Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

Magnus's POV

I should have been strong. I should have ignored the way my body arched for her, the way ghost howled everytime she denied me. But from the moment her lips touched mine, everything shifted.

The taste of her lips on mine still lingered, sweet and defiant, fueling a hunger I had no right to feel. One that I had no right to crave. And yet, she had pushed me away, thrown Ashen to my face and paraded him as the best man for her when in reality, I knew she's being manipulated by him. But how she could still trust him? When it was crystal clear that she doesn't care about her.

He had failed to acknowledge my meeting and also raided the hideout without caring if she got hurt or not. I had been the one who saved her, cared her or took care of her even when Nerissa and Viktor weren't pleased with it. I was the good man here, and that ruthless Ashen.

After everything, she threw it to my face like a dagger, making it clear that I was nothing more than her captors. Nothing more than a monster. Really. It hurts so much. I don't why they did but it made me feel worthless.

I clenched my fists, walking through the corridors of my estate, trying to escape the ghost of her presence. But it was impossible. Zara was everywhere. In the way my life felt empty, in the way my hands twitched, craving the feeling of her skin. She was a poison, sinking into my veins, unraveling every ounce of control I had spent years mastering.

But I should hold myself together. I have loved Nerissa so much, but why do I so attracted to Zara?

Nerissa and Viktor had expected me to be ruthless, to be the beast I had always been, but....

You're a fool, Magnus," she had hissed, her blue eyes flashing with anger as she packed her things. "She’s ruining us, and you don't even realize it."

I had convinced her to stay, told her it wasn't true, but she didn't believe me. I had called her number several times, sent several messages but they all went unanswered. And I couldn't go to her family house. Her father was a man who never liked me. He had always believed his daughter deserves a better man despite that Nerissa had insisted she wanted me. He was a man who believed in power, authority and reputation than anything else.

Then Viktor looked at him, his usual calm expression barely concealed his anger and frustration. "Magnus, why are you letting this girl get to you. I know I never liked Nerissa or approved your relationship with her, but have you thought about how you would feel to see you longing for another woman. And don't forget, she's our leverage to your throne."

Maybe they were right. I was unraveling, losing my grip, yet I couldn't bring myself to harm Zara. Theere thought sent sharp pain through my heart.

So I avoided her. It was the only way. If I let myself be near her, I would break.

But it didn't matter. Even in her absence, she tormented me.

Nights became unbearable. I would like i lie in bed, my mind a battle field, my wolf restless and growling for her mate. Her scent clung to the sheets, teasing me, torturing me.

And tonight was no different.

I sat in the dimly lit room, the weight of exhaust pressing down on me, yet sleep refused to come.

My mind was filled with her—the fire in her eyes, the defiance in her voice, the softness of her lips.

Damn it.

My breathing was heavy, my body tense. It was a battle I was losing, a need I couldn't surpress.

Before I could stop myself, my hands found it's way to the button of my trousers. I pulled it down, tossing it away on a nearby chair and then pants, noticing the thick dent of precum on it.

Moon goddess , I'm evil. How can cum already just by thinking about her?

I gripped the base of my hardened cock, stroking it gently, and the other hand found my balls, squeezing it a little hard just the way Nerissa does it.

Although, it was Nerissa who filled my mind.

Zara.

Fuck!

"Argghhhhhh," I moaned as I let my mind wander, picturing her beneath me, her body arching, her breathless moans.

I pictured her flawless curves that I had seen the other day. One of my hand on her hardened nipples, and my mouth closing around the other. Fuck! I took it a lot further, picturing her soft lips parting and taking the tip of my cock in her mouth. Teasing, sucking and licking me dry while I fuck those tight mouth of hers

"Zaraaaaaaaa," I drawled, my head falling back in pleasure, my eyes squeezed close as I felt myself orgasm—

The door burst open.

My head snapped up, my vision hazy with pleasure and frustration. And there she was.

Zara stood frozen, her golden eyes wide, her cheeks flushing a delicious shade of pink as she took in the sight before her.

What is this about us barging into the room when one of us was naked?

A slow, wicked smile played on my lips. I leaned back against the couch, my fingers still wrapped around my throbbing length. Her scent thickened in the air, laced with something unmistakable.

Desire.

"See something you like, little mate?" I taunted, my voice rough, filled with anger I could no longer hide.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her body betrayed her, her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps, and I knew. Knew that no matter how much she fought it, no Matt how much she denied me, she wanted this too.

I strode towards, my hand still sliding my cock, her eyes dropped downward. Her eyes widened with fear like she has never seen a cock before. She should have run. Should have turned away. But she didn't.

I reached for her, my fingers brushing against her blushed cheek. "You came to me, Zara. You wanted this."

"I—"  she began, but I cut her off,.

My lips crushed against hers, swallowing whatever protest she had left. This time, she didn't push me away.

This time, she melted into me.