Amelia slipped back into the palace through the back door as if she were a phantom, a silent shadow moving through the brightly lit halls.
Her presence, her aura, was different.
The world felt muted, the music a distant echo, as she absorbed the raw power of her first shift.
The second she stepped into the main party, the energy shifted.
She could feel the weight of countless eyes focused on her.
It wasn't just the partygoers, but something bigger, something ancient, that resonated with the energy of her transformation.
She couldn't tell whether it was because of her stunning appearance, the newly revealed radiance of her first shift, or perhaps the subtle shift in the energy of the Palace, but she felt the weight of their eyes boring into her soul.
Even the faintest glimmer in the room, the candlelight flickering in the corners, seemed to be aimed at her.
She couldn't be sure, but she felt as if her soul were exposed, as if her innermost secrets were being revealed.
It was both exhilarating and terrifying.
She decided to go to her former room, at least to get out of their stares.
The moment she stepped into the darkened room, her senses were flooded with a familiar scent, a scent that sent tingles down her spine and sparked a rush of heat through her veins.
It was the same intoxicating scent that had invaded her senses earlier, the same scent that had filled her with such conflicting emotions. She recognized it immediately, Jason's scent.
Layla yelled in her head *mate*
"No! No! No!" she thought, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe it.
She had never imagined that Jason could be her mate. His cruel behavior, his hateful words, it all seemed to contradict the concept of a soulmate, a bond that transcended all boundaries.
He had made her life a living hell.
The room was pitch black.
She decided to look for the light switch and see who her mate was. She wanted to prove Layla wrong - Jason wasn't her mate.
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Jason's perspective.
As Amelia stepped into the room, Jason watched her, his senses attuned to her every move. Everything about her, the gentle sway of her gown, the moonlight glinting off her skin, the subtle scent that trailed behind her, drove him wild.
He had thought she was in the woods, the image of her shifting into her wolf form, the way her skin shone in the moonlight, her hair cascading down her shoulders, an elegance that set him ablaze. She was so beautiful—a wild, untamed beauty that he had never seen before.
Or rather, chose not to see.
He couldn't control himself anymore. Just her scent, a heady, intoxicating aroma, was invading his skull. The sight of her drove him crazy. He felt his anger recede, replaced by an overwhelming and inexplicable lust.
He had watched her from the very second she came in.
As she entered into the palace, eyes seemed to be glued to her. She looked so enchanting.
She wore a gown of the purest white, flowing like a gentle steam under the soft glow of the moonlight.
The bodice intricately enobrioded with silver thread, sparkled like stars under the bright night sky.
The dress, hugging her hourglass figure perfectly. Delicate lace sleeves caascade down her arms whispering elegance in every move.
She looked so damn gorgeous. He felt this urge pin her to his bed and fuck her all night.
What is wrong with him?
Why couldn't he stop thinking about her?!!
Damn it! Just the sight of her made his hate disappear.
Her scent filled the Palace hall as Zane growled possessively in his head.
What is happening?!!
He watched from the far corner he was as Daniel held her
hand.
She looked uncomfortable.
Did something happen?!!
Why am he so concerned?
He watched the locked hands and noticed that it was Daniel holding her and she didn't hold him back.
It looked like she was angry at Daniel.
Just the thought of that made him really happy
He watched as she walked away to a corner.
She watched performers perform their performance
At Some Point, She looked really bored.
He ordered the waiter to give for the most expensive juice meant for special quests.
She took the juice from the waiter and sipped a little at a time,As if afraid to stain her sparkly white dress
She slipped out of the party to who-knows-where.
He decided not to follow her.
He really need to understand what on earth was happening to him.
Immediately she left, It was like a part of he
was empty.
He craved her presence and it's Insanely crrazy.
He craved her body.
Her scent.
He couldn't take this anymore.
He decided to go her former room in the Palace. At least it had her scent in it .
It wasn't in the maid quaters as it was supposed to be.
It was in the room next to Lily's room.
His father really likes this girl. He treats her so kindly, always comparing her and her, always telling him shits about being
kind, caring and humble.
It made him hate her more.
But right now, He just couldn't think about hating her.
He opened on door of her room
It was devoid of her existence in this nom.
But her scent, was a prove of her existence.
Every inch of her room smelled like her.
He put off the lights and sat in the darkness Inhaling her scent.
He sat there for a few minutes until I started to tour her room.
One of his special abilities was to see in the darkness.
He went around the room a few times until he stopped by the window.
He heard a howling sound in the woods that sounded like melody in his ears.
The howling sounded like an excited howling- like a wolf having it's first swift
Then it struck him -Amelia just turned 18 today and he was dead sure it must have been her he had heard.
After a few minutes, he saw her emerging from the woods.
Right! - It was her...
She looked different. She looked like she had been reborn.
Her skin shone brightly under the moonlight.
Her hair casading down her shoulders and back
Her movement screamed elegance.
If she had been hot before, then right now,,She's the queen of hotness.
He drooled at her as her white flowing gown faded away.
The anticipation, the lust that he felt as he sensed her walking towards the room, it all was so consuming.
He felt the heat build within him, his body responding to her presence. He felt a sense of urgency—a need to claim her, to make her his, to erase the memories of his past cruelty.
After a few seconds, heard the door open.
He gazed at the door and saw her there. She stood there for a few seconds before He saw her looking for the light switch.
Guess not everyone can see in the dark. He didn't want her to put on the light.
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Back to Amelia's perspective
Just as she was about to find the switch, She felt someone come closer to her room.
She immediately tried to get out.
He quickly reached for her and pinned her to the wall.
Then Zane said something that made him gasp internally
*mate *
Damn! He knew it. She was his mate. He didn't expect that but something made me happy by hearing those words.
Her face was just inches away from his.
He felt her heart race when she heard what Zane said.
The moment he felt her touch brush against him, a primal instinct took over.
"You're mine." He whispered those words as he pulled her close, his voice a velvety, dangerous whisper. He saw her eyes widen with fear. It seemed to fuel him.
Her reaction—the way her body trembled, her resistance, her scent, it fueled the fire of his desire.
He dipped his head close to hers, his warm breath against her skin. Layla, her wolf, responded with an insistent growl in Amelia's mind: "Mate!"
The next second, she felt something crash against her.
He didn't wait for her permission.
He didn't care for her fear.
His passion, the raw intensity of his being, took over.
He was powerful, commanding, relentless.
Her kissed her.
She tried to follow the rhythm of "Her mate's" Kiss, even if she hadn't seen his face yet,to surrender to it, but it was too much, too overwhelming.
She moaned into his mouth, surrendering to the torrent of emotions that swept over her.
Instinctively, she wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him closer, as if to hold onto something stable amidst the chaos that threatened to consume her.
Their tongues wrestled for dominance, her body responding with a fierce passion, an intoxicating desire that she had never experienced before.
It left her confused, surprised, afraid.
This wasn't what she expected.
His hands roamed around her body, his touch a burning ember.
He trailed his hands up her thighs, the feel of his fingers against her satin gown a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded them.
He traced a path with his hands, and Amelia felt the warmth of his touch through her clothes.
He made it to her hips, his touch lingering there.
Her heart pounded against her ribs, faster, faster, faster.
The heat of his desire intensified.
She was so horny, it was intoxicating, and all she felt was a primal longing for more.
He left her hips as he trailed kisses down her neck, sending shivers of unbridled pleasure down her spine.
His lips traced a path of fire, igniting a passion she never imagined she could feel. She felt her body quiver with an energy she couldn't control, a sensation so intense that it sent her reeling.
He groaned, "Damn, you taste so good," he said in a low husky voice that somehow sounded familiar.
He reached for her zipper. He wanted to füçk her real bad.
His hand, rough against the delicate silk of her gown, brought a shiver through her.
Amelia's eyes snapped open, caught between disbelief and an insatiable longing.
Her mate, his hands moving with an urgency that mirrored the storm brewing within her, was about to take her.
Her mind raced. Did her mate just want to have sex with her or what?!!
She had just met him, She didn't even know how he looked like, and now he was lusting after her as though their connection were a foregone conclusion.
She had to figure out if this was an awful dream, or if it was an unbearable nightmare.
"Why am I so out of control?" she thought, a wave of confusion and self-doubt washing over her.
She felt as if she had been thrown into a whirl of disarray, a world where her usual sense of control had vanished, replaced by a dangerous longing.
"Don't worry about it Amelia. I won't hurt you," he whispered, his voice husky and potent, a promise that was as dangerous as it was seductive. His words seemed to soothe her, yet they also filled her with dread.
Amelia, caught between her own desire and the fear that her mate would only use her, felt a wave of resistance building within her.
She was going to make a choice. Would she surrender? Or would she resist?
He leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, "You'll never have to fear me again. I'm here to protect you, Amelia." His voice was a seductive siren song, a melody that drew her closer, even as her fear took root within her.
Her body quivered with desire, the raw heat of their connection burning through her veins.
She tried to push him away, but she felt an overwhelming desire to give in, to lose herself in the heat of their connection.
Then, as if to emphasize the irony of the situation, Layla, her wolf, responded with an insistent growl in Amelia's mind: "Mate!" She wanted to give in, to surrender to him, to explore this intoxicating connection that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Amelia stumbled backward, her back striking the wall, her heart pounding against her ribs, her breath catching in her throat. She closed her eyes, fighting the wave of desire that threatened to consume her.
"Think! Think! Think!" she urged herself.
She could feel Jason's hands finding their way to her hips, his touch sending a dangerous fire through her veins.
She wanted to push him away, yet her body seemed to be betraying her, a primal longing for him pulling at her, a yearning that was as powerful as it was terrifying.
Just as she was about to give in, to surrender her body and soul to him, a wave of clarity washed over her.
She needed to know who was in the room, to know what was happening.
Amelia snapped out of her trance, the realization hitting her like a slap.
She quickly found the light switch and switched it on. The room, illuminated by the sudden burst of light, revealed its secrets.
The sight that greeted Amelia made her gasp as she looked at him, her eyes wide with disbelief and terror.
"JASON!" Her voice trembled as she finally recognized the person she had been kissing. She could hardly believe it.
A wave of shock surged through her, a dizzying blend of emotions, and most importantly an overwhelming sense of despair.
Jason, the guy who had made her life a living hell, the guy she had hated with a ferocity that felt almost primal, was her mate?
The kiss, the raw passion that had swept over her, it all made sense now.
Layla was right.
It was Jason.
And her entire world, a world in which she had carefully built her defenses, had been shattered in a single instant.
"What is wrong with me?" she thought, "Am I cursed?"
A new wave of fear, a deeper fear, seized her. What would this mean? How could she possibly love a person who had caused her so much pain? Who had made her life a series of nightmares.
Before she even had a chance to process all the confusing emotions swirling within her, Jason moved closer, his gaze intense, his lips curved into a smirk.
"You can't escape me," he said, his voice low and husky, his words a promise that filled her with apprehension.
She could see the lust in his eyes, the hunger, the desire to claim her.
She tried to take a step back, her heart pounding in her chest, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her.
He had a wild look in his eyes—a look that sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to scream, to run, to make him disappear, but she couldn't.
Jason's hand reached for her, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She could smell his scent, a mixture of passion and something dark and dangerous.
"Why?" he asked, his voice a low growl, "Why would you do this to me? What are you doing to me?"
He pressed his body against her, trapping her against the wall, his hands cupping her face. His voice, when he spoke, was soft, a husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, Amelia."
His words were a cruel mockery of the pain he had inflicted upon her for years.
He couldn't possibly understand the torment he had caused her—the endless nights haunted by nightmares, the constant fear of what he might do, the weight of the anger that consumed her.
She pushed him away, her fingers digging into his chest, her gaze locked upon his.
She could feel the heat radiating from his body.
She could feel the tremors of his desire—a desire that she was no longer able to ignore, a desire that was so powerful that she was starting to feel desperate.
Her anger rose within her, a rage ignited by years of pain and humiliation.
"You made my life miserable, Jason! You've made me a prisoner in my own home! You've tortured my soul. And now I find out that you're my mate? Do you even care? All you want is to take what you want, to satisfy yourself. You think you've earned the right to my body, to my soul, because of some stupid connection that you can't control!" she snarled, each word a blade piercing his arrogant confidence.
"Amelia," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress, but his hand found her neck, his fingers gently caressing her jawline— a seemingly gentle touch that sent a jolt of fear through her.
"You know I cannot help myself!" His touch was a subtle reminder of his control over her, a reminder of the power he wielded.
"Please," he begged, his voice a pleading tone that only served to fuel her growing fury.
"Please stay still and let me take you, it won't hurt you."
She wanted to scream, to unleash her fury, but a wave of confusion swept over her.
This was her mate; this was the man destined to be by her side for eternity. She couldn't hate him, but she couldn't love him either, not now.
She couldn't hide from the intensity of their connection.
She couldn't ignore the undeniable fact that he was her mate.
But she wasn't ready to forgive him, to accept him.
"You might be my mate, but I hate you, Jason!" she said, her voice sharp and cutting, her words filled with the venom of her pain.
With a final, enraged gesture, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving him standing there, his gaze locked on the door, a mixture of desire, confusion, and a tiny hint of anger flickering within his eyes.