[ ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ♬♩♪♩]
"It's okay, love. I won't hurt you," Raj tried to reassure me, his voice soft, but I couldn't believe him. I shakily stood up, trying to put more distance between us.
"Please, Lavanya, relax. You're not well," he said, steppin...
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✧ Raj Malhotra’s POV ✧
Fucking rogue bastards. How dare they attack my pack? When I arrived at the scene, my Beta, Naman, and Gamma, Varun, were already fighting them off. There were over a hundred of them, and I could feel the anger boiling inside me.
I shifted into my wolf form, my massive black wolf ripping through their ranks like a storm. Limbs flew, and blood splattered everywhere. The fucking cowards—half of them ran away, abandoning their comrades to face my wrath. I didn't stop until the ground was soaked with blood. Even after the last rogue fell, I could barely contain my rage. I needed to shower; my blood was boiling with fury.
When Naman and Varun approached me, they were just as drenched in blood, wearing only shorts. I shifted back into my human form, standing naked under the moonlight. Varun tossed me a pair of shorts, which I slipped on quickly, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins.
"How many are injured?" I demanded, my voice laced with anger.
Naman wiped blood from his brow and replied, "At least half the pack. I've sent them to Dev for treatment."
Varun’s face was unusually tense. I turned to him, sensing something was off. "What happened, Varun?"
He looked at me, his eyes filled with worry. "Riya’s sister injured, Raj. She’s hurt badly. You know how it is when your mate’s in pain...you feel it too," he said, his voice almost cracking.
I placed a firm hand on his shoulder, offering some silent support. He nodded, his jaw clenched, and we walked back to the pack house.
After a quick, hot shower, trying to wash away the blood and the rage, I couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet scent I had noticed earlier.
"Why didn’t you ask Mr. Mahajan about our mate?" my wolf growled, frustration evident in his tone.
"I'm the boss here," I snapped back. "We’ll find our mate soon enough. If I start questioning him, he’ll think I'm losing my mind."
My wolf snarled in defiance, clearly not satisfied with my response. I sighed, my mind still lingering on that intoxicating scent as sleep finally claimed me.
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✧ Lavanya's POV ✧
Dhruv and I had hit the club, flashing our VIP passes like they were badges of honor. We danced until we were drenched in sweat, completely wasted, enjoying every moment of our wild night. When he finally dropped me off at my apartment, we exchanged tipsy goodbyes, laughter still bubbling between us.
The last two months had been an emotional rollercoaster, and tonight was just another ride. But when I opened the door to my apartment, something didn’t feel right.
