Chapter 54 Tamed the Lycan
Phoebe
“What did you just say?”
Hayden let go of me and shook his head slowly. The glow in his eyes shifted from burning yellow to a soft sky blue. He shrugged but kept looking over my shoulder.
“I just... felt something,” he muttered. “It’s not like I’m fully tuned into my powers yet.”
I sighed quietly. For a second, I really thought he could see Phoenix. Maybe I was hoping too much. I’d heard stories about humans who could see spirits, but to the Moon Goddess, Phoenix wasn’t just some ghost.
I’m sorry, Phoenix.
“Hey, take it easy.”
Tyra came up beside me, her eyes locked on the same spot Hayden had been staring at. That Alpha stare of hers told me she sensed something too—even if she couldn’t actually see it. At least she didn’t think I was losing it for saying I felt Phoenix touch me, even though his body was lying right there.
I left the room, leaving Tyra alone with him. Hayden quietly followed me out. He knew how Tyra felt about Phoenix—I’d told him once—so he switched into his usual silent mode.
We sat on the black garden bench out back, its color now looking like it was mourning too.
“This is the spot,” I said softly, “where Dad made me pretend to be Phoenix.”
Hayden turned to me, raising a brow.
“Don’t you think that might bite you in the ass eventually?” he asked. “I mean, I can still cover for your identity—ours, I guess. Zion, Finley, even that guy Walsh. But the rest? No promises.”
I explained everything to him. Hayden mostly replied with quiet grunts or short stuff like, “And then?”, “Huh,” or “Seriously?” But I had to admit—he was a good listener. Talking to him felt like splitting the weight in half. Maybe someday, my other mate should know the truth too.
We kept talking. About Phoenix. About Hayden’s thoughts on him. I was surprised to learn he only let Phoenix into the team out of obligation.
We argued a bit. I thought Phoenix earned his place—dude would grind till 3 a.m. just to keep his global goldlaner rank. His efforts got him a scholarship to Livingstone and a spot on the elite team.
By the time we headed back to the dorms, things felt lighter. Tyra hummed some song, and even though I couldn’t sing to save my life, I joined in. Weirdly enough, Hayden didn’t complain. That alone gave me an excuse to keep going until we stopped at a convenience store for drinks.
What really caught me off guard was Tyra insisting I share her bed.
At first, I said no—worried someone might see—but she was stubborn, swearing she wouldn’t leave the room even if I had night practice. When I got back, she was already asleep, leaving just enough space on her side. Not many people are that considerate when they sleep.
“You done?” she mumbled as I flipped on the light.
“Yeah. Sorry, I’ll turn it off now.”
She shifted under the blanket, and I grabbed my change of clothes, shut the light off, and left for the dorm bathroom.
When I opened the bathroom door, I heard the shower running. Figured someone else was in there, so I walked in quietly.
Then the curtain pulled back—and I froze.
“Adonis?!”
He tilted his head and grinned like it was no big deal. Water dripped down his messy red hair and across his solid chest.
“You look more shocked than you should be,” he said smoothly. “You nervous around me now?”
My face lit up like fire.
Right—that party. We didn’t go all the way, but his hands definitely wandered, and I sure didn’t stop him. That night’s still burned into my memory like a damn tattoo.
“I... I just came to shower,” I stammered.
“Then come on in.”
I hesitated, but my damn legs betrayed me, moving on their own. As I stepped in, warm water hit my skin—and suddenly, he was way closer than I expected.
He didn’t say much. Just looked at me with those dark, smoldering eyes.
His hands slid around my waist, pulling me gently.
“Have you been thinking about me?” he asked, low and husky.
I couldn’t even answer. My eyes dropped to his lips, then down. But he tilted my chin back up and kissed me—soft, slow, but electric enough to re-spark every feeling from that night.
The kiss deepened. Steam and hot water wrapped around us like a dream. No more blurred lines this time.
His hands roamed with purpose, and I didn’t have a reason—or a will—to stop him.
Maybe I just wanted to feel alive. Maybe I needed to know I could still feel something after losing Phoenix.
He lifted me up and pinned me gently against the wet wall. It wasn’t rough, but damn, it was intense. Skin on skin, heat and friction—it was almost too much.
I kissed his neck, bit down softly, and he groaned.
“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.
I believed him.
At least for tonight. For this moment.
We lost ourselves in each other, under artificial rain, with nothing but breath and water bearing witness. No promises. No strings. Just raw, aching need.
And Adonis—he kept his word. He was gentle, yet proud. Every sound that slipped from my lips was pure pleasure.
“You like that?” he asked, grinding deeper with every slow thrust.
“Yes.”
One word. That’s all it took.
Then he turned me around, pressed me to the cold tile.
One stroke—and I was flying.
My legs trembled as we came together in perfect, chaotic rhythm. And for a second, I felt whole.
When it was over, I rested my head on his chest, breathless. Full. Empty. Everything all at once.
And then a thought hit me like a cold slap to the face.
“Adonis…” I said quietly.
“Yeah?”
“You... you used protection, right?”
Silence. Too long. Too heavy.
I stiffened.
“Please tell me you did,” I whispered, almost begging.
He looked down, bit his lip, and muttered,
“Shit...”