ELLA.
I had just stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air brushing against my damp skin as droplets of water trailed slowly down my face and neck. My hair clung lightly to my shoulders, still wet, still dripping faintly onto the floor.
For a mont, I just stood there, doing nothing but trying to breathe, trying to think and sohow, it was hard.
Everything had been happening too fast lately, too sudden, too overwhelming. I hadn’t even had the ti to process one thing before another was thrown at .
Three minutes.
That was all it took.
Three minutes after I agreed to divorce Alex, the papers had already been placed in front of , ready for my signature. It felt... unreal. Like everything had been planned long before I ever said yes.
But that didn’t matter now, what mattered was surviving this place.
Trying my possible best to avoid them—the triplets and most importantly...avoiding Bella’s wrath.
I might not be Theresa, but to her—I was and that alone was dangerous enough.
With a quiet sigh, I walked over to the dressing table and sat down. My movents were slow, careful, as I lifted one leg slightly and began applying lotion to my skin, my fingers moving absently as my thoughts wandered again.
But before I could even settle into that thought, the door swung open.
I froze instantly.
Seriously... do they all have a habit of not knocking?
My head snapped toward the door, my breath catching slightly as I saw him.
"Lurgard, what are you—"
I didn’t get to finish as he crossed the distance between us in two quick strides. Before I could react, his fingers brushed through my hair, pushing the damp strands gently away from my face. His other hand rested against the dressing table, caging in without even trying.
"Let help you," he muttered, his voice low.
"What?" I said, startled, imdiately pushing against him as I stood up. "No, you can’t!"
But it was like he didn’t hear .
Or maybe he simply chose not to.
His hand moved suddenly, grabbing my waist, pulling forward until my body collided with his chest.
I gasped softly at the contact, my hands instinctively pressing against him, but it made no difference.
He was too strong.
"Theresa," he said, his voice rougher now, "do you enjoy teasing ?"
Teasing?
"I’m not..." I tried to speak, tried to explain, but the words never ca out.
Because once again, he didn’t let finish. His lips crashed onto mine, cutting off completely.
The kiss was firm, demanding, leaving no space between us. My breath hitched instantly as the air was stolen from my lungs, his hold tightening slightly as though to keep from pulling away.
I struggled, even if only slightly but it barely made a difference.
My thoughts scattered, my heart racing uncontrollably as everything around blurred into that single mont, too intense, too overwhelming, too much.
And once again...I couldn’t breathe.
He pulled away suddenly.
The abrupt distance between us left the air thick and heavy, both of us breathing unevenly, our chests rising and falling as we struggled to steady ourselves. My lips parted slightly as I tried to catch my breath, my mind still spinning from what had just happened.
I didn’t understand it.
I didn’t understand what had co over at that mont.
But what unsettled the most...Was that I hadn’t wanted him to stop.
The realization hit quietly, shafully, settling deep in my chest where I couldn’t ignore it. My fingers twitched slightly at my sides as I tried to gather myself, to push away the lingering feeling that still clung to .
There was sothing about him.
Sothing that kept pulling closer, drawing in despite every warning sign screaming in my head. It wasn’t logical. It wasn’t sothing I could explain.
"Theresa..." Lurgard’s voice broke through the silence, softer now, almost uncertain. "I really do not want you to hate ," he said, his gaze fixed on , searching. "But I just can’t help myself."
I blinked, completely caught off guard by his words.
Hate him?
The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind, not in the way he seed to think. Everything about this situation was confusing enough already. Adding emotions I didn’t fully understand only made it worse.
"Alpha... Lurgard...?" I started, my voice uncertain, trailing off as I struggled to even understand what I was trying to say.
Before I could gather my thoughts, he moved.
"Sshhh." His fingers brushed lightly against my lips, silencing instantly.
The touch was gentle, almost careful,but it carried a strange weight, sothing that sent a sudden, unexpected shiver through . My heart skipped, then beat faster, uneven, as I stood there, caught off guard by how easily he had closed the distance between us.
"Don’t try to chase away, Theresa," he murmured, his voice low and controlled, but there was sothing beneath it, sothing deeper, as he swallowed hard, his expression shifting just slightly. "I will be sleeping here tonight."
For a second, I didn’t react.
I couldn’t.
It felt like I had heard him wrong.
Like my mind had twisted his words into sothing they weren’t.
What?
My eyes widened slightly as the aning finally settled in, slow but certain.
"No way!" I echoed quickly, the words coming out sharper than I intended as I instinctively took a step backward, creating distance between us, as if that alone could undo what he had just said.
My heart was still racing, my thoughts barely steady, and the mory of what had just happened lingered too strongly for comfort.
I already couldn’t control myself around him, even sothing as simple as a kiss had almost gone too far—far enough to make uneasy with myself.
If he stayed...If he remained this close, this present, this overwhelming...I didn’t trust myself and that scared more than anything else.
"No," I added again, firr this ti, shaking my head slightly. "You can’t stay."
Because if he did...I might lose control completely and one thing was clear, all this attention, and emotions wasn’t ant for , but her—Theresa.
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