Chapter 7

• - Listen, it’s simple. I lost my head the moment I saw you. It was hormones talking, not me. You know how it is—men have two heads they think with.
• The vegetable bun turned out to be truly delicious. I finished it off with great pleasure.
• - You’ve got something here…
• He reached for my face. His strong, rough fingers gently brushed my cheek, as if wiping something off. But I was sure there was nothing there. I always keep an eye on that.
• - You got something on you.
• His eyes wandered across my face and stopped at my lips. An irresistible urge to lick my lips arose, as they suddenly felt too dry. But I resisted. His gaze was burning me, and he leaned in slightly. I turned away, trying to calm my heart. I was sure he wanted to kiss me again.
• - Well, here we are. Let’s go, I’ll take you home.
• On the way back, Vadim told interesting stories and joked, but I couldn’t pull my thoughts together. I really like him, and I don’t like that at all. My body reacts to him too strongly, and my intuition screams of danger. What danger? What should I be afraid of?
• It doesn’t matter. In three months, I’ll leave again. There shouldn’t be anything tying me down here. So, nothing will happen between me and Vadim. I just need to limit our interactions.
• - Thank you so much. I had a good time. Especially at the ‘restaurant.’
• - Won’t you invite me in for coffee?
• - No.
• - Another time?
• - Never.
• - Don’t be so categorical. We’ll definitely have coffee—when we wake up in the morning.
• - Vadim, not in this lifetime. Accept it already.
• - That’s impossible. You’re just delaying the inevitable.
• - So be it. In a while, I’ll leave anyway, avoiding the inevitable.
• I didn’t continue the conversation and went home. Vadim stood by his car for a while, watching me walk away. Then he got in and drove off.
• Vadim
• I was driving home, trying not to turn the wheel back around. Her closeness is driving me insane; I was holding back with the last remnants of willpower. This bond is killing me.
• But I’ll have to endure. She doesn’t feel even a tenth of what I’m going through. She resists her feelings, pushes me away. Maybe I should change my approach?
• She’ll leave. Foolish girl, you’re not going anywhere without me. After that fateful meeting, we are bound stronger than any threads.
• But there’s nothing holding her here—she’s young, seeking adventures. She’ll easily leave us and head off beyond the horizon. Holding her back seems unlikely, even if she falls in love with us. No wonder Iris was asking why I’m staying here. She values her freedom, hates being controlled. That’s probably why she’s never had a boyfriend.
• Why was I so unlucky, getting such a headstrong mate? I can already feel she’ll twist me and my brother around her finger however she pleases.
• Fate has played a cruel joke on us. A strong-willed girl, shared between the two of us. How do we even handle that? She’s drawn to me, isn’t she? That much is clear. But it won’t keep her here, I’m sure of it.
• Should I even try to keep her? There are werewolves all over the world.
• It seems it’s time to leave this home and follow her.
• Eh, the beast is raging inside, demanding that we go back and cover our female now. I'm all for it, my dick is hard, but i can't. Not yet. My body is tense to the max, even the veins in my arms and neck. I need to relieve the tension, to cheer myself up, so to speak.
• I smirked as I drove onto the settlement grounds. A young she-wolf crossed my path, vibrant and in her prime. She had often helped me with this problem before, and it seemed she wouldn’t refuse now either.
• I stopped the car and got out. Kira waved at me invitingly. I had no intention of turning her down and headed straight toward her.
• - Hey. Are you busy? Got a moment for me?
• - Depends on what for.
• She cast a glance downward. I didn’t bother hiding my desire—she knew exactly what I needed her for.
• - Let’s go. My brother’s not around right now.
• - Lead the way.
• Her house was nearby; she lived with only her brother. Their parents had moved to another country for work. It wasn’t just our family that ran a business here.
• Here we were in her room, and I was burning with impatience. I had always liked Kira—her beautiful body, her lush curves.
• And a master at sex. She pressed herself against me and kised me. And as soon as our lips touched, I knew it wouldn't work. It's not her scent, it's not her lips. It's not her. I only want her. After a few more attempts to ignite my passion, I gave up. After the kiss, my cock dropped and never showed signs of life again. That's damn connection... I wasn't even glad I'd met her.
• - Vadim, is something wrong?
• - Sorry, I’m not in the mood.
• - But just a moment ago…
• - It’s not your fault, trust me. I just remembered something. I need to go.
• She looked upset, but there was nothing I could do about it. My wolf didn’t want her anymore. He craved to mate with only one female.
• Zipping up my pants, I headed for the door. Kira had managed to slip her hands into my waistband. How quick she was.
• I sighed heavily as I made my way home. Iris kept pushing me away, and I was used to regularly satisfying my needs. If I pressed her too hard, I was sure she’d slip away and never let me near her again. What was I supposed to do?
• Alex
• Vadim came home in a foul mood. He was brooding and angry. He walked into the kitchen, where I was waiting for my dinner to heat up in the microwave, grabbed a top-shelf whiskey from the fridge, and poured himself a shot. I watched him with surprise. Vadim drinking? That was a rare sight. Something serious must have happened.
• He downed the shot without even flinching.
• - Bro, we’ve got a problem.
• Only then did I catch the faint but incredibly enticing scent coming off him. He’d been with her.
• - Things didn’t go as planned?
• - There was no plan. We ran into each other by chance. I acted on impulse, as usual.
• - And?
• - Nothing happened. And now I feel like crap.
• - Don’t rush it. She needs time too.
• He irritably shoved the bottle back into the fridge and slammed the door shut.
• - I get it, the girl isn’t ready to jump into bed with me just yet. But what am I supposed to do about this?
• He gestured downward at the noticeable bulge beneath his pants. I scratched the back of my head. Yeah, that was a real issue now.
• - I can’t help you with that. Maybe consult a professional.
• I teased him, but he wasn’t in the mood to appreciate my humor.
• - Already tried. This fucking connection keeps me from fucking other females. You'll find out soon enough.