Chapter 10
Aria’s POV
That sentence hit me like a bomb.
“I–I’m sleeping your room?” I stammered. “But why how…?”
His handsome face was expressionless, as if he hadn’t just said something completely insane. “You will stay by my side whenever I need. you. That’s what the contract says.
“Right, but-
“Mrs. Jones will prepare you.” With that, he turned and walked away.
My mouth fell open. One hand flew to my chest–my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my body.
That’s when Mrs. Jones appeared at the door with her usual gentle smile. “Miss Collins, this way please.”
I followed her like I was sleepwalking, climbing staircase after staircase. My room was on the third floor, but she led me up to the fifth- somewhere I hadn’t stepped foot before.
“Everything above the fifth floor is part of Alpha’s private quarters,” she explained as we walked. “That includes his office and his bedroom. No one is allowed up here without his permission–not even you. From now on, you’re only allowed to spend the night on the fifth floor when Alpha Grayson calls for you.”
I nodded stiffly, then followed her through a long corridor until we stopped in front of a door.
“You’ll need to bathe before seeing Alpha,” she said, opening it for me. “Everything you need is inside, including fresh clothes. When you’re ready, just press the bell–someone’ll come escort you to the bedroom.”
She was about to leave. But I was about to break out of nervousness, so I stopped her.
“Has anyone done this before… I mean… what exactly am I supposed to do?” my voice was shaking.
She looked surprised, then a flicker of pity passed her eyes..
on will be
“Don’t worry. Every girl who’s spent the night here has had to go through this. It’s not personal. And I’m sure Alpha Grayson gentle.”
I think she got the wrong idea.
I mean, if I was here for a one- -night stand, I’d still be scared out of my mind–but at least I’d know what to expect.
But right now? I had no idea what was going to happen.
And the unknown… is terrifying
I clutched my shirt and went into the bathroom, where I found an entire set of bath and skincare products.
I stood under the hot water for ages, scrubbing myself over and over again. I even shaved. It wasn’t until I smelled like a damn rose garden that I finally stepped out.
Wrapped in a towel, I stood in front of the mirror and studied at my bare body.
Jane ward to say I had a beautiful body–long legs, a tiny waist, delicate collarbones, and yet my breasts and ass were round and plump. 1 also gut sufi, smooth skin with an intoxicating smell of coconut.
man would die happy on top of this body.
Hit when he realized he couldn’t pop my virginity without a ring, he got angry–and cursed me to die a fucking prude,
Grayson’s a man, tou.
Sure, he agreed to the no–sex clause. But would be get angry just like Jace?
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I let out a shaky breath and got dressed. Thankfully, the pajamas waiting for me were modest–a long gown, not some revealing lingerie.
When I was done, I pressed the bell.
The door opened up but no one was there.
I stepped into the hallway, confused. Then, at the very end of the corridor, a single light flicked on–right above a pair of heavy double oak doors. It’s telling me where to go.
At this point, it was like everyone in this house had vanished. No maids. No Jones.
Just me… and the master of this place.
I walked toward the light, legs trembling, palms freezing cold. My brain was too overwhelmed to think. I finally reached the doors and pushed them open.
Inside was pitch black.
THE
I froze by the door, not sure what to do next. Then I heard a voice from in the shadows:
Come in. And close the door.”
I obeyed.
As soon as the door shut, the scent of pine tree slammed into me like a tidal wave. It was violent. Almost like it’s attacking me.
I collapsed against the door, my whole body going weak.
Something was wrong with Grayson.
I could feel it in his scent. It wasn’t just arousal—it was anger, restraint, and something… darker.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he ordered from the darkness.
I couldn’t move. His aura was too strong. Every werewolf has an instinct to submit to their Alpha–and right now, I was trembling just from the weight of his presence.
A lamp flicked on. He was sitting on the couch, watching me coldly.
“In this room, when I give an order, you obey it immediately, Or I can’t promise what might happen,” he growled, voice low and rough.
I flinched, then forced myself to stand straight. One step at a time, I walked to the edge of the bed. Thankfully, it wasn’t far. I made it.
He didn’t come over right away. Instead he just sat there, staring at me with those dark, emotionless eyes.
“Unbutton your dress,” he said.
My hands shook as I undid two buttons–just enough to expose my collarbones.
“All of them,” he said.
I bar my hip to stifle the gap, then undid one more button. Half my chest was already exposed. My hand hovered over the next one. I
“I had an agreement,” I whispered. “You said you’d respect my condition-
“Keep going”
voice was cold and forceful.
My ryra widgard, burning with tears threatening to fall. But I obeyed.
I undid the rest by nightgown gaped open, exposing the bare skin between my breasts and down to my stomach.
He was watching me intensely the whole time. That gaze made my skin crawl.
“Now Hands behind you. On the mattres. Sit up straighu.”
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I followed the command again. He finally stood and walked toward me.
His towering frame loomed over me like a tower. I shivered in his shadow. And then–his hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up.
“Are you crying?” he demanded.
No. Not yet.
“You’re scared,” His lips twisted into a cold, sinister smile. “I warned you. Think twice before signing anything.”
My chest rose and fell rapidly. But I held myself together and replied, “I did think. This is what I want—Ahh!”
He suddenly leaned down and bit my neck.
I screamed. Pain shot through me like a lightning bolt. For a second, I thought he was going to kill me because a bite to the neck is the deadliest werewolf attack. It’s never done lightly.
But then I realized he didn’t pierce my throat. Just my skin.
“This is what you wanted,” he said mockingly.
trembled. I wanted to push him away, but he barked, “Keep your hands on the mattress.”
I stayed still–chest out, back straight–like I was offering myself to him. Humiliation washed over me. He kept sucking on my neck, inhaling deeply.
Once the pain dulled, I could feel his lips brushing over my skin–and the heat pooled low in my belly and traveled down to Iny area. The tingle made me shiver.
Then… he moved lower.
bottom
His mouth reached the center of my chest. My nipples were still covered by my gown, but he didn’t undress me further. He just bit the top of my cleavage and left a mark.
1 was panting. My nipples were rock hard, brushing against the fabric with every breath. It wasn’t enough. I wanted someone to grab my breast and suck them. Hard.
I was wet. My juice had soaked my new underwear.
“I thought you didn’t want this,” he said, his voice full of cruel amusement.
He must’ve noticed the change in my body. I felt humiliated. “I still don’t And you promised to respect this.”
His hand tightened suddenly around my throat as if enraged. I let out a strangled gasp. He released me just as quickly,
“You used body wash?” he asked coldly.
_Y–yes.”
“From now on, only rinse with water before you see me?
I got it immediately. The body wash masked my scent. And my scent.. was the only thing of value I had.
The shame hit me like a wave. I’d never felt more like a tool in my life. Thank god the room was dim–he couldn’t see the tears buming in my eyes.
He kept breathing in my scent, fiddling with my body like it was nothing. Eventually, the pine scent in the room faded slightly, and he finally pulled away.
“That’s enough for tonight. Your bed is next door,” he said roughly, his voice hoarse.
I jumped off the bed, wrapping my gown tightly around me. “That’s it! You don’t need to sleep with your nose buried failed at hiding the sarcasm in my tone.
“Don’t push it, Aria,” he snapped.
my neck?” I
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I bit my lip and escaped the room,
I wanted to go back downstairs to my room. But I didn’t dare disobey his order.
When I collapsed into the guest bed, the tears finally came. I buried my face in the pillow and cried, silently.
I felt so stupid for ever feeling butterflies for him.
I thought he was elegant, composed, noble–even patient with someone like me who had nothing.
I thought he was perfect.
But I was wrong.
Tonight made it painfully clear.
I know nothing about Grayson Hart.
AD
