CHAPTER 51: WET DREAMS!

"What? Kiss me?" Angela stared at him, stunned. Her heart pounded. This couldn’t be happening. She was the mate of the Alphas. She didn’t know everything about werewolves, but one thing she was sure of was that something had gone wrong somewhere. There was no way she could be mated to four Alphas. That wasn’t normal. And worst of all, Renn hated her. He had made that very clear. How could someone who hated her this much be her mate?

"If he hates you, we’ll soften him," Mighty-storm said confidently, her voice full of excitement. Angela’s wolf was thrilled the moment Renn stepped forward. "Oh my... girl, have you seen his abs? It’s getting hot in here."

Angela tried hard to block her out. Mighty-storm was not helping. She was making it harder to think straight. But then Angela froze. Why was he shirtless? The shock of realizing that the man who had made her feel warm and safe just moments ago was Renn had made her overlook everything else. But now, with him just steps away, she saw him fully.

She swallowed hard. Renn was... handsome. More than that, he was dangerously attractive. His abs were clearly defined, with deep lines running below his chest. His chest was wide, like a strong shield, strong enough to protect her. His arms looked like they could wrap her in completely, hide her from the world. She had never noticed before just how hot he was, probably because his attitude always got in the way. But now, everything about him was different.

"Girl, close your mouth. He’s starting to think something is wrong with you," Mighty-storm said, almost laughing with excitement. She was thrilled, but Angela wasn’t ready to act like a fool in front of him.

"Keep quiet," Angela whispered to her wolf, then closed her eyes and opened them again, hoping it was a dream. But when she looked, Renn was still there, standing only an inch away.

His eyes searched hers, deep and intense, as though he was trying to find something inside her. Then he reached out, slowly, and brought his hand to her face. A cold shiver ran through her. She didn’t know if she should stop him or let him. This was the same person who had done nothing but argue with her since the moment they met. But her wolf didn’t care. She was overjoyed and waited, holding her breath.

Renn’s hand cupped her cheek gently. He closed his eyes like he was feeling something he couldn’t explain. Then he smiled softly and opened them again.

"So it’s really you? You’re here?" he asked quietly, as if he couldn’t believe it himself.

Angela frowned. What was he talking about? Did he even know who he was talking to?

"Finally," Renn said, his voice lower now, almost teasing. "Now I can see if this is just madness or if I’m truly attracted to you."

He brushed his thumb gently across her lips. Angela’s breath caught in her throat. Her stomach twisted with butterflies. Whatever he was doing to her, it was working. She couldn’t control the way her body reacted, no matter how much she reminded herself that she hated him. And Mighty-storm was only making it worse, screaming inside her, begging, kiss us, mate.

"Are you attracted to me?" Angela asked, her voice shaky. She was already stuttering. What he said sounded too strange to believe. Renn? The same Renn who always found new ways to hurt or humiliate her... was attracted to her?

Was he gay? That thought crossed her mind fast, but she remembered what Stales had told her. None of the Alphas were gay, so if he liked her, that meant something. Did he even know she was a girl?

"Yes, Angel. It’s burning me," Renn said softly as his hand moved down to her neck. Angela froze. Was he about to strangle her?

"I can’t stop thinking about you... or your soft pink lips that look like a girl’s."

Her lips parted slightly but no words came out. So he didn’t know. He had no idea she was a girl. He was still trying to figure it out. That was interesting, but she needed to get out of here. Out of this dream. Before he realized the truth.

"You?" Renn frowned as he spoke. "I hate what I feel for a boy like you... I think of you and it makes no damn sense." He sighed as if he was frustrated. "You look too feminine, but sometimes that happens. Some boys do. But you? You’re messing with my head. I keep falling deeper. I tried to get you off my mind tonight and forced myself to sleep, but here you are. In my fucking dream."

Angela didn’t say a word. She just wanted him to move his hand away from her neck. The way he held her was awkward. Not tight, not soft either. It felt like he was trying to control her or test something. Her eyes moved slowly, unsure if he was about to demand something else. He wouldn’t... right?

"You’re thinking way too far, girl," Mighty-storm teased. "You act so innocent, but you’re not. You’re a bad girl."

Angela shut her mind to her wolf. She didn’t need her now. Not when Renn was standing so close, watching her like he was about to do something stupid.

"I want to kiss those lips," Renn said, voice low and rough. "I want to feel if they’re really soft. If they belong to a girl or a boy."

His eyes dropped to her lips as he bit his lower one slowly and leaned closer. "Besides... this is just a dream. It’ll be over by morning. No one will know."

Angela’s heart almost jumped out of her chest. He thought this was just a dream. A dream he could control. He believed she wouldn’t remember anything by morning. He had no idea this was real, not a simple fantasy in his sleep.

And now he thought, since it was his fucking dream, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to her.

Renn brought his face closer to hers. Angela’s hands balled into fists at her sides. She stood there frozen, silently wishing this would end before anything else happened. She kept wondering if there was a way out of this crazy dream of his. A back door, a window, anything. It was obvious now. This was one of those wet dreams boys were known to have. And somehow, she had landed right in the middle of it.

Their foreheads touched. His skin brushed hers. Angela’s breath hitched. She shouldn’t have allowed this much closeness, but her body was no longer listening. Maybe it had to do with the bond. Maybe it was because he was her mate.

"You smell good in my dream," Renn said with a soft chuckle, his breath warm against her lips. His nose brushed gently against hers. Then his lips moved forward, brushing against hers so lightly it almost felt like a whisper. He tried to kiss her fully, but Angela pushed him back.

"No. I don’t want to kiss you," she said quickly, stepping away. Her head was down, and shame filled her chest. This was beyond stupid. She had just stood there like a fool. If she hadn’t stopped him, Renn would’ve taken her first kiss. What the hell was she even thinking? Giving her first kiss to someone like him? That would have been the dumbest thing she ever did.

"Why?" Renn looked confused. "This is my dream, and you should do whatever I want you to, right?" He shook his head slowly. "Even in my dream, you’re still fucking stubborn, Angel. It pisses me off sometimes, but it also turns me on. My wolf wants you exactly like this."

"Maybe you should stop listening to your damn wolf," Angela muttered as she began walking away. She didn’t even know where she was going, but she couldn’t stay there. He followed right behind her like he thought she had answers.

"I thought you hated me," she said without looking back. "I thought you were ready to punish me the moment you got the chance. So what the hell changed now?"

"You disrespected me the first day we met. I had to make a point," Renn replied without shame in his voice.

"A point?" Angela stopped and turned to face him. She stepped back a little, not because she was afraid, but because she was angry. "So everything you did, the way you hurt me in every single way, that was your fucking point?"

Renn also stopped. He didn’t speak for a second. His eyes narrowed slightly. He tilted his head, confused. Then his gaze slowly dropped to her chest. At first, his face looked like he was trying to make sense of what he was seeing. His eyes lingered, but then something changed. His expression shifted from interest to shock.

"Why do you have breasts in my dream, Angel?" he asked, his voice no longer playful.