❝I want you, what you gonna do about it?❞
They said alphas can't date each other. If they do, it'll just be a wreck. Lee Jeno especially believes that. But one day in that raging heat when he came across a female alpha, he only wanted to shut her up...
The next thing Harin knew, she was sprawled across Jeno's bed, her skin exposed to the chill of the room and the heat of his gaze. He loomed over her like a predator, his dark eyes glinting with hunger, his jaw tight as if barely restraining himself. He wasn't just looking at her—he was devouring her with his eyes.
She shivered, not from cold but from the overwhelming tension crackling between them.
Jeno's hands hovered above her, trembling with the need to touch, to claim. The air between them was thick with a primal energy—this wasn't mere lust. It was raw, animalistic. Their inner wolves rumbled within, clawing to take control.
With a swift motion, Jeno pinned her wrists above her head. His strength was unmatched, and though Harin's alpha pride wanted to resist, she felt herself slipping into a submissive haze. A rare sight—a female alpha yielding—and Jeno relished it.
"Were you this obedient for Jaehyun, too?" he asked, his voice a low growl as he leaned down, his breath fanning across her flushed face. Before she could respond, he added, "No, don't answer that. It's irrelevant."
Harin smirked, her defiance flickering. "Why? Afraid of the answer?"
"Don't test me," he warned, his lips brushing her ear before trailing to her neck. Without another word, he latched onto her skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His hot tongue traced patterns, claiming her in ways words never could.
Harin gasped at the contact, her body tensing before melting under his ministrations. A soft moan escaped her lips as Jeno moved lower, his hands rough but deliberate. She managed to tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging lightly.
Jeno groaned, the sound reverberating against her throat. He captured her wandering hands in one of his, pinning them back to the bed. His free hand roamed her body, finding its way to her chest. When his fingers pinched her sensitive peaks, Harin arched against him, a loud moan spilling out.
"Is this good enough for you?" he murmured against her collarbone, his tone teasing but possessive.
Harin could only whimper in response, her usual sharp tongue rendered useless. Jeno's lips journeyed further, tasting every inch of her skin. When his teeth grazed one of her nipples, her back arched higher, and her breath hitched.
"Jeno," she panted, barely coherent.
"Wet yet, alpha?" he asked, his voice dripping with smugness as he flicked his tongue over her hardened bud.
Her moans were the only answer enough for him.
Jeno pulled back momentarily, his eyes locking onto hers. He smirked at the sight of her—flushed, panting, and utterly undone. "Was I good, honey?" he asked mockingly.
"Fuck..." Harin mumbled, her mind hazy. "I could cum..."
Jeno chuckled darkly, finally releasing her wrists. She winced, rubbing at the reddened marks left behind, and shot him a glare.
"Still in the mood to glare at me?" he taunted, grabbing her thighs and spreading her legs apart with ease. His body pressed flush against hers, his lips ghosting over her ear. "Let's see if you can still look at me like that when I'm done with you."
The days passed in a blur for Jeno, his routine largely unchanged—except for one undeniable shift. Harin.
The nights with her were becoming more than just physical. There was a pull, a magnetic force neither of them could resist. It was as if their wolves had decided for them, intertwining their fates. But despite the undeniable bond growing between them, neither dared to label it.
Jeno found himself lying awake late at night, questions circling his mind. What were they? Friends with benefits? Something more? He wanted to talk to her about it, but every time they were alone, the conversation would dissolve into stolen touches and heated kisses. Their bodies spoke for them, leaving their words behind.
Unable to find the courage to address it in person, Jeno resorted to calling her.
When she answered, her voice was light and teasing. [This better be good, Jeno.]
"I just wanted to call you," he said, trying to keep his tone casual.
[Sus, but okay.]
He rolled his eyes. "Actually, I have a question."
[Obviously.]
Can you not be snarky for once? If you don't, I swear I'll come over there and break your bed.
Harin laughed, her voice melodic despite the sarcasm. [Wild. I like it.]
"I'm serious," he pressed. "What do you think of us?"
[You know I don't do relationships with purebloods, Jeno.]
"I'm not Jaehyun," he snapped, his frustration bleeding into his voice.
[But you're still a pureblood alpha.]
Jeno sighed. "I'm not the type to toss you aside, Harin. I mean it."
[He said that, too.]
"I'll be loyal to you."
[That, too.]
"I can't even look at anyone else," he confessed. "It's just you, Harin. My alpha wants you. My wolf wants you."
Silence. Then, [Jen... we can't.]
"What the hell did Jaehyun do to you?" His tone turned sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade.
[Goodnight, Jeno.]
The call ended with a hollow beep, leaving Jeno staring at his phone in disbelief. Frustration boiled in his veins. He wanted to punch something, to release the pent-up rage swirling within him.
Instead, he scrolled through their messages, his fingers hovering over the keys. He wasn't ready to give up. If Harin thought she could keep him at arm's length, she was sorely mistaken.
Jeno smirked to himself, determination hardening his resolve.
Better to act than give up.
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