bAria’s /bPOV

bThat /bsentence hit me like a bomb.

“I–I’m sleeping your roomb?/b” I stammered. “But why how…?”

His bhandsome /bface was expressionless, as if he hadn’t just said somethingpletely insane. “You will stay by my side whenever I need. you. That’s what the bcontract /bbsays/b.

“Right, but-

“Mrs. Jones will prepare you.” With that, he turned and walked away.

My mouth fell open. One hand flew to my chest–my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my body.

bThat’s /bwhen Mrs. Jones appeared at the door with her usual bgentle /bsmile. “Miss Collins, this way please.”

I followed her like I bwas /bsleepwalking, climbing staircase after staircase. My room was on the third floor, but she led bme /bup to the fifth- somewhere I hadn’t stepped foot before.

“Everything above the fifth bfloor /bis part of bAlpha’s /bprivate quarters,” she exined as we walked. “That includes his office and bhis /bbedroom. No one is allowed up here without his permission–not even you. From now on, you’re only allowed to spend the night on the fifth floor when Alpha Grayson calls for youb./bb” /b

bI /bnodded stiffly, then followed her through a long corridor until we stopped in bfront /bof ba /bdoor.

“You’ll need to bathe before seeing Alpha,” she said, opening it for me. “Everything you need is inside, including fresh clothes. When byou’re /bready, bjust /bpress the bell–someone’lle escort you to the bedroomb./b”

She was about to leave. But I was about to break out of nervousness, so I stopped her.

“Has anyone done this before… I mean… what exactly bam /bI supposed to do?” my voice was shaking.

She looked surprised, then a flicker of pity passed her eyes..

on will be

“Don’t worry. Every girl who’s spent the night here has bhad /bto go through this. It’s not personal. And I’m sure Alpha Grayson gentle.”

I think she got the wrong idea.

I mean, if I was here for a one- -night stand, I’d still be scared out of my mind–but at least I’d know what to expect.

But right now? I had no idea what was going to happen.

And the unknown… is terrifying

I clutched my shirt and went into the bbathroom/b, where I found an entire set of bath and skincare products.

I stood under the hot water for ages, scrubbing myself over and over bagain/b. I even shaved. It wasn’t buntil /bI smelled like a damn rose garden that I finally stepped out.

Wrapped in a towel, I stood in front of the mirror and studied at my bare body.

Jane ward to say I had a beautiful body–long legsb, /bba /btiny bwaist/b, delicate bcorbones/b, and yet my breasts and bass /bwere round and plump. 1 also gut sufi, smooth skin with an intoxicating smell of coconut.

man would die happy on top of this body.

Hit when he realized he couldn’t pop my virginity without a ring, he got angry–and cursed me to die a bfucking /bbprude/b,

Grayson’s a man, tou.

Sure, he agreed to the no–sex use. But would be get angry just like Jace?

9:46 AM

I let bout /ba bshaky /bbreath and got dressed. Thankfully, the pajamas waiting for me were modest–a long gown, not some revealing lingerie.

When I was done, I pressed the bell.

The door opened up but no one was there.

bI /bstepped into the hallway, bconfused/b. Then, at the very end of the corridorb, /bba /bsingle light flicked on–right above a pair of heavy double oak doors. It’s telling me where to go.

At this point, it was like everyone in bthis /bhouse had vanished. No maids. No Jones.

Just bme/b… and the master of this ce.

I walked toward the light, legs btrembling/b, palms freezing cold. My brain bwas /btoo overwhelmed to bthink/b. I finally reached the doors and pushed them open.

bInside /bwas pitch bck/b.

THE

I froze by the door, not sure what to do next. Then I heard a voice from in the shadows:

Come in. And close the door.”

I obeyed.

As soon as the door shut, the scent of pine btree /bmmed into me like a tidal wave. bIt /bwas violent. bAlmost /blike it’s attacking me.

I copsed against the door, bmy /bwhole body going weakb. /b

Something was wrong with bGrayson/b.

I bcould /bfeel it in his scent. It wasn’t just arousal—it was anger, restraint, and something… darker.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he ordered from the darkness.

I couldn’t move. His baura /bbwas /btoo strong. Every werewolf has an instinct to submit to their Alpha–and right bnow/b, I was trembling just from the weight of his presence.

Amp flicked on. He bwas /bsitting on the couch, watching me coldly.

“In bthis /broom, when I give an orderb, /byou obey it immediately, Or I can’t promise bwhat /bmight happen,” he growled, voice low and rough.

I flinched, then forced myself bto /bstand straight. One step at a time, I walked to the edge of the bed. Thankfully, it wasn’t far. I made it.

He didn’te over right away. Instead he just bsat /bthere, staring at me with those dark, emotionless eyes.

“Unbutton your dress,” he bsaid/b.

bMy /bbhands /bshook bas /bI undid two buttons–bjust /bbenough /bto expose my corbones.

“All of them,” he bsaid/b.

I bar my hip to stifle the gap, then undid one more button. Half my chest was already exposed. My hand hovered over the next one. I

“I had an agreement,” I whispered. “bYou /bsaid byou’d /brespect bmy /bcondition-

“Keep going”

voice was cold and bforceful/b.

My ryra widgard, burning with tears threatening to fall. But I obeyed.

I undid the rest by nightgown gaped open, exposing the bare skin between my breasts and down to my stomach.

He was watching me intensely the whole time. That gaze made my skin crawl.

“Now Hands behind you. On the mattres. Sit up straighu.”

9:46 AM

I followed bthe /bmand again. He finally stood and walked toward me.

His towering frame loomed over me like a tower. I shivered in his shadow. And then–his hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up.

“Are you crying?” he demanded.

No. Not yet.

“You’re scared,” His lips twisted into a cold, sinister smile. “I warned you. Think twice before signing anything.”

My chest rose and fell rapidly. But I held myself together and replied, “I did think. bThis /bis what I want—bAhh/b!”

He suddenly leaned down and bit my neck.

I screamed. Pain shot through me like a lightning bolt. For a second, I thought he was going to kill me because a bite to the neck is the deadliest bwerewolf /battack. It’s never done lightly.

But then I realized he didn’t pierce my throat. bJust /bmy skin.

“This is what you wanted,” he said mockingly.

trembled. I wanted to push him away, but he barked, “Keep your hands on the mattress.”

I stayed still–chest out, back straight–like I was offering myself to him. Humiliation washed over me. He kept sucking on my bneck/bb, /binhaling deeply.

Once the pain dulled, I could feel his lips brushing over my skin–and the heat pooled low bin /bmy belly and traveled down to Iny area. The tingle made me shiver.

Then… he moved lower.

bottom

His mouth reached the center of my chest. My nipples were still covered by my gown, but he didn’t undress me further. He just bit the top of my cleavage and left a mark.

1 was panting. My nipples were rock hard, brushing against the fabric with every breath. It wasn’t enough. bI /bwanted someone to grab my breast and suck them. Hard.

I was wet. My juice had bsoaked /bmy new underwear.

“I thought you didn’t want this,” he said, his voice full of cruel amusement.

He must’ve noticed the change in my body. I felt humiliated. “I still don’t And you promised to respect this.”

His hand tightened suddenly around my throat bas /bif enraged. I let out a strangled gasp. He released me just as quickly,

“bYou /bused body wash?” he basked /bcoldly.

_Yb–/byes.”

“From now on, only rinse with water before you see me?

I got it immediately. The body bwash /bmasked my scent. And my scent.. bwas /bthe only thing of value I bhad/b.

The shame hit me like a bwave/b. I’d never felt more like a tool in my life. Thank god the room was dim–he couldn’t see the tears buming in my eyes.

He kept breathing in my scent, fiddling with my body like it was nothing. Eventually, the pine scent in the room faded slightly, and he finally pulled away.

“That’s enough for tonight. bYour /bbed is next door,” he said roughly, his voice hoarse.

I jumped off the bed, wrapping my gown tightly around me. “That’s it! You don’t need to sleep with your nose buried failed at hiding the sarcasm in my tone.

“Don’t push it, Aria,” he snapped.

my bneck/bb?/bb” /bI

9:46 AM b? /b

I bit my lip and escaped the room,

I wanted to go back downstairs to my room. But I didn’t dare disobey his order.

When I copsed into the guest bed, the tears finally came. I buried my face in the pillow and cried, silently.

I felt so stupid for ever feeling butterflies for him.

I thought he was elegant,posed, noble–even patient with someone like me who had nothing.

I thought he was perfect.

But I bwas /bwrong.

Tonight made it painfully clear.

I know nothing about Grayson Hart.

AD