Chapter 366
Chapter 366
Third Person’s POV
Lana’s breath caught as Victor’s mouth claimed hers-rough, demanding, almost punishing. His lips traced a fevered path down her jaw, across the delicate curve of her throat, his breath searing against her
skin.
“Victor-what are you doing?” she gasped, pushing at his chest. But his strength was a wall against her trembling hands.
“Going mad, perhaps,” he murmured against her neck, voice low and dangerous. “Or maybe I’ve simply lost my restraint p>
There was nothing calculated in him now, no trace of the disciplined Alpha the packs whispered about. Only the raw, feral instinct of a wolf who’d been denied too long. His scent-storm and smoke and pine resin-filled the air, choking her with memory.
He wanted to claim, to possess, to erase every trace of the distance she had built between them.
He shouldn’t have let her go all those moons ago. The thought sliced through him like a blade. If he’d known she would become the one ghost that haunted his every quiet night, he’d have bound her to him- heart, body, and soul-until the moon turned red.
Without warning, Victor bent down and swept her into his arms. “What-what are you doing?” Lana stammered, her pulse spiking as her body lifted effortlessly from the ground.
“What do you think?” His voice was a growl, half threat, half confession. “If you crave satisfaction so much, then I’ll be the one to give it to you. You won’t need to seek any other wolf again p>
He carried her into the chamber and threw her onto the wide bed, the furs rippling beneath her as she caught herself, startled and breathless. The firelight cast long, dancing shadows on the stone walls, reflecting the storm in his eyes.
“Victor, stop this nonsense!” she snapped, trying to keep her voice steady. “I don’t need any of that-you don’t need to-don’t take off your clothes p>
He paused for a heartbeat, then smiled—a sharp, humorless curl of his lips. “Don’t I?” He stripped off his jacket, the fabric falling soundlessly to the floor, then loosened his tie with deliberate slowness. The muscles across his chest flexed as he shrugged out of his shirt.
“Don’t,” Lana warned, pressing herself back against the headboard, her heart hammering. “If you come any closer p>
He leaned over her, bracing one arm beside her head. The bed dipped under his weight. “You dragged a male escort out of the Moon’s Den,” he said, his voice dark with accusation. “And I’m the one losing control? Tell me, Lana-what did you expect me to think p>
Her eyes flashed, fury sparking through her fear. “Duke is my friend! That’s all p>
“Friend,” he repeated, the word twisted in his mouth like something bitter. “You expect me to believe that p>
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“I don’t care what you believe! You’re being irrational p>
Victor’s gaze burned into hers, pupils dilating with something primal. “Am I?” His tone was mocking, but beneath it throbbed the sound of pain-real, deep, unhealed. “Then why do you tremble every time I Touch you p>
“Because you’re scaring me!” she snapped. “You’re not the Victor I knew p>
He cut her off with another kiss-hard, searing, and merciless. Her protest was swallowed by the heat of it, by the sheer force of his hunger. His teeth grazed her lower lip, sharp enough to draw blood.
“Stop-!” she gasped when he finally released her, tasting iron and salt. “You’re hurting me p>
But he only stared, eyes fever-bright. “Hurting you?” His voice broke on a laugh that wasn’t laughter at all. “Tell me, Lana, do you even know what you do to me p>
His hand found her jaw again, fingers firm but trembling now, his control fraying at the edges. She saw the madness behind his restraint-the torment of a wolf whose bond had never fully broken.
“Victor,” she whispered, her voice shaking, “this isn’t you. You can’t just p>
“Can’t what?” he murmured, leaning closer. “Can’t want you? Can’t remember the way you taste when you stop pretending you don’t want me too p>
Her breath hitched, fury and confusion colliding inside her. “I told you-I don’t want this! If you keep forcing me, I’ll p>
“You’ll what?” he said softly, his lips brushing hers again. “Call for help? Have the pack guards come drag me off? Do it, then. Let them see their Alpha lose his mind for a single she-wolf p>
Her throat tightened. “I will,” she whispered, even though she knew she wouldn’t—not yet, not when her heart still betrayed her with every thunderous beat.
He kissed her again-slower this time, still desperate, but now laced with something rawer, sadder. Each kiss felt like a plea he didn’t know how to voice, a demand for something neither of them could give.
When he pulled back at last, her lips were swollen, tinged red from where his teeth had marked her. She pressed a trembling hand against her mouth, terrified he’d lunge forward again.
Victor’s breath came ragged. “Will you still threaten to report me?” he said hoarsely. “Or have I proven my point p>
She glared up at him, eyes wide, one hand shielding her lips as if to guard them from another assault. “What’s happened to you?” she whispered. “You were never like this before p>
His expression softened-just a flicker, like moonlight passing through storm clouds. “Maybe you never really knew what I was p>
“Don’t,” she said quietly, shaking her head. “Don’t pretend this is about care. You’re just angry that you can’t control me p>
“Control?” he echoed, almost smiling. “No, Lana. I don’t want to control you. I just can’t stand watching
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He cupped her cheek, and this time his touch was almost gentle. “Don’t seek anyone else,” he murmured. if you need something, come to me. I’ll give you everything you crave. I’ll make you remember why no one else will ever be enough p>
Her face flushed scarlet, caught between rage and humiliation. “You’re insane,” she hissed. “You don’t even know what you’re saying p>
“I know exactly what I’m saying.” He dropped his voice to a whisper near her ear, his breath hot and unsteady. “You were happy last time, weren’t you? You melted beneath me, just like now p>
Her mind flashed back to that night-to the chaos, the whiskey, the scent of his skin and her own weakness. It had been supposed to mean nothing-a drunken mistake between ex-lovers bound by old debts. But he had turned it into something else, something dangerous.
She’d woken sore, breathless, and ashamed of how much she’d wanted him.
“That was an accident,” she said quickly, forcing the memory back. “And it’s not happening again p>
He smiled faintly, tilting his head. “And if I want it to happen again p>
She stiffened. “Then you’ll prove yourself the fool I never thought you were. You’re an Alpha, Victor-you know the laws. Force me, and you’ll face the Council yourself p>
For a moment, silence filled the room-thick, heavy, electric. Then he straightened, expression unreadable. The fury that had driven him seemed to falter, replaced by something hollow and cold.
“Always the threat,” he said quietly. “Always ready to bite when cornered p>
Lana’s pulse still raced, but her voice held steady. “And you should remember that before you ever try this again p>
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