"You say stop..."

Violet woke up the day after, her body sore and her head pounding. She pushed herself off the white silk sheets and looked around; she was in the same room as before.

The last thing she remembered was eating, and then she woke up. She reckoned he put something in her food, causing her to pass out even without realizing it.

"Slept well, darling?" a familiar voice asked behind her, she turned to the source and saw Aldren wearing a shit-eating grin. Clearly satisfied with himself as he sat on the chair, she once sat on before.

"No." she lied through her teeth; she slept like a baby. Odd considering she was in enemy's territory.

The man chuckled, amused at her blatant lie. "You drugged me," she said, getting off the bed and heading to the toilet. "Of course, I did," he answered casually, not giving a damn with moral repercussions.

"I'll be in the parlour if you need me," he said, heading out the door.

Blake sat by the parlour, legs crossed comfortably. He was reading the newspaper with a warm cup of coffee. He turned when he heard someone enter the room and took note at the glint of mischief in the brunet's eyes.

"Having fun?" he asked, earning a chuckle from the brunet as he flopped down the sofa. "Yes." Aldren admitted, earning a scoff from the redhead standing by the entrance.

The men turned, finding Lilith standing there a scowl evident on her flawless face.

"I want her dead." she demanded, "good morning to you too, baby sister," Aldren said when the woman beelined before him.

"I'm serious, Al." the redhead insisted, she was possessed with the spirit of vengeance the whole night. And she would have ripped her into shreds if the brunet was not there with her in the bedroom the entire night.

Aldren narrowed his eyes at her, "You'd have to live with it, sister. As I said, she's my wife." he replied, his tone darkening.

Lilith huffed and expelled a loud sigh urging herself to let it go. She rolled her eyes to her brother, "So did you sleep with your beloved wife?" she asked, dripping with sarcasm.

Aldren leaned back on the sofa, the warm morning sun hitting his face. "Sleep. Yes", he answered. "Only sleep?" Blake mused out loud, taking a sip from his cup. "Unfortunately, yes." the brunet admitted, earning a bewildered look from the two.

Aldren sighed, leaning forward "She made it clear that she would kill herself together with my hybrid babies if I force her to sleep with me." he put in plain words. Lilith scoffed, "And you believe her?" she asked, irritated. Aldren shrugged, "She was very convincing." he said, crossing his legs.

Blake chuckled, amused at the notion of his master 'waiting'. He hated waiting at his core. There was not an ounce of patience in his whole being. "Are you seriously going to wait? The Lord Aldren?" the blond said.

Aldren rolled his eyes, "Of course not. It won't be long when she can no longer restrain her werewolf urges. Not long." the man claimed, confidently. He had noticed her subconscious response last night when he invaded her space. He felt her heart pounding against her chest, her eyes dilating as she looked at him. Signs that could be mistaken for fear, but he knew she was far from afraid. She hadn't been afraid of him from the beginning, and he knew she wouldn't start anytime soon.

…..

Violet lied on the bed meditating silently, feeling the energy around her and using it to quicken her recovery. Her eyes snapped open when she heard the door open, revealing the tall brunet.

"I need you to answer some questions, darling", Aldren said, walking towards her. She cocked a curious brow at him, not bothering to move from her spot. She was still sore in many places, after all.

"It will cost you", she said, earning a grin from him. "I'll pay you with my body", he offered, as he crept on top of her in a blur. Violet's hand found its way to his chest, immediately pushing him away from her, "No, thank you." she said, heart pounding all of a sudden. She had noticed this had continuously been happening whenever he invaded her space—something she doesn't completely understand.

She felt her throat dry, and her body growing warm at the proximity.

Aldren didn't budge in his spot; grinning at the peeved and confused expression on her face. He could tell she didn't understand why her body was reacting to him. It was only natural he knew, seeing as her wolf could recognize the alpha in him.

"Damn it, get off me!" she said, earning an eye roll from him. He leaned forward close to her ears and whispered, "Too bad."

The warmth of his breath caused her to flinch, and he chuckled at her reaction. "Go away", she insisted yet again, pushing him back. He smiled down at her and grabbed both her arms over her head, restraining her, and he leaned closer to her face making her turn away, "Get off me, damn it!" she said, tensing the second his mouth touched her right ear.

Aldren felt electricity surge from her hands to his, and he released her immediately, getting off her casually. "Buzz-kill." He said, rolling to the bed next to her. She turned away from him, grabbing a pillow and covering her flushed face. He silently scoffed, he knew all too well how a werewolves' urge was like, something worse than vampires or any other entity on the planet.

He stretched his arms to her back and glided his fingers along her spine, her body tensing from the contact.

"How long are you going to pretend you don't want me?" Aldren asked, still tracing random shapes on her back. "Not pretending…" she said determined, and he suddenly pressed hard enough that it sent electricity down her spine. Making her heart pound loudly against her chest, fuck, she thought. What is happening? Why is my body reacting to him?

Aldren grinned smugly behind her, "Really? You seem to be enjoying yourself." He claimed, not stopping. "You're still a werewolf, you have needs… I would be happy to provide" He continued his voice low and seductive.

"Stop touching me." she spat, for a second, he paused but continued yet again ignoring her.

"You say stop, but your heartbeat says don't," he said smugly, causing her to grit her teeth. He leaned closer, "I can hear you." He whispered, chuckling after.