Filed To Story: Luna Riannon and Alpha Brayden Novel
It’s out of my control! The wolf was already tired of her complaining. / can’t control dreams, Astrea. It doesn’t work like that. Besides- is it that bad?
Waking up from extensive climaxing wasn’t actually the worst thing in the world, but at the same time, it was torture. Everything in regards to the Rogue King was.
Nothing changed. He was still her target. She would have to kill him sooner or later. It didn’t matter how incredibly hot he was or how he made her laugh with just one word or that smirk of his. It was wrong to be that invested in thinking about him. She was a professional.
Her last mission was just an emotional slip. This won’t happen again. Not when her freedom and Niki’s life were both on the line.
“Fenrir, what do I do with you?” she groaned, falling back to bed.
“Anything.” The Rogue King’s voice rumbled through the room, and she jumped up again, gasping. “Especially when you look like this.”
Astrea found his glowing eyes in the darkness instantly
“What are you doing here? How dare you!” she tried to find something to cover herself, which only made him chuckle as he strolled in without permission. She stopped her search, realising that he had already seen her wearing less than her silk lace slip from the time he’d found her in his room.
Each day he took her on a city tour, and each day she tried to test his patience in one way or another. However, they never spoke about the kiss that happened on that bridge in Solace, and he had never tried to get a second one out of her. Which made her feel… puzzled. Frustrated, even.
Why wasn’t he trying anything? Hed behaved as if he was a mere tour guide for almost a week, distancing himself from her emotionally and making her question her sanity.
She provoked him many times, not because it was required for her mission, but because she simply couldn’t help herself. He’d ignored every attempt, acting like the perfect gentleman and annoying the hell out of her.
And now he pranced into her room in the middle of the night? She wanted to make him regret it!
“How dare I?” Fenrir raised a brow at her, not at all bothered by the glares she shot his way. “First of all, it’s my house.
Second, I feel obliged to check on you when you call my name.”
“I didn’t call you-” She started, but stopped talking the moment she realised that it was possible.
“Oh, you did!” he insisted with a c.ocky grin. “Loud and clear. Please, Fenrir! Please!” and other similar niceties.”
The rogue imitated the tone just as she remembered it from her dream, and now Astrea was happy that it was still dark in the room.
“I was sleeping,” she gritted her teeth and stood up, walking towards him.
“So, you were dreaming about me?” The corner of his lips tilted upwards slightly, and she wanted to wipe that smirk off his handsome face once and for all.
“Who says it was you? Fenrir is a popular name as far as I know,” she pursed her lips. “I know of at least ten guys with that name!*
“Liar!” He snorted and stepped closer.
“I never lie!” she lied through her teeth, backing away. “And it wasn’t the type of dream that your sick mind is imagining!”
Another lie.
“Sure, Menace, I believe you.” Fenrir, however, didn’t plan to retreat, advancing towards her. He was now so close that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
Just like in the dream…
Astrea didn’t realise how close to her bed she was until she stumbled on the edge and fell back onto the softness of her sheets, with Fenrir chuckling, watching her struggle.
Breathing ragged, she looked left and right in search of anything to save her from embarrassment.
Her gaze caught on the gleam created by the moonlight falling onto the crystal on her bedside table. The one she kept close since she got here because Fenrir told her to…
“Oh, Shimmering Goddess!” She gritted her teeth in realisation and snapped her eyes back at the Rogue King, whose smirk was now gone. “You didn’t!”
“I have no idea what you are talking about!” He shook his head. “I just came to check on you, and you seem fine!
Good night!”
He was already at her door when she screamed at him, ” Fenrir! Does this damn crystal have anything to do with the dreams I’ve been having?”
“No,” he stretched the word in an unusually high-pitched, for him, tone, “Of course not!”
She grabbed the crystal and stormed his way, shaking it in his face, “Did you give me some kind of….. weird s*x crystal?
“That’s a Nightmare’s horn! I told you that!” he tried to keep his face straight. “It suppresses the foreign magic on you.”
“And..?” She arched her brow expectantly. There had to be more.
“It may or may not have some.. side effects,” he finally admitted
“So, it makes me see you f***ing me every damned night?” she hissed. “In every way imaginable! You sick Eastern-“
“Whoa! It’s not supposed to do that!” Now his face was straight, and she choked on her own words. “Is that what you’ve been seeing?”
He furrowed his brows, and she realised that if he was still messing with her, he had to be the best actor in the world.
Much better than she was.
“No!” Now her voice was high-pitched, and she swallowed hard, licking her dry lips.
Fenrir’s gaze traced her every move, and a heavy sigh escaped him right before he pinned her to the wall, looming over her with his imposing stature.
“Let me make this clear, once and for all,” his voice was low and husky, “I don’t need to make you have dreams about me to get you into my bed. It’s not as hard as you think for an experienced man to seduce a virgin, even if she is a big bad assassin like you are. It just so happens that I know everything there is to know about you, and you don’t have a clue about who I really am, so this will never work unless-“
His voice broke, and her breath wavered unsteadily. The world around them stopped spinning, the wind stopped blowing, and even the shimmering stars froze, expecting his next words to change everything.
“Unless what?” she whispered her question, looking straight into his eyes and seeing flames in them. It wasn’t the usual glow she knew from other shifters. The flames flickered and danced like a mesmerising inferno, enchanting Astrea and making her unable to break free from the pull of this man.
“Unless you choose to stay with me forever. Here. In Solace.
“Fenrir’s face maintained an unwavering composure.
“Is that a joke?” It had to be.
“No.” He didn’t hesitate one bit, his eyes still locked with hers. “Stay here with me, and I am yours. I will do all those things you saw in your dreams and more. I will protect you, fight for you, kill for you, do whatever you want me to do.
But it has to be your choice.”
“Fenrir-” She was lost for words. She expected anything but this.
He was so close, so warm, so alive, so god-damn good-looking, but all of this came absolutely out of nowhere. They’d known each other for barely a week. And she had never met a man she could trust before. Not like this. Not with everything.
“I-“
She was about to say that she couldn’t before he stopped her.
“Get dressed. I need to show you something today.” He stepped back slowly as if it was painful for him to distance himself from her, and she still didn’t know if it was in jest or if he was serious. He did, however, pause at the door again.
“I will wait for you in the car.”
Despite not knowing how serious he was, she dressed in record time, choosing an appropriate outfit for once. A white flowing dress and a scarf.
It was still dark when she left the mansion and saw him waiting for her, just as he’d promised. He drove her to the rocky part of the desert, where a chain of mountains was decorating the scenery.
Fenir didn’t talk much, just like the last five days, only answering yes, no or dry, boring facts to her questions.
A part of her wanted to explode. He couldn’t drop a bomb like that on her and then play the silent game. This wasn’t right.
Another part of her, however, didn’t want to raise the subject.
She couldn’t stay. There was Niki. And all those plans to travel the world, tasting her freedom for the first time. She couldn’t.
Not for a man she barely knew.