CHAPTER 2

An instant lust takes over, my core wet, wanting this male to rest between my aching thighs. He smells the room, his nose flaring sniffing to figure out my scent. This male does not understand it, my true essence. He takes another curt step towards me as though wishing to comprehend me; a sharp intake of breath escapes my lips. I welcome him promptly whilst my heart opens wide to embrace his but disappointment is swift to come to bound me.

The male shakes his head in denial and steps back as though he were fighting within himself. As though he is displeased with what the moon has gifted him with. No wolf saw our exchange, their heads bowed. His hands turn to clenched fists and his voice thunders in the hall making a few wolves whimper with dread.

"Why are you not kneeling female?" He questions, his voice unyielding and crisp.

Grasping what he said, I am pulled out of my trance and hesitate for a moment with an imperceptible tremble before answering him.

"I bow to no one but the moon," I respond baring to him the inner strength I possess and meet his flaming eyes without flinching. No one dares to mutter another word or raise their head yet I know they are waiting in anticipation. They are ridiculing my strength for they know this male shall make me submit.

The vigour and demand of his will radiate with almost tangible power. When he steps close enough, the heat that constantly radiates from him envelopes me and cages me to him.

Everything outside ceases to exist and in it only he and I remain. The entirety of my being leans towards him shamelessly. He has such a palpable effect on me from the heart and at the same time so irritating that it makes me lightheaded and weak.

His hands shake, a furious look burns in his eyes to his surging rage as he turns to mingle scorn and ponder. His wolf wishes to come forward to the surface to hold and meet me yet this male opposes it. I close my eyes and raise my chin, waiting for what would happen next. He inhales deeply his chest heaving calming himself before he delivers his truth.

"You will submit to me," He commands. The heat of his flesh nears whilst he drops a low breathless whisper to my left ear as though he were seducing and taunting me simultaneously.

"I shall make sure you submit, mate."

I tremble visibly to his words yet when my eyes flutter open, he has already sauntered past me. His wicked smile still lingering upon his godly face. Halting at the head of the table whilst his eyes wander through the wolves bowed down. "Rise." He orders, his authority surging and all the wolves jump to their feet briskly paying heed to his command standing upright in attention.

He is the King; the Alpha of Alphas. I shake my head in denial, finding myself drowning in the bite of command in his voice. A new weakness of mine I have discovered.

Whilst the Alphas' sit back upon their seats, the discussion commences at once. A smooth meeting that progressed wildly. The topic that took the crown was the rogue's invasion, which has grown to become a serious issue these days. The wolves present pay keen attention to my mate's words unwavering and engaged in the talk. Voices of discussion went one after another in the conference hall, every wolf spoke what they wished to. All except me.

I merely sat quietly in my seat and did not utter a word. I did not wish to be like this, but I just could not focus. I put in my every remaining energy to pay attention to what was going on but how could I when the male sitting next to me at the head of the table consumes my thoughts. I am sure to the other Alphas present I seemed like a scared, pathetic fool. Only the moon knows that all I could think of was how to get rid of the male to my side, who is a fatal temptation to me.

His scent wraps around the entirety of my being like thick vines, my eyes rake down his flesh filling me with sizzling lust only to be met with his cold pair of emeralds. I could not ignore the tingles that sparked throughout my body, it is a new feeling one that I have never experienced before.

My feast is halted by a low uncontrollable groan of want that slips from his thick red lips. I stare back at him in shock, yet I regret my courage the minute our eyes lock and make love. Slow painful torture he begins, ravishing my flesh with his dark eyes whilst he clutches onto his chair, knuckles turning white with his control as his pants tighten showing the hard length of him. Everything about him looks deadly erotic. I am bewitched. Saliva pools in my mouth, wanting a taste of what lies to be eaten before my eyes.

Go! Claim his as ours! My wolf pushes me from within digging into the depth of my mind. Her need to have her male soaring above any other thought.

Do not give in to his seduction, I reprimand myself. But my resistance is futile and in vain for I quickly realize that this male is my very own drug. Our bond is too strong to fight against. If I do not wish to get addicted to him, the best way to do so is to run. As far as I can and not get involved with him in any way.

I dig my nails into flesh, I mustn't lose control. Every single minute is pure torture. I am unaware of how long I had been controlling and suffering internally for when I heard the word "Dismiss", I could not help but let out a sigh of relief. The time has arrived. Time for me to run. To escape.

The wolves disperse swiftly like thick smoke as the meeting ends. I take in a deep breath as I rise from my seat praying he is held up by wolves to notice my departure. Yet before I could rush to the door, my wrist is grabbed by a large warm hand that spreads heat down my flesh.

"Stay." His deep rich voice bounds me.

"Alpha," Elriam calls out. She is cautious of this male, she sees no good in him. I offer her a weak nod and she listens instantly leaving, gifting us with the privacy we desperately need.

"Look at me," He commands. One that I cannot escape, a word from his mouth has me rooted to my spot leaving me immobile.

I clench my fist tightly seeking support from within myself and turn to where he stands. I refuse to meet his darkening eyes filled with raw hunger, for it is too dangerous. It would be a risk I would take knowingly for if I look he shall cage me beneath him.

My heart pounds under my ribcage racing heavily as the silence grows. There is no wolf present but us. The thought itself makes me apprehensive for I do not know what he plans to do but his scent that wraps its arms around me is quickly turning to be savage.

"I must go." I try to keep my voice calm whilst I struggle against his strong grip.

"Are you nervous?" He does not release me but merely pulls my body closer to his heat. A low gasp of surprise is quick to escape my lips, my chest heaving to my breathlessness.