VALERIE'S POV
"Damn girl, when you said you wanted to have some fun, I didn't think you would be this wild," I looked at Logan, who was still weirded out because of our last ride.
His expression brought a smile to my face.
"I didn't know the brave werewolf who is going to rule the council at the tip of his fingers and kills without mercy would be scared like this from a roller coaster ride," I said and was about to turn around when Logan suddenly grabbed my chin, looking deeply into my eyes, making me widen my eyes at his sudden change of expression.
"I am not scared of anything," Logan said, and I looked into his dazzling eyes for a few seconds before I burst out laughing, and he squinted his brows.
"Okay, big boy. As you say," I shook my head.
"Buy me a chocolate chip ice cream," I blinked at him innocently, and he sighed before bringing two cones.
"What ride should we try next?" I looked around, confused. We have tried almost all the rides in this carnival.
Since we are eating ice cream now, going on another roller coaster would be tragic since we ate a lot before the last time, and it almost felt like puking.
"Want to try the Ferris wheel?" Logan looked at the wheel, and I followed him mindlessly before we stood in line, waiting for our turn.
"The view from there would be pretty, and we won't have to finish this ice cream in haste," I hummed.
"Let's go," Logan held my hand, and I looked at his warm hand, feeling a little strange.
This was the first time I was feeling so uneasy with Logan's grip on my hand.
Why was I feeling so nervous? Like something was about to happen?
"What are you -" Logan couldn't complete his words because the next thing I knew, someone grabbed my hand and pushed me inside the cubicle before closing the door.
I looked at Logan in horror and shock, who mirrored my expression before his eyes turned into confusion, and he entered the next cubicle with a relaxed expression.
What was it? This wasn't like Logan at all. Why was he -
I turned to look at the man who abducted me into this ride when the familiar scent registered in my mind.
"F*ck, Valerie. Why do I lose control whenever it comes to you?" Ambrose's voice was strained as if he was restricting himself, and before I could say anything, he crashed his lips on mine, pushing me back in my seat, and I gasped.
It was hard to breathe with his overbearing movement of lips. It was as if he was kissing me to survive, to claim me, and as much as it infuriated me that he was acting so dominant after ignoring me for three days, I couldn't help but feel aroused.
This was the first time he kissed me with such urgency and supremacy, and I gulped when his tongue touched mine, exploring every corner of my mouth as he battled an invisible war of love and hate with me through our tongues that fought for dominance.
After what felt like an eternity, I returned to my senses when I felt wetness dripping from my core, and I gulped before pushing him slightly away.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I growled at him, and he looked at me for a second before placing his forehead on mine.
I looked into his dark gray eyes, which had a familiar storm brewing in them.
Logan is going to be furious at Ambrose for this. The way Ambrose pulled me into the cubicle and then forced this kiss on me, I can't even imagine what Logan must be thinking right now. I hope he doesn’t take it against his pack and acts officially as my guardian.
Putting Ambrose in a situation like that is the last thing I want to happen.
Moreover, seeing Ambrose kissing me like this, his heart must've broken. I felt bad for my werewolf friend, knowing all too well I was the reason behind his miseries.
I was about to turn around to look at Logan when Ambrose's hands brought my attention to him.
"Please forgive me," he cupped my cheeks, but I jerked his hand away.
I can't believe this man. And even more than that, I can't believe myself because it is turning into a puddle only for him.
"Is it one of your habits, Alpha Ambrose? Who do you think you are? You come and give me signals and leave for God knows how long because you can't get your sh*t right. Do you think it's fun playing with someone?" I asked, and Ambrose looked at me with stern eyes.
"You are angry," he said, and honestly, this is the first time some man has infuriated me to this level after the last time I promised myself to not let anyone have that kind of effect on me.
"No shit Sherlock!" I scoffed.
"Let me make it up to you," Ambrose leaned again to kiss me, and I knew I should tilt my head to avoid the kiss or just push him again, but I sat there, wanting to enjoy the feeling of his lips capturing mine one last time before I unleashed my anger on him.
"There's a saying that the couple who kisses at the top of the Ferris wheel stays together always," the meaning behind his words registered in my mind, and I froze in my place.
"I know you don't want to join my pack and stay a rogue until you trust me fully, but give me a chance to make it up to you," Ambrose cupped my cheeks.
"I am really falling for you, Valerie. I know this is too sudden, and I feel like a jerk to drop this bomb on you after ghosting you for three days, but I mean it," Ambrose said.
"You wanted to know why I wasn't available, right? I will tell you the truth, but please don't hate me. In these three days, I dealt with the rogues of the western regions. Logan is aware of this mission. They have been infiltrating the packs, r*ping teenagers, including humans," Ambrose kept his eyes trained on mine as if trying to read my thoughts.
"It needed our sole concentration, and we didn't contact anyone, not even the pack members. We were leaving the pack and coming when we were tired simultaneously. However, this is not why I didn't contact you," Ambrose bit his lower lip, and my gaze flickered to his lips before returning to his eyes.
"I didn't contact you because I had turned into a rogue killing machine at this time, and I was ashamed of facing you. You were traumatized the last time you saw me killing rogues, and I didn't want to lose you because of -" Ambrose sighed.
"No matter what I say, I know it's not enough. I should have left you a voice message or dropped a text. What it did is unforgivable. If you had done the same thing, I would’ve turned the world upside down to look for you, and I get why you were angry. I told you I would be there for you and then vanished like a jerk. You can punish me however you want, but please give me a chance to at least show you what you mean to me," Ambrose's eyes turned soft, and I looked into them, amazed as his eyes started to turn light hazel.
"I am sorry you felt I was playing with your feelings, but I was stuck with some work this time. What I feel for you is genuine, Valerie," Ambrose said, but I was too focused on his eyes to say anything.
What was this emotion? I have seen similar emotions in his eyes before, but why does this feel so different and soothing? Why does it make my heart race like this?
Is that - my fingers trembled to even think about that.
"Kiss me," this was the first sentence that left my mouth to distract me from what my heart was telling me to believe, and he looked at me for a few seconds as if he didn't believe me, and the next thing I knew, he attacked my lips with an emotion that I felt radiating from him for the first time.
Has the big bad alpha really fallen for me? I asked myself, feeling scared.
It wasn't in my plans. The plan was to have some fun and enjoy my time here for some time without fighting with an alpha for once.
His handsomeness was an added benefit with his magical fingers and mouth that brought heaven to me.
Alpha Ambrose was turning serious for me. What am I supposed to do at a time like this?
I am used to the alphas hating and fighting me because I possess a threat to their packs and rules, but how do I deal with an alpha who is treating me with so much love and care?
He cares about my trauma, feelings, and emotions and asks for forgiveness even when he isn't exactly wrong. Ambrose talks to me like I am one of them, not some rogue who should be excluded from society.
Ambrose knows I have a dark secret that I hide, but rather than judging me for it, he has started to expect me wholeheartedly, and I don't know what to do about it.
It scares me. The way his emotions were pouring from his kiss made my heart race in a different way.
Will I be able to leave this place after tasting this sense of attraction and positive feelings? Will he be able to accept me when he knows about my cursed fate? What would he do when he would find out I am staying here temporarily, and leave no matter what?
He is good with me when I am a rogue because we are still one of them, but how will he react when he will find out I am also someone we hate with passion?
"Valerie. Hey, what's wrong? Valerie, hey, hey," I could see Ambrose's worried eyes as he looked at me with concern while patting my cheeks, but I didn't know what was happening to me.
It was as if my body was paralyzed with my mind in a completely messed state.
'Valerie, take a deep breath. You are overthinking things. You are getting an anxiety attack,' Adele said, and I looked at my trembling hands as tears flowed down my eyes uncontrollably.
When was the last time I had an anxiety attack?
Right, when I heard about my father leaving me. Does Ambrose really mean so much to me? The fear in my heart was only increasing, and I didn't know what was happening anymore.
I felt like I was in the clouds when someone lifted me and placed me on the ground before I was pulled into a warm hug.
"Ssssshhhh, you don't need to be worried about anything. I am here," It was Logan's voice.
"What is happening? She was fine one moment, but as soon as I told her I was falling -" Ambrose's words were like distant whispers as I felt my heart drumming at an alarming rate as the pain in my chest grew. I felt like I was about to pass out and didn't know what to do.
I have never felt so vulnerable in my life as I was doing today. The last thing I saw before closing my eyes was Ambrose's worried eyes, and I extended my hand for him to take before darkness took over me.