Chapter 13
Unleashed Instincts
“Fuck!” Sion groaned, wiping the juice from his face with a hand as he lunged, his fingers closing like a vise around Safia’s upper arm.
Their chests collided, the impact jarring. He gave a lopsided, dangerous grin, his eyes blazing gold as they pinned her under his wicked gaze.
“That’s unforgivable. You’ve crossed every limit. Now you will be punished for it.”
Before she could even process the threat, he was kissing her. It was feral and consuming, stealing the breath from her lungs. Safia tried to push him away, but his strength was monumental, unyielding, as though she were nothing more than something he owned. His tongue invaded her mouth with wild dominance, and his hands slid around her waist, lifting her effortlessly off the ground.
She gasped at the sudden movement, and it was all the invitation he needed. He deepened the kiss, hunger raging through him as if she were the very air his starved lungs needed to survive.
Sion set her down on the dressing table with a loud scrape, sending everything on it crashing to the floor. Desire burned through him, a roaring, primal hunger. His lips claimed hers again, kissing her with a mix of possession and desperation that both terrified and thrilled her.
Though she resisted at first, his kisses worked like a hypnotic drug. Safia’s resolve crumbled. She kissed him back with the same ferocity, her hands reaching for the hem of his shirt.
Sion pulled away only long enough to let her strip it from him. Her hands roamed his sculpted chest as he covered her with hungry kisses. They broke apart only to breathe, both of them panting, bodies burning.
He carried her gently to the bed and laid her down, hovering over her. His golden eyes never left hers, filled with ancient hunger, as though she were the only thing in existence. She was a feast to his soul.
Her gaze slid down his body—and suddenly froze.
Sion followed her eyes to his chest. In an instant, the fire in his gaze died. He recoiled as if burned.
“Where did you get those scars?” Safia asked softly.
He snarled, the sound tearing from his throat, unmistakably inhuman. He scrambled off her as though she were poison.
“None of your business. You are only here to give me physical satisfaction. Nothing more. Stay out of my personal matters. This is my first and last warning.”
Before she could say another word, he stormed out and slammed the door behind him.
Safia lay there, stunned. The scars—deep, old, carved across his chest, stomach, and neck—told a story she couldn’t begin to understand. A past filled with pain, one that stirred an ache inside her she couldn’t ignore. She wanted to know him, truly know him. But would he ever let her in?
She waited. Dinner went cold on the table. Sion never returned.
Exhaustion eventually claimed her.
In the dead of night, the sound of the front door opening jolted her awake.
She peered down the hallway. His hair was disheveled, his once-pristine white T‑shirt dirty and wrinkled. His blue eyes, once sharp and alive, were hollow and empty. He looked drunk. Broken.
Safia rushed toward him, but he lifted a hand.
“Stay away from me,” he growled.
The words pushed her back like poison.
The next morning, her father called.
“How are you, honey? You were right. That man is a monster. He threatened me for telling Levis about your contract marriage. Levis is like family, and I thought—”
“No,” Safia cut in softly. “He’s not our family, Daddy. He’s a devil.” Her chest tightened. “Sion saved me from a disaster. He has anger issues, yes, but he’s not a bad Alpha.”
Soren sighed in relief.
“If you say so, honey. I just want you safe and happy.”
Two hours later, Safia confronted Sion.
“I didn’t like how you behaved last night,” she said firmly. “I am your mate, your Luna—not a servant in your house.”
“You keep pointing out my mistakes,” he snapped. “What about yours? You went against the contract by dating that scoundrel Levis. How dare you defy an Alpha’s order?”
“It was not a date,” Safia fired back. “Levis is my childhood friend. I never imagined he’d do something I didn’t want.”
“Then start imagining,” Sion said coldly. “He wants you. I’m a man. I know what another man feels when he looks at a woman. Stay away from him. If not—”
“If not what?” Safia stepped closer, defiant. “Are you going to arrest me for breaking your precious contract? Go on.”
A cruel smile curved his lips.
“Locked in a prison?” he murmured.
He whistled softly, making a strand of her hair lift.
“I’m not going to let you leave so easily, my Boo Boo baby.”
His finger traced slow circles on her breast, sending fire racing through her veins. Before she could react, he walked out, leaving her burning, furious, and shaken.
She stood there long after he was gone.
Boo Boo baby.
He’d called her that only once before, in a moment of raw intimacy. He was playing a dangerous game—pulling her between rage and desire, love and hate.
That evening, as she sat alone in the silent penthouse, agony ripped through her body. It felt as though her bones were shattering and reshaping. She collapsed, screaming as claws tore from her fingertips and brown fur spread across her skin.
The truth claimed her completely.
She wasn’t just Safia.
She was a she‑wolf.
When the transformation ended, she stood on four powerful legs, amber eyes glowing. A werewolf. Mate to the Alpha who had just walked away from her.
She lifted her head and howled—pain, power, and triumph woven into the sound.
Then she saw it.
Reflected in the glass doors of the balcony were glowing yellow eyes.
Not hers.
His.
Sion stood in the shadows, watching her—eyes filled with love, guilt, and primal remorse.
Sion was watching over her.
And she had no idea what he would do next.
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