Maria.
I was really fed up with his attitude.
What the hell was wrong with the quadruplet?
Why did he think he had the right to dictate who I could kiss and who I couldn’t?
The arrogance in his tone, the certainty in his commands, it made my blood boil. One minute he was accusing of going around kissing other Alphas, the next he was demanding I share his bed as if I were so possession to summon at will.
Sleep on the sa bed with him?
Soone who could easily accuse of anything at any mont?
The irony almost made laugh.
Who knows what story would spread if soone saw leaving his room at dawn? Who would they believe? The Alpha—or the girl already accused once before?
The thought alone made my stomach twist.
And as if trying to buttress his point—prove his dominance—he leaned in again without warning, stealing my breath away.
His lips crashed against mine, forceful and uninvited.
I tried pulling away, pushing at his chest, but he held onto firmly. His fingers tightened around my arms, anchoring in place as though my resistance ant nothing.
My heart pounded wildly, anger and sothing far more dangerous tangling together inside .
And my traitorous body....It responded.
The warmth of him, the strength in his grip, the familiarity of his scent wrapping around .
I hated it.
I hated how I felt toward them.
All of them.
The pull I didn’t ask for.
The bond I hadn’t even confird.
As far as I was concerned, I hadn’t agreed to anything. I hadn’t accepted them as mates. What if they had been lying all along? What if this so-called bond was nothing more than a strategy to keep bound to them?
To control ?
The thought made my chest tighten.
But it wasn’t just the kiss that angered .
It was his words.
"Tell ," he demanded after pulling back slightly, his voice rough with restrained fury. "What did Noah really give you?"
His eyes searched mine desperately, almost frantically.
What did Noah give ?
The answer ca instantly.
Love.
Respect.
Consideration.
Noah cared for . He valued my feelings so much that he apologized for stealing a kiss. He pulled away because he didn’t want to hurt . He didn’t bark commands or claim ownership over my body.
He asked.
He waited.
He chose .
But Adrien?
He couldn’t give that.
"Is it his body?" he asked, bitterness dripping from his voice.
For a mont, I couldn’t even process the insult.
His body?
Was he serious?
Was that truly how he saw ?
As soone swayed by flesh alone?
As soone so shallow that I would choose between them based on whose body felt better?
Anger consud whole.
It surged through my veins like wildfire, burning away the last traces of confusion or softness.
"Answer !" he yelled, his hands gripping my shoulders as he shook .
My head moved slightly from the force, but my eyes remained wide.
Shocked.
Not because I was afraid.
But because I couldn’t believe this was him.
This was the Alpha who claid I belonged to him.
The one who insisted I share his bed.
The one who accused of kissing other Alphas.
"Fine," he spat when I didn’t respond imdiately. "It seems it is his body, right? Alright then, I will give you mine."
What?
The word repeated itself in my mind, echoing louder with every passing second, like a hamr pounding against the walls of my skull. His words, the command, the tone, the intensity, felt like a slap across my chest. It wasn’t just a slap of indignation; it was the kind of shock that sent your whole body reeling, leaving your stomach hollow and your thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm.
He was offering himself like so kind of bargain. As if my heart could be won in so twisted competition of flesh, as though loyalty and love could be bartered for with nothing but desire and domination. The audacity, the raw, unsettling confidence, it left reeling.
I stared at him, eyes wide, disbelief settling heavily across my features. My mind tried to process what I had just heard, what I had just felt in the seconds since he had spoken, but it faltered under the weight of reality.
Was that really what this had co to?
A contest?
A claim?
A transaction?
Because it certainly felt like it. His words, his stance, his fire, it was all about possession, about a challenge to stake his claim.
He stood there, his chest rising and falling as he breathed hard, and I could see the raw emotion in his eyes. They weren’t soft. They weren’t warm. They weren’t filled with understanding or care. They were alight with sothing dangerous, sothing jagged: wounded pride, jealousy, hunger. His gaze was unyielding, fierce, and unrelenting, like he could burn right through if I dared to blink.
And in that mont, the difference between him and Noah beca painfully, achingly clear.
Noah had always been gentle, careful, aware of my boundaries, even when it ca to our fleeting, stolen monts. He had asked, he had waited, he had shown love in ways that required patience, trust, and respect.
Adrien? Adrien wanted to take. He wanted to claim. He wanted to bend reality to his will and make part of it, whether I wanted to or not. His approach was raw, primal, demanding, and it terrified , terrified not because I didn’t feel sothing stirring within , but because I could see how easily he could consu without pause, without thought.
Then he spoke again, his voice low, demanding, full of that sa tension that made my body quake even as my mind scread at to resist.
"Undress , Maria," he commanded.
The words were a physical blow. They slamd into my chest, knocking the air out of my lungs and leaving a cold panic in their wake. My mind spun. My heart pounded. My pulse raced as if my veins were pumping fire instead of blood.
I still hadn’t processed anything, and already he was asking to undress him.
I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I would never bring myself so low, not like this. Not under these circumstances, not when my thoughts were still tangled in anger, shock, and confusion.
"What—don’t you want to?" His voice sharpened, and suddenly he was close again, grabbing my hands, placing them against the fabric of his shorts with an audacity that made my stomach twist and my knees threaten to buckle. "Pull it! That’s what you want, right? Why hesitate now?"
His words, his presence, his confidence, it all made no sense. It made no sense that soone could be so demanding, so possessive, yet sohow so tantalizing, so utterly magnetic. I didn’t understand what had co over him, why he thought I would obey, why he assud my body would follow the desires of his words.
I opened my mouth, trying to find so rational response, so way to deflect, to stop him from crossing a line I wasn’t willing to cross.
"Alpha Adrien... can you just..." I began, voice shaking as I tried to steady my racing heart.
But before I could finish, he leaned in, and once again, stole my breath with a kiss.
A kiss that demanded my attention. A kiss that refused to give a mont to think. A kiss that wrapped around , locking in his presence, forcing my senses to abandon logic and surrender, if only for a fleeting second.
I froze, overwheld. My body betrayed , responding despite every fiber of my mind screaming resistance. The warmth of his lips against mine was electric, invasive, pulling every ounce of control from my body. I could feel the tension in his hands, the heat radiating from him, and even as panic rose in my chest, a small, involuntary shiver ran down my spine.
The audacity, the possessiveness, the sheer force of his will, it was intoxicating. Dangerous. Infuriating. Yet I couldn’t pull myself away, not entirely.
And in that mont, my mind raced. Questions collided with feelings I didn’t dare to admit aloud: Why does he act like this? Why do I feel...sothing despite myself? Why does my pulse betray even as my instincts scream to resist?
His lips pressed harder, demanding, claiming, and I realized with a jolt that no matter how much I wanted to resist, I was caught. Trapped in the storm of him, of his power, of his unrelenting presence.
And still, even as my body responded, even as I shivered against him, even as my mind tried to cling to reason, a part of recoiled. A part of refused to surrender fully.
Because I wouldn’t give him all of , not yet.
Not when so much of this, everything, felt like a test.
Not when I wasn’t sure where his desires ended and where his respect for began.
I gasped softly as he finally pulled back slightly, his lips hovering close to mine, his eyes burning into mine, waiting for compliance, waiting for submission, waiting for to obey.
I took a shallow breath, trying to regain control of the whirlwind he’d unleashed in , silently vowing that while my body might betray , my mind would remain my own.
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