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All of this is such a foreign concept to me. No one, besides my dad and Delilah, has ever cared for my well-being. No one.
And here is this gorgeous alpha with tousled honey-colored hair, deep golden eyes, and a face and body that look like they’ve been chiseled straight out of a marble statue by a sixteenth-century sculptor, asking about how I’m doing when he’s got an entire harem running around his estate.
“I ate a few bites,” I admit.
He sighs, sitting back. “I’ll send food up to you.”
“Wait!” I jackhammer upright and grab at his arm before he can slip off the bed. “Where are you going?”
He blinks at me with slightly widened eyes that soon soften. His fingers come up to drag along my skin, this time my bare arm and up to my shoulder. It seems he’s more of a touchy-feely alpha, liking that physical connection rather than having a long, drawn-out conversation.
“I have to attend to some things with my pack. I will be at the ball tonight. You’ll come too, right?”
I hesitate.
In reality, I really should be telling him absolutely fucking not. Especially if it means watching over 100 females throw themselves at his feet. But then again…being away from my mate has felt like complete torture.
“We can meet after the ball,” he says, catching my uneasiness. “Just you and me.”
I swallow thickly. “Really?”
It feels like a trap. I know it shouldn’t be, but I’m so used to things kind of going my way, only for them to be snatched right out from under me at the last moment. It’s always been Daniel’s favorite game to play.
“Yes.” He cups my face. “I want to see you, Grace.”
My body practically melts into his touch.
Damn, he’s got me good. If this is all a game to him, then I’m fucking screwed. Because there’s nothing I, or my wolf, can do to stop him.
“Okay. I’ll be there.”
He grins. “Excellent.”
***
Music fills the ballroom, drowning out most of the chatter from the girls nearby. I’ve stuck myself in a corner again, though this time it has a good view of the entire hall, so I can keep an eye on everyone moving together as they dance. My eyes catch Delilah a few times while she’s twirled around on the dance floor by a couple of suitors, her smile infectious.
A part of me wishes I could be out there with her, enjoying the festivities. Coming here was supposed to be my chance to forget my troubles back with Andromeda and let myself experience true freedom for the first time.
Except now I’m too self-conscious to do any of that, and too wrapped up in my own head about Theodore, who’s been doing nothing but flirting with a couple of the females from a pack close to Andromeda while others linger around the outskirts of the group, just waiting to get a piece of him.
It’s so frustrating to watch, but I just have to keep reminding myself about what he told me. He seemed so eager to meet with me after this, so…shouldn’t I be too?
Maybe I’m taking all of this to heart too much.
Obviously he has to play nice and socialize-if he chose to ditch the party again, it would look incredibly suspicious.
My stomach squeezes when Theodore takes the hand of one of the females and spins her out onto the dance floor, a whole section of it clearing immediately just for him to dance privately with his date.
Ugh, I can’t do this.
I turn and march out the doors, feeling my own shame wash over me. I won’t ever be the person he’ll pull out onto the dance floor like that. I’m just a nobody with a scarlet letter branded to my forehead from the misdeeds of my father.
I gather the ends of my dress and head up the stairs to my suite. Alone time to settle my thoughts will do me some good. After all, I’ve got probably another few hours before I can sneak off to find Theodore.
Which…where am I even going to meet with him? We never did get around to discussing that.
Fuck, I’m so stupid. Why did I ever think this would work?
Stripping out of my dress the second I shut the door behind me, I sigh into the empty room. Delilah won’t be back for a few hours, so I’ve got the place to myself.
My eyes glance over at the slightly parted door to the bathroom. Actually, a bath sounds nice.
There’s a sharp knock on my door that has me spinning around and clapping a hand to my chest. Breathing out quickly, I grab a spare robe hanging just inside the bathroom door and throw it on before heading over to the door.
Did Delilah leave the party early?
Opening the door, I’m met with the last person I expect to see-giving me d?j? vu all over again.
Theodore is panting as he stares at me, leaning against the doorframe. “Grace.”
He left the party?
He came after me.
He grabs me by the jaw, pushing me through the doorway and turning me in order to press me up against the wall. His lips crash into mine, kissing me in a heated frenzy that immediately sets my body on fire and has my thighs clenching together.
There’s a soft growl that emits from his chest, a rumble that tells me his wolf is right at the surface, barely being contained while his tongue thrusts into my mouth and tastes every single inch of me.
I don’t get any time to react before he rips his mouth away from mine, a wild look in his eyes as he asks, “Have you been waiting for me?”
“Yes,” comes my instant answer.
He lifts me up off my feet the next second, bringing me over to the bed.
I’m laid out onto my mattress, the tie around my robe ripped apart and parted for him.
A soft gasp escapes me when he runs his hands along my body, touching me everywhere he can, with hunger brewing in his eyes.
“I want you,” he tells me, licking his lips. “So I’m going to have you.”
My stomach churns in a pleasant way. Being taken like this-practically like I’m owned-feels incredible. It feels right.
“Then have me.” My words come as a whisper.
Instantly, I’m flipped onto my stomach and my robe is pulled the rest of the way off me and tossed somewhere onto the floor behind me. I hear the distinct sounds of Theodore ripping his own clothes off, his skin hot against mine when he climbs back onto the bed and mounts me.