Chapter 30
**JAKE'S POV:**
I woke up still sprawled across the couch, my muscles stiff from the uncomfortable position. I must have passed out here last night. My head throbbed slightly, and I rubbed my temples, trying to gather myself. Exhaustion clung to me like a heavy blanket, but I knew I had important duties to attend to. Being an Alpha was no easy task—it was relentless and draining, but the love I had for my pack kept me going.
After a quick shower, I checked the time. It was only 5 a.m. Still wrapped in a towel, I heard my name being screamed from down the hallway, and not in the way that usually excites me.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath.
"You!" Prisca’s voice echoed through the halls, and before I could react, she stormed into my bedroom. She was furious. Dressed in nothing but an oversized black band T-shirt, her legs bare and flushed with rage, she looked ready to kill me. Clearly, she hadn’t bothered putting on pants in her hurry to confront me about last night.
I leaned against the dresser, watching her. Even when she was angry, she looked adorable trying to be intimidating. I kept my face neutral. “Yes, it is I... Now, what is it that you want, little mate? I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
She marched toward me, her eyes blazing, and before I could blink, she punched me square in the chest. With her newly acquired werewolf strength, it actually stung a bit. "Don’t you dare play games with me, you jerk! How could you bite me like that, you psycho bastard?!"
I suppressed a chuckle. She had been given the werewolf books I had left for her to understand the mating process, yet she acted like she didn’t know what was going on. I crossed my arms. “Yes, I marked you. Is that a problem?”
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Of course it’s a problem, Jake! You can’t just go all psycho wolf on me and bite me without asking, you bipolar asshole! Who the hell do you think you are? I’m done with you and all this crazy werewolf shit!”
She turned as if to march out, swearing like a sailor. I had to stifle my amusement at how cute she looked when she was angry. “Listen,” I said, stepping forward, “I’m sorry I marked you without your consent last night. That wasn’t fair.”
That made her stop in her tracks. She turned to face me, clearly taken aback by my apology. Her mouth opened slightly, as if she didn’t know how to respond. I smirked. She hadn’t expected that.
“Well, I still don’t care! I’m done with your bullshit,” she sassed, rolling her eyes.
I raised an eyebrow, closing the distance between us in one smooth step. “Oh? So what exactly are you saying, little mate? You’re breaking up with me?” My voice was low and teasing, and I could see the confusion flicker across her face. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.
Her eyes narrowed, and she pouted slightly. “We were never together,” she mumbled under her breath, looking away in embarrassment.
I laughed, grabbing her hips and pulling her flush against my body. “Are you sure about that? Because from the moment I laid eyes on you, you were mine.”
“No,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice shaky.
“No?” I repeated, smirking as I tilted her chin up so she had to look into my eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing shallow, and I could feel her heartbeat quicken against my chest. She was so shy, so adorably flustered, she didn’t even realize I was still only in a towel.
“What were you going to do, Prisca?” I asked, my voice dropping lower as I gripped her chin more firmly. “Leave?”
Her lips parted, and she swallowed hard. “Can I?” she asked, though her tone was uncertain.
I scoffed and, without warning, lifted her off the floor, carrying her effortlessly toward the dresser. I set her down on the edge of the large table near my walk-in closet. She tried to wriggle away, but all she accomplished was knocking my towel loose, which fell to the floor. Her eyes widened, and she squealed, trying to look away. But I knew she’d seen the effect she had on me. My erection pressed hard against her thigh, and my self-control was hanging by a thread.
“If you ever try to leave me,” I growled softly, grabbing her chin again and forcing her to meet my gaze, “I’ll do very bad things to you... Do you understand, Prisca?”
Her eyes were wide, but she nodded quickly, her lips trembling slightly. I leaned in and kissed the fresh bite mark on her neck, the one I had imprinted on her last night. Her initial resistance melted away the moment I nipped at the mark, and she moaned loudly, her body reacting to the bond between us. That sound—God, it drove me wild.
I lost control and crashed my lips against hers, kissing her deeply, hungrily. She tasted sweet—so damn sweet—and I couldn’t get enough. Her legs opened wider, instinctively accommodating me as I pressed my throbbing erection against her lace-covered core. The more she moaned, the harder I ground against her, the primal side of me taking over. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her arousal soaking through her panties.
With one swift motion, I ripped her oversized T-shirt off, exposing her to me. She gasped, but there was no time for protest. I grabbed her hips and pulled her even closer, grinding faster, harder. Her body trembled, and I knew she was on the brink.
“Jake, I... ahh,” she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“I know, baby... Let go,” I whispered roughly in her ear, driving her toward the edge with each thrust of my hips. Her head fell back, her eyes rolling as she cried out my name, her body shuddering as she came hard.
I wasn’t far behind. I tore her bra off, my hands palming her breasts as I sucked and nibbled at her perky nipples, worshiping her body. She was so damn beautiful, so perfect. My eyes must’ve been pure black by now, filled with lust, as I lost myself in her. I thrust harder, feeling the tension in my body build until I reached my climax, groaning her name as I came, covering her panties and thighs with my release.
We were a mess—her body wet and sticky with both of our pleasure—but I didn’t care. I held her close, her head resting against my shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her skin was flushed, her lips swollen from our kiss.
“Hey,” I murmured, brushing a stray hair from her face. “Look at me, my beautiful mate.”
She lifted her head slightly, her cheeks still rosy from what had just happened. Her eyes flickered with embarrassment as she tried to cover herself, closing her legs and crossing her arms over her chest.
“I need to go,” she whispered softly, her voice trembling.
I chuckled, cupping her face in my hands. “You know I’ve seen everything already, right?” I teased, watching as her face flushed even redder. She looked like she wanted to disappear, and I couldn’t help but smile at how shy she was.
I kissed her forehead gently and stepped back. “I wasn’t lying when I said I have pack business to attend to, but I’ll see you soon. And Prisca,” I added, my voice dropping to a more serious tone, “don’t think about running. I meant what I said—I’ll do bad things if you try.”
She blushed furiously and quickly scrambled off the dresser, her legs trembling as she almost stumbled on her way out, still trying to cover herself with her arms.
How did I get so lucky to have such an adorable, shy little mate?
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