Chapter 17
There was a birthday celebration going on. A little girl was blowing the candles. It's where the flash arrived. She was smiling brightly to the camera and Sion’s senses calmed down.
"No sir, you are assured of it. This area is among the quieter places in the city. There is no paparazzi attraction here.” The bartender spoke with a smile.
Sion released his breath in relief. “Thank you for the information. You kept her engaged all this while before she reached the bed with someone in her inebriated mess. Hope this will take care of everything.” He placed a few dollar bills on the table. The bartender's face brightened.
“Come on Safia, let us go home.” Sion reached for her. But she stopped him once again with a finger on his lips. “Shh, didn’t I tell you, I am not coming with you. My friend Levis is coming to pick me up.”
Sion looked at her like she had grown a second head. “As if I will let that happen.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Did you call him? He is the last man I want here. You are not going to meet him ever again.” He told her firmly.
He lifted her into his arms, bridal style, and carried her to his car. Her eyes were already closing. “Look at yourself. You're such a mess….” He shook his head in disbelief, wrapping a seat belt around her.
Safia wasn’t stable, but her pride was still intact even in her half-conscious state. “I don't need you. I'm going away with him. He is on his way.”
Sion chuckled. “That should have happened. Because unless you stay with him you will not know what sort of a rogue he is. But my misfortune is that I still love you and I can’t let you destroy yourself because of that bastard. Thus you have no choice; you have to stand me as long as I desire to keep you with me.”
Safia didn't reply and groaned in her sleep. But she suddenly woke up and puked, making a mess of her clothes and the vehicle. “Damn woman, I am never going to allow you to drink again.” Sion pulled her hair back and managed to tie it in a bun.
The rest of the drive was in silence. As soon as they reached home, Sion picked her up and put her directly under the shower.
The sleeping Safia jolted awake. “What are you doing? The water is so cold.” She grumbled.
“When you drink like a heathen this is what you get,” he scolded her, though she was not in a position to listen. After giving her a bath, he wrapped her in a thick towel. His hands lingered on her skin as he dried her, the feel of her soft flesh igniting a low burn in his core. He could smell the lingering scent of alcohol, but beneath it, the intoxicating aroma of her skin, clean and warm, was a potent drug.
He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down, his eyes never leaving her face. He had intended to simply watch over her, to make sure she was safe, but the sight of her, vulnerable and beautiful, stirred something deep within him. The wolf in him was restless, hungry, and demanding.
He stripped off his wet clothes and slid in beside her, pulling her close against his bare chest.
She was a dead weight in his arms, her body a soft, warm curve pressed against his hard, muscled length. The contact was electric. His control, already stretched thin, began to fray. He buried his face in her damp hair, inhaling her scent like a man dying of thirst. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that was both a plea and a command.
He kissed her then, a desperate, consuming kiss that tasted of longing and unspeakable need. His hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve, every dip. She groaned in her sleep, a soft, yielding sound that sent a jolt of pure need through him. He knew he should stop, that he was taking advantage of her unconscious state, but the wolf in him had taken over. He was a creature of instinct, and his instinct told him she was his to claim. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the line of her lips, a silent promise of what was to come. He was a predator, and she was his prey, and the hunt had just begun.
The whole night he kept a watch on her, in case she got sick again. She was mumbling about her ex-boyfriend Guild.
“You shouldn't have left me so early.” She cried in her sleep, and her hidden grief caught Sion by surprise.
The next day Safia woke up with a severe headache. She hissed and shut her eyes, unable to stand the sunlight. A few minutes later she slowly opened them. “What am I doing here? Didn't I go to the club last night?”
Sion sighed, lowering the newspaper he was reading. “We will talk about it later.”
Safia held her head and left a soft cry.
“Shower up and drink that glass of lemon water along with the tablet.” He showed her the things on the side table.
Safia dragged her feet to the washroom and came out like a spitfire. “Did you give me a shower and change my clothes last night?”
Sion shrugged. “You didn't leave me with a choice. I had to clean you because you were smelling like shit with all that vomit on your clothes.”
“You could have asked one of the maids to help me get ready for bed.” It was obvious from her features that Safia was not happy with what happened.
Sion’s lips were a thin line of vexation as he squared Safia. “I cleaned you when you were in a situation nobody would even want to come closer to you, and instead of thanking me you ask why the maid wasn’t called? For your kind information, maids don't work at midnight, and you're my wife. So I can watch you naked, touch you, make love to you, and beget children with you.”
“But you're not going to do any of that because our wedding is not like a normal couple’s wedding. It is only on paper. You wouldn't tell anybody about it even if girls like Tisra Stan start flirting with you. Then why are you bothered where I go and what I make of myself? You told me once I step out of this house, I can’t come back. Then why am I here?” Safia spoke, growing hyper.
She had touched the one thing that should have never been reached: his ego. "When you're drunk, you talk nonsense. What did you intend to say to that bartender about me? Thankfully I went there on time. I always hope you'll prove me wrong at least for once. But you are the biggest nonsensical chatterbox who doesn’t have any filter.
Luckily he didn't recognize me, because for the bluffing you did there, my entire reputation was at stake. The goodwill my dad struggled to build all these years would have gone to the dogs. It's just a one-time job for a woman like you coming from rags. You don't have any plans for a rainy day.
That is the reason why your company is in doldrums today. What if I desert you and never turn back? But I can’t be foolish like you. I love my dad and I value the efforts with which he built Wellcrow Grape Wines. So I won't let you tarnish mine and my company’s name.”
Safia's eyes welled with tears from everything Sion had just said. She was a she-wolf, and her emotions were more intense, her pain sharper. Sion's human words were cutting her to the quick, and the wolf in her was beginning to stir, a low hum of power building under her skin.
And then, a sudden, blinding agony seared through her. It was as if her bones were shattering and reforming. She fell to the floor, her body convulsing as a primal, animalistic scream tore from her throat. Her fingernails elongated into claws, and a thick pelt of brown fur sprouted from her skin.
The truth was now a living, breathing part of her. She wasn't just Safia. She was a she-wolf.
Her transformation complete, she staggered to her feet, a powerful, four-legged creature with glowing amber eyes. She was a werewolf. A mate for the alpha who had just left her. She howled, a long, mournful sound that was part pain and part triumph.
She looked at Sion, his face a mask of shock and terror. He had no idea what she was. And he had just insulted, belittled, and broken the heart of a powerful she-wolf—a mistake that no one in the werewolf world had ever lived to tell. And now, she was going to be the first one to teach him.
The first one to teach him what it means to mess with a wolf.
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