Chapter 1 The Mysterious Stranger

• ~YULIA
• It was my mother's funeral today.
• And I had watched helplessly as they put her body in the ground, sealed it so that we were separated forever and I would never see her again.
• Thus, in an attempt to drown in my sorrows and wallow in self pity, I had wound up in Club Purple.
• Giving in to the alcohol, allowing myself to get drunk— was the only way I felt I would be able to get through the pain of losing her.
• They say you only realise the value of something until you lose it.
• I let out a sad laugh as I thought of all the times I argued and rebelled against her. All the times I told her I hated her. All the times I screamed at her that she wasn't even my real mother, that I was just a child she adopted and she had no rights to boss me around.
• Now I was regretting it all.
• I wished that I could turn back the time and at least get to tell her how much I loved her, how much I missed her and wanted her to be here right now.
• I wiped away the tears that had escaped my eyes again and downed another glass of tequila.
• "Need a refill?" The kind bartender asked.
• I gave him a small smile as I nodded at him. Getting high was the only way to escape the pain.
• The bartender poured me another glass and I was about to down it again when my phone buzzed.
• It was Mr Rogers, my mother's lawyer.
• "Where are you, Yulia? You have me worried!" He exclaimed impatiently.
• I rolled my eyes at his voice. "What do you want?"
• "We were supposed to have a talk right after the funeral. I know it is hard for you but we need to have that talk now."
• "I don't need a guardian, Rogers. I am eighteen. I can take care of myself!"
• I cut the call immediately and logged him into ’Do not disturb.' The old man was beginning to get on my nerves at this point.
• The last thing I wanted was some foster parent when I had just lost the only parent I ever knew. I hardly even got along with my adoptive mother, what was the guarantee that I was going to get along with this parent?
• I gulped down my tequila and it was at this point that my vision began to blur.
• "Shit," I cursed.
• I was already intoxicated by the alcohol.
• ‘We should leave,’ Yara— my wolf warned from within me.
• I shook my head in response and was about to pay with my phone when a sudden chill instantly erupted at the pit of my core.
• I released a shocked shiver as I turned my eyes toward the entrance of Club Purple.
• That was when I saw him.
• A man with eyes so green they made my wolf stir with desire. I swallowed hard as I took in his build.
• He was like a shadow of danger. Everything about him screamed death but in a dangerously enticing way.
• He had on loose pants that complimented his towering height. Followed by a tight dark shirt that showed off his perfectly carved body. He looked older than I could ever be yet unaging, probably around his thirties or more if he was a werewolf.
• A werewolf could be way over fifty and still look as if he was in his late twenties.
• It was at that moment that our eyes met and I flinched. I looked away instantly as another shiver ran down my spine.
• I turned to the bartender immediately and swallowed hard. The last thing I wanted was that harbinger of danger coming my way because I knew I would not be able to resist him.
• I was easily drawn to dangerous things.
• I released a shaky breath and told myself that if I stayed with my back turned away from him, he would get the message and move on. After all, it was not like a man as hot as him would be interested in a young adult like me.
• He was probably into hotter women with insane curves.
• "Hey. . ." A dangerously sexy masculine voice suddenly reached my ears— dragging me out of my thoughts and I froze just as my wolf stirred with desire.
• I turned instantly only to be met with those same forest green eyes that had rumbled my soul earlier.
• I blinked at him, still surprised that the hot stranger was actually sitting with me and talking to me.
• "You're not from around here, are you?" I asked instead.
• He smirked. "Is it that obvious?"
• My eyes subconsciously ran over his hair. They looked a wet mess which gave me the urge to run my fingers through them.
• And of course, my eyes moved to the exposed part of his chest. The skin underneath looked moist and I wanted to run my hands over all of his bare body.
• Shit! Where the fuck were all these thoughts coming from?
• What was happening to me?
• Yara on the other hand could not stop dancing with desire.
• I had never once met a man I badly wanted to fuck on the spot!
• "It is," I managed to say.
• "What would you like to have, sir?" The kind bartender asked.
• I looked at the strange man again.
• "What the beautiful lady is having and refills for her too."
• The bartender nodded before pouring us each a glass.
• I instantly downed mine like I had been doing before to hide my now flushed face.
• This man had fucking called me beautiful!
• "Having a bad day?" He asked, gesturing at the way I drank so fast.
• Thus I thought of my mother again. "You have no idea."
• "That makes two of us," he whispered. Then he downed his glass, imitating me. "Best for us to enjoy each other's company since we can relate to the pain."
• I shot him a wide glare at this point and he held my gaze before his eyes began to travel down the rest of my body.
• I was wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of pants. Completely plain clothes yet the way that he looked at me, it felt as if he was undressing me.
• I saw myself in his arms, his lips on my skin and his cock buried within me.
• My mouth instantly went dry.
• What the fuck was happening to me?
• "Are you trying to seduce me?" I suddenly blurted out.
• He laughed. My question had caught him off guard. And when he finally stopped laughing, he scooted closer to me and ran his fingers over my cheeks.
• "Do you want me to?"
• Electric sensations instantly scattered across the area and traveled down to my legs.
• How was it even possible? How could a simple touch from him make my body react this much?
• "I'm eighteen. And you're obviously older than me," I whispered instead, hoping to discourage him.
• But he smirked. "Don't you want to find out how a man as old as me can satisfy a woman as young as you?"
• I widened my eyes at him. He was daring me to play with fire.
• At this point, Yara was going into a frenzy within me. She was burning with desire and I doubted if I could keep her at bay long enough.
• She wanted him.
• I wanted him too.
• But I could never openly admit that.
• "Let's dance and let me show you how I can make you forget," he whispered into my ears instead.
• With that, he rose to his feet and offered me his hand.
• Every reasonable voice within me screamed at me to stay away from him. But my wolf and the other half of myself was roaring, salivating for him.
• ‘Accept him!’ Yara growled.
• I sighed in defeat at the end as I gave him my hand. "Fine, let's dance."
• He smiled in satisfaction as he pulled me up and led me to a spot where it was less crowded and a bit secluded.
• He stopped and backed me up against the wall so that he was towering over me in the dancing red-purple lights.
• "I thought we were dancing," I whispered.
• He chuckled before taking both my hands and gently placing them over his shoulders. Then he leaned down to my left ear.
• "We are. . ." He whispered. "But ours is a different and slow dance."
• And my body began to heat up with need just from the sound of his husky whispers.
• His hands rested on my waist as he began to move us slowly to the sound of the sensual music.
• "Just go with the flow. . ." He added.
• That was when he began to plant soft gentle kisses on my neck. It made my core erupt with emotions.
• It felt crazy, dangerous and enticing at the same time.
• This wasn't right.
• How could I be feeling this way for a man I just met?
• An older man at that!
• His hands started traveling over my body, provoking more sensations, assaulting my body with feelings I had never felt before.
• "I want you. . . Baby. . . You smell so fucking good, it's messing with my senses," he whispered.
• "This makes no sense, you're a stranger," I managed to say in a weak voice.
• "Yet it feels as if my wolf has known yours forever. . ."
• I stopped and looked up at him. "Who are you?"
• He smirked as he tucked my stray hair behind my ear. "I am yours. . ."
• Then he crashed his lips against mine.
• I should have pushed him away. I should have been disgusted. I should have been angry that he kissed me without my consent.
• But I was none of that.
• Instead, I was shocked by the instant fire that came alive inside of me for him. It was as if I had started burning for him. Like I existed to be with him.
• My soul came alive with a desire so strong it threatened to cripple my soul. My body started trembling as my hands shot up into his hair and his hands touched me everywhere.
• And when he deepened the kiss and dug his tongue into my mouth, I lost all my senses.
• I became his to please and that was what terrified me the most.
• I was already completely lost in his charms when my phone suddenly buzzed in my pants.
• I jumped instantly and pulled away from him. I stared at him wide eyed as I tried to catch my breath.
• "I— I need to go. . ." I managed to say.
• He looked at me in shock. "You're leaving? Why? Did I do something wrong?"
• But my tremors only intensified. I was afraid to stay even a second longer because I knew that there would be no stopping me from giving in.
• "I'm sorry. I have to go!" I cried and turned instantly.
• Then I broke into a run.
• "Wait! You didn't even tell me your name!" I heard him call.
• "Neither did you," I answered and ran out the exit door.