Chapter 6
Chapter 6:
I stood between the two of them, confused.
Jason’s grip on me tightened; Ryder’s gaze was fixed on me, and he didn’t look like he was backing down anytime soon.
Ryder’s gaze hardened; his eyes were stormy, piercing, and intense as he glared at Jason.
Jason, on his part, wasn’t yielding. What on earth was happening? I couldn’t say a word; it was like I was in a trance.
“Look who’s back, Wolfless Jasmine.” Stephanie’s voice made them divert their gaze. She was flaunting her ring in my face.
I scoffed. “Happy engagement to my grumpy brother. You both suit each other.” With a stern glare, I removed my hands from Jason.
“Jasmine, wait!” Frustration flickered in his eyes as he called after me. A pang of guilt crossed his face. I could swear I saw that.
“How about that dance, Ryder?” I offered my hand to Ryder, and he brushed it with his lips, wrapping his arms around my tiny waist as he pulled me to the dance floor.
I could feel Jason’s intense gaze on us, but I didn’t care. He rejected me, humiliated me, and never once showed me love.
Ryder’s hands on my waist pulled me closer to his firm, masculine body. His intoxicating cologne, Midnight Eclipse, drew me in with its dark, seductive scent, like a moth to a flame. My heart raced, and my senses tingled.
“I could be your chaperone all day if you don’t want to talk to him,” his low, husky whisper sent shivers coursing through my veins like chilled wine.
I chuckled. “I’m not paying you for it, but thanks for offering p>
A low, throaty chuckle rumbled from his chest, soothing me. He swung me to the left, following suit as he caught me in his hands, the soft music still playing.
“So, tell me, what was a Lycan King, who I suppose was meant to be in the VIP section, doing out there in the dark?” I asked, trying to build a conversation as we danced. I wasn’t just going to pretend I hadn’t seen him there.
“Same reason a beautiful damsel was there. Do you believe she had the guts to attack a Lycan King? If that isn’t calling for a fight between two packs, I wonder what is.” He swirled me, his voice whispering in my ear as he pulled me closer to his body.
𝓛⍺𝕥𝒆𝕊𝓽 с𝒉αρ𝐭𝓮𝓇𝓈 gⲁⅼ𝓷𝗈ν𝓮𝗅𝗌﹒с𝑜ｍ
I stilled, realization dawning on me. Was it a threat? Had I started a fight without knowing? I didn’t even know he was a Lycan King before attacking; I acted out of self-defense.
“You wouldn’t tell on me, would you?” I pleaded, my eyes narrowing at his. His lips curled into a devilish smirk, and there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“On one condition,” he winked at me. Something in me knew there was more to his condition. Who was this guy? In such a short time, he made me realize I had a silent wolf, and now he was threatening me to strike a deal with him?
“What’s that? Brave or foolish, I found myself asking.
He swirled me again and then pulled me closer. This time, he tilted my chin up to make me look at him.
His firm hands rested on my waist, his cologne messing with my head, and his eyes enchanting me into his woven spell.
“Be mine!” he muttered, the two words ringing in my ears.
Cold shivers ran down my spine. There was something about those two words. Possessiveness, dominance—that was what they portrayed.
I really couldn’t tell if it was his seductive cologne that had me captured or his enchanting eyes. All I could picture at that moment were his firm lips on mine, claiming me, taking me right there.
The music suddenly came to a halt, bringing me back to my senses.