Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 34 Octavius Get Out

Valentine Winters P.O.V

The hotel room door swung open, and instinct took over. I pushed Lucifer away with a force I didn't know I had, sending him stumbling to the floor with a hiss of pain. He scowled up at me, his expression a mix of surprise and frustration. Both of us turned our heads toward the door in unison, only to find a timid-looking Japanese lady—no doubt the housekeeper—standing there, wide-eyed. My breathing was still ragged, my body still humming from the intensity of the moment that had just been shattered.

As the reality of what had just happened settled in, my eyes widened in shock. What had I been thinking? How could I have said something like that? I had never even had sex before. I was still a virgin, untouched in every way that mattered, and Lucifer... he had been my first real kiss.

My heart pounded as I tried to calm myself, glancing over at the housekeeper, who was blushing furiously, her eyes wide with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry." she stammered, looking away and scratching the back of her neck awkwardly. "I should've knocked a couple more times. I'm new at this job."

Lucifer stood up, dusting off his pants and straightening his shirt, his movements stiff with barely controlled frustration. My wolf growled softly in the back of my mind, her possessiveness flaring up as he walked toward the housekeeper. The closer he got, the more restless she became, urging me to keep him away from any other female.

"What do you want?" Lucifer's tone was cold, direct, and the housekeeper flinched slightly under the weight of it.

But before she could answer, another voice cut through the tension like a knife. "Her."

I froze. That voice. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes immediately landed on my father's figure, his presence commanding and filled with purpose as he approached the room. Tears welled up in my eyes, a wave of relief washing over me.

The housekeeper took her cue to leave, scurrying out of the room without a second glance. I wanted to run to my dad, to throw myself into his arms, but a tall figure blocked my path. I tried to move around him, but Lucifer was faster, his grip on my hips firm as he wrapped his right arm around me, holding me in place.

The room was thick with tension, a charged atmosphere of clashing emotions—desire, possessiveness, and the desperate hope for salvation.

"Let her go." my father's voice boomed, the command infused with the authority of an alpha, his eyes darkening to an inky black that signaled his wolf's readiness to protect his daughter at any cost.

"She's mine." Lucifer growled back, his defiance ringing through the room.

"You have no idea what you're dealing with." my father warned, his voice low and dangerous, fur already sprouting from his skin as his wolf threatened to emerge.

"You're not taking her away from me." Lucifer snarled, pulling me even closer to him, his grip tightening possessively.

A deep growl rumbled from my father's chest, his wolf pacing inside him, torn between the need to protect and the knowledge that an attack could spark a war. "If I attack you, it'll mean war between the packs!" he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"I have more claim to her than you do." Lucifer shot back, his voice cold and unyielding.

My father growled, his claws elongating, the threat clear in every word. "Give her back to me or face the consequences."

Lucifer's heart raced, the sound loud in my ears as he processed the gravity of the situation. His eyes locked onto mine, a silent question in their depths. "Me or him?" he asked, his voice tight with emotion.