Chapter 3: Craving The Forbidden Things
Skye’s POV
Leon halted so suddenly I crashed into his solid frame, my body pressing against the hard planes of his chest.
The impact sent a jolt through me, but it was the unmistakable hardness pressing against my thigh that made my breath catch. His cock, rigid and unyielding, sent a flush of heat coursing through me, pooling low in my belly.
My cheeks burned as I met his gaze—those ice-blue eyes swirling with something dark and unreadable.
His breath, warm and ragged, carried the scent of pine, blood, and raw masculinity. My heart pounded.
He’s my mate. The thought seared through me, undeniable, intoxicating.
I tried to step back, nerves sparking, but Leon’s hand shot out, gripping my waist with possessive strength, pulling me closer.
My pulse thundered as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my pants, delving into the sensitive heat between my thighs. A shiver raced through me, my body arching instinctively into his touch. I closed my eyes, a soft moan escaping as his fingers explored, teasing the edges of my desire.
In that moment, I was his—ready to surrender to whatever he demanded, craving the forbidden things I couldn’t name.
But then, nothing.
His hand withdrew abruptly, and he shoved me back, the cold air rushing between us.
“Mate?” His voice was a low, guttural growl, dripping with disdain. “You could never be my mate.”
Those words hit me like a physical blow. I staggered backward, my boots sinking into the snow as a searing pain tore through my chest. It felt as though something essential was being ripped from my soul, leaving behind a raw, gaping wound.
I'd always had a crush on Leon—what girl in the pack hadn't?
He was the Alpha's son, practically wolf royalty. With his golden hair and ice-blue eyes, he looked like something from a fairy tale. Unlike some of the other male wolves who took advantage of their status before finding their mates, Leon had only dated two girls that I knew of. He was disciplined, honorable.
Yet my feelings for him had only ever been admiration, maybe attraction—certainly not love or obsession. So why did this hurt so deeply?
"It's getting late," Leon said, his voice devoid of emotion. "We need to get back to the pack. The competition is almost over."
Without waiting for my response, he turned away and resumed dragging the massive grizzly through the snow.
I stood frozen for a moment, trying to catch my breath as the pain continued to pulse through me in dizzying waves.
Forcing myself to move, I followed after Leon, nearly running to keep up with his long strides.
By the time we reached the Frostshadow Pack's campground, most hunters had already returned.
The massive bonfire at the center of the clearing illuminated an impressive display of the night's hunt—rabbits, deer, and even a few elk arranged to showcase each wolf's prowess.
Leon unceremoniously dropped the grizzly near the fire, the massive carcass landing with a heavy thud that drew all eyes in our direction. Murmurs of awe rippled through the gathered wolves as they took in the size of the bear.
Without a word, Leon stalked away toward the supply tents, presumably to find clothes.
I lingered near the periphery, unsure where to place myself in this celebration. The rifle hung heavy in my hands, a reminder of my failure—not only had I failed to bring down prey of my own, but I'd shot the pack's future Alpha.
"What did you catch, Skye?" Maya's voice dripped with false sweetness as she approached, dragging a decent-sized elk behind her. "Don't tell me you came back empty-handed."
I clenched my fists, the pain in my chest momentarily overshadowed by a flare of anger. "Mind your own business."
"You shouldn't even be in this competition. A person without a wolf participating in the Hunt Festival is like a blind person entering an archery contest. It's just pathetic."
The words struck a nerve, and I felt my eyes begin to burn with unshed tears. Before I could respond, an arm dropped around my shoulders.
"Say another word about my sister," Ethan growled, his voice dangerously low, "and Leon and I won't be taking you joyriding anymore."
Maya's smile faltered. She stuck out her tongue childishly, but retreated with her elk, throwing one last smug look over her shoulder.
"Thanks," I murmured, leaning into my brother's warmth.
Ethan squeezed my shoulder. "Don't let her get to you. Maya's just jealous because you've always been smarter than her."
I tried to smile, but the pain in my chest had returned, a dull, persistent ache that made it hard to focus on anything else.
Leon returned to the bonfire, now dressed in dark hunting clothes, his hair slightly damp as though he'd hastily washed away the blood from the hunt. My eyes followed him involuntarily, drawn to him despite the agony his words had caused me.
Alpha James began his inspection of the night's bounty, moving methodically from one kill to the next with appraising eyes.
Finally, he stood beside the massive grizzly, placing one hand on its thick fur. "The champion of this year's Hunt Festival," he announced, his voice ringing through the clearing, "is my son, Leon!"
Cheers erupted around us. Some wolves even threw back their heads in celebratory howls. Ethan stepped forward to clap Leon on the back.
"Where did you find such a beast?" my brother asked, admiration clear in his voice. "You've got the luck of the Ancestors this year!"
Leon didn't respond to Ethan. Instead, his gaze traveled over the crowd until it found me standing at the edge.
After a moment of charged silence, Leon turned to his father. "Alpha," he said, his voice carrying across the now-quieting crowd, "I have something to announce."
The clearing fell silent, all attention riveted on the Alpha's son.
My heart began to race, a sense of foreboding washing over me like the first chill wind before a blizzard.
In that moment, as Leon stood bathed in firelight, tall and regal before the pack, I knew with terrible certainty that whatever he was about to say would change everything.