, but I was still burning. Every inch of me felt like it was on fire. My wolf was restless, pacing and growling inside me, hungry-for her.
Not just any her, but for Olivia.
My body craved her scent, her touch, her presence. My mind kept replaying the way she’d looked at breakfast-calm, composed, indifferent. And that blonde hair, gods, it had no right to look that good on her.
“Alpha, we’re home,” the driver said carefully as the gates of the pack opened, and we rolled into the compound.
I didn’t wait for the car to stop fully.
The moment it slowed, I flung the door open and stepped out, the night air hitting me like at slap-but it still wasn’t enough to calm the inferno raging inside.
I was burning alive.
My warriors called after me, but I didn’t hear them-not really. I was moving, storming through the grounds like a man possessed. I had no idea where I was going, but something inside me did. My wolf had taken control, his instincts pulling me forward like a leash tied to my chest.
My boots pounded against the stone pathways, my pulse thundering in my ears, until I found myself in front of her door.
I stopped, panting slightly, the fire under my skin boiling over. My hands were trembling at my sides. My heart was hammering like a war drum, my cock painfully hard.
I stared at the wooden door, confused.
Mine.
Take her.
Touch her.
Claim her,
I pressed a hand to the door, eyes shut for a second.
I didn’t even know what the hell I was doing here. What if she screamed? What if she pushed me away?
But I couldn’t walk away. i didn’t want to walk away.
Her scent drifted under the door, soft and warm like honey and firewood, wrapping around my senses and pulling a groan from my throat. I gritted my teeth, pressing my forehead against the door now
“Olivia…” I whispered, my voice ragged. “I need…”
I didn’t finish the sentence before the door opened and revealed Olivia. Her long blonde hair was down, falling over her shoulders. She was barefoot, standing in the soft light of her room. She wore a nightdress-so thin and see-through, I could see everything. Her soft skin. Her curves. Her pointed nipples pressing through the fabric. My heart thudded hard in my chest. She looked at me with wide eyes. Not scared. Just… surprised. Like she didn’t expect me, but she wasn’t afraid either.
Icouldn’t stop myself. I pushed her back into the room, stepped inside, and kicked the door shut behind me.
Olivia’s POV
I was about going to bed when I got a whiff of a familiar smell. I instantly knew it was Louis.
I didn’t need to check-I already knew he was right outside my door. His scent was too close, too intense.
Not wanting him to barge into my room, I sprang out of bed and headed for the door, deciding that whatever he had to say, he could say it from the hallway. But the moment I pulled the door open, I was met with a sight that made me hesitate.
Louis stood there, breathing heavily, his body glistening with sweat, and his usually cool brown leyes now burned with something wild? Hunger? Desperation? I couldn’t tell. Before I could even form a sentence, he shoved me gently but firmly back into the room, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him. Then he pressed himself against the door.
I furrowed my brow, confused. “Louis, what-?”
But the moment I saw his eyes-those burning, untamed eyes-I knew something was wrong. He didn’t say a word. Just leaned against the door like he was trying to hold himself together, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with the effort of restraint. His shirt clung to him, soaked with sweat, and then, unexpectedly, he began to undo the remaining buttons.
One. Two. Three.
I watched, dumbfounded, as he shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor like it meant nothing. And gods… his chest. All muscle and heat and raw power, flexing with every breath he took. His body was tensed like a predator fighting a leash.
My eyes d lower-unintentionally.
His pants did nothing to hide the bulge pressing against them, thick and hard and twitching under the fabric. My mouth went dry. My legs weakened slightly, and I instinctively took a step back.
He took a step forward.
“Please, I need your help,” he rasped, voice hoarse and broken. “Don’t run from me.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My throat felt tight, my heart pounding in my ears. The heat rolling from him hit me in waves. His scent-earthy, dominant, wild-was thick in the air, and it wrapped around me like a blanket. My sexually starved wolf was purring in my head, desiring him.
“What… happened? Lasked, even though deep down, I already knew.
Lot Me Touch Your
“I was drugged,” he responded immediately, jaw clenched. “Something in the drink. A sexual craving potion… but it’s not working the way it’s supposed to. I don’t want them. I only want. you.”
My lips parted slightly. “Louis…”
“I tried to fight it. He moved closer, his bare chest inches from me now, his hands trembling at his sides. “Tried to leave, to stay away from you, but this- He grabbed my wrist suddenly, pressing it against his chest so I could feel the thunder of his heart.”-this is burning me alive.”
I could feel the heat of his skin. The way his heart raced. And the way his cock twitched beneath the fabric of his pants, pressing harder as he stared down at me.
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.