Chapter 1 Making A Decision

• Knowing what I want to do, I freshen up and smile at the box in the middle of the bed, which looks like a monster to me, well, to my father. My phone keeps ringing, but I don't answer it. The last thing I want is to marry an alpha that I don't know and I can't allow myself to be handed over like an object just because that's what he wants.
• If I really have to get married, I will do it after giving myself to the man I love. If my fiancé doesn't like it, he can cancel the engagement. I won't be bothered. So, whatever the outcome, they won't get what they want.
• 'With this tiny piece of clothing inside the box, I will send a clear message that I will be obedient to his command, but that doesn't mean my virginity is for whoever my father wants, and whoever I give it to, I will enjoy doing so,' I tell myself mentally.
• "I will make my own decisions because it is my life that I am living, not theirs," I say firmly as I grab the tiny piece of lingerie that barely covers anything.
• Confidently, I put on the underwear that hides between my buttocks, then put on the straps and stockings that come with the tiny panties I'm wearing, and then finish getting dressed.
• Ready, I walk to where my perfumes are, to put on a little and take the glass bottle containing the potion that makes me normal in a normal world.
• "Honey, I'm here," Lake says, knocking on the door.
• Already ready, I grab my bag and put a little of the potion in it, just in case something extraordinary happens. Ready, I open the door and the man in front of me opens his eyes in surprise, then takes my hand and makes me spin.
• "Why do you always do this?" I say, turning around with his hand on my head.
• "Because art must be enjoyed in its entirety, so I must see every part of it to have a complete mental image," Lake says, and I smile and shake my head.
• "You always have something sweet to say," I whisper, and he shakes his head.
• "You don't know how much I have to train my mind by looking at myself in the mirror to have the courage to talk to you, because when I see you, I am so eclipsed that I forget to breathe. If you see that I am eloquent when I speak, it is because I make an effort not to succumb to your charms and verbalize everything you make me feel, my love," Lake says, and I blush.
• "I thought only writers were capable of expressing themselves verbally so well."
• "Maybe I am a writer, because you, my muse, have me so elevated that I cannot keep quiet about everything I think when I see you," Lake says, and I kiss him.
• "You have no idea how much I love you, Lake. I love you body and soul," I whisper, kissing him again.
• "We must go, we have a beautiful date to celebrate our second anniversary," Lake says, taking my hand and leaving with me.
• As soon as we get to the car, he opens the door and I am surprised to see more than five bouquets of roses on the back seats. The car smells like roses. Among them, there is a box that I take, to pull out a chest where there are matching earrings, necklace, and bracelet.
• The gold shines perfectly in each item, which has emerald inlays that must cost a lot due to their perfect cuts.
• "How is this possible?" I whisper, stunned.
• "I wanted to give you something beautiful, so I had this design made for you to have something as exclusive as the love you give me and everything you make me feel," Lake says, and I kiss him, excited.
• "Thank you, thank you so much for this gift, honey," I say, kissing him.
• If there's something I like about humans, it's that they are very passionate. I am half human, but my wolf side is so cold that it prevents me from being passionate. Werewolves must be loyal to their pack, so letting emotions take over is not something that crosses our minds.
• Well, their minds, because with the potion, not only do I avoid transforming at any specific moment, but I also don't hear the wolves' signals, much less perceive their scents or blindly follow their ideals.
• After hearing how sweet Lake is, we head towards the car. When he opens the passenger door for me, I shake my head smiling.
• “I have to drive and besides, I need you to blindfold yourself.”
• “What are you saying?” Lake asks, confused.
• “Do you trust me?
• “With my life, darling.
• “Then blindfold yourself, I have a surprise and I want you to see it only when everything is ready.
• 'If I am going to be sold to an alpha I don't know, I must at least give myself to the man I love and want to make happy,' I tell myself mentally.
• I start the car and immediately, Lake puts on the blindfold, which I tie. Smiling, I move my hands in front of him and even bring my phone close to his eyes, but there is no reaction from him.
• So, I drive through the city streets towards the hotel where I made the reservation. My nerves are at the highest level, my hands trembling, wishing everything goes well.
• We arrive at our destination and I swallow hard, trying to calm my nerves. Although this is my idea, I am nervous to the max because I know that when I enter, I will not come out whole, a part of me will belong to Lake and that, even as a married woman, will not be erased. Gathering my courage, I remove the blindfold from his eyes once we are inside my room.
• “Open your eyes.” I say and he obeys, smiling at me.
• “Rain...” Lake says and immediately, I take off my dress before losing the courage to do so.
• “Look at me, Lake. Look at me because my anniversary gift is to be yours in body, because in soul you are already my owner.” I say and Lake whimpers.
• “Oh, God...” Lake whispers.
• “Take me, darling. Make me yours now.” I whisper and he immediately rushes towards me, placing his hand on my nape and pressing our lips with too much passion.
• There are no doubts after that kiss. Because we love each other and I am sure that from today, he will be mine and I will be his.
• His kisses warmed me to the coldest part of my body. Not even a desert would have the temperature that my body has at this moment and I truly enjoy it, because I know that after this heat, there will be a lot of moisture.
• I am a virgin, that is evident, but it has not stopped me from reading human stories that heat up even cold-blooded animals and that... is the human passion I have now, one that longs to be satisfied by my boyfriend, the man I love.
• As if my body was inciting him to sin, he begins to taste my breasts over the lace fabric and that's why I am the one who tilts my head back at the touch of his wet mouth on my erect nipples.
• The moans do not wait and although I want him to keep touching me, the moisture between my legs signals that it does not just want touches, but direct contact. So, boldly, I reach for the button of his pants and unzip that zipper that guards what I want to feel.
• Lake does not wait for me to release his member from the prison of his underwear, as he places his hands on my buttocks and kissing me, he leads me to the bed, where my intimacy receives the warm breath of my boyfriend.
• "I am not going to give myself to someone I do not love, if I am obligated by the pack to marry, I should not be obligated to arrive a virgin to the marriage. That is my price for an arranged marriage and logically without love," I tell myself mentally.