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Chapter 287
~Ella’s POV~
Caleb froze for a second or two before responding, his hands finding my waist as he deepened the kiss.
My brain short-circuited, every logical thought replaced by primal need.
He tasted like sin and slt divine, and his touch ignited a fire in my core.
I couldn’t get enough.
I pressed against him—his hard body a perfect contrast to my soft curves. My tongue tangled with his, the kiss growing heated.
’What am I doing?’ I thought, my conscience finally coming to the rescue as reality struck like a bucket of cold water, causing to pull back, my eyes wide with horror abruptly.
A sudden wave of guilt washed over .
"I—I’m sorry," I stamred and apologised, covering my mouth with the back of my hand as I backed away. "That was a mistake."
Caleb looked amused, his lips quirking into a smirk. "If that’s what your mistakes look like, I wouldn’t mind you making more of them."
My face burnt as I turned and fled, my heart pounding in my chest.
What the hell had I just done? I was kissing him while pretending he was Noel.
Fuck!
What the hell was wrong with ?
My brain barely had enough ti to rethink my situation when Caleb’s lips pressed against mine again.
My mind was too busy screaming at the top of its lungs, yet my body didn’t seem to care.
It reacted to his touch.
Instinctively, my eyes fluttered closed as his fingers caressed the curve of my hips, and a soft moan escaped .
My stomach was tied in knots, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest. Caleb’s kiss was intoxicating, and his scent filled my nostrils, clouding my thoughts.
I was getting dizzy.
Caleb’s lips moved from mine to the base of my throat, sending a shiver down my spine. And then all I could see was Styles and his scent overwheld .
Without warning, my hands were pinned above my head, and my back was pressed against the wall as he deepened it.
My wolf was purring contentedly, and my body arched into his, the need to be touched by him overwhelming .
This wasn’t right.
This wasn’t .
As the thought registered, I shoved Caleb off and bolted, leaving him confused.
"Ella," he called out. "What the fuck?"
I ignored him, racing towards the direction I believed led to the packhouse.
But I was so wrong, so, so, so wrong.
It did not take long to get lost. I was fucking lost, and there was no sign of the packhouse or even a soul.
Fuck, why had I drunk that wine? Cursing my luck, I suppressed the urge to scream out my frustration. Why had I kissed Caleb?
And an alpha at that.
He wasn’t Styles.
I was playing with a raging fire and could get so burnt but how could I not?
Instinctively, I reached for my lips, my fingers feeling his soft lips pressed against mine and imdiately I recalled everything.
Why the hell did I run off?
What the fuck was wrong with ?
There was a faint rustle of leaves, and I paused, my pulse racing. Was soone there?
I sniffed the air, and a familiar scent hit .
My heart sank as Caleb stepped out from behind a tree, his eyes glowing with amusent.
"Running into trees won’t solve your problem, Ella," he teased.
I stared at him, my throat dry as he slowly approached.
"Look, I’m sorry about the kiss," he began in a low voice. "It was wrong of to take advantage. I got carried away." He swallowed. "Which I must say happens rarely but with you..."
I blinked. I was completely unsure how to respond.
"But," he continued, "that doesn’t change the fact that you want this as much as I do."
Before I could reply, he closed the distance between us, and this ti I didn’t back away. My brain did the usual nonsense she did, contemplating the first ss I made while presenting with beautiful temptation.
In a matter of seconds, Caleb’s mouth was on mine again, his kiss demanding. I gasped, my resolve weakening as his hands explored my body, sending shivers through .
"Caleb," I breathed as my head spun.
"Shh," he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down my neck.
I was helpless, powerless, and completely overwheld.
His touch ignited sothing in , and my wolf howled for him, begging to be claid.
I was losing control, and I couldn’t stop myself.
"We can’t," I managed to whisper, breaking the kiss. "I can’t."
"Yes, you can," he insisted, his warm breath fanning my cheeks as his hand slipped beneath my dress, caressing my bare skin.
My eyes closed, and a moan escaped .
"You’re mine, Ella," he growled close to my ear, his fingers teasing .
And the truth was, I was.
He was claiming , and I was surrendering.
"Mine," he whispered against my ear, sending a shiver through .
The world around seed to fade, and all I could focus on was Caleb.
His touch, his scent, his kiss.
I was lost, and I didn’t care.
He was mine to hold. Styles was mone and...
At the ntion of that na, the drunken haze I was in disappeared imdiately and I looked at his eyes. There weren’t Styles or Noel’s eyes. They were different.
"Fuck it, El."
Caleb’s lips crashed against mine again, and I pulled away, stepping back.
"Wait, stop," I gasped, pushing him off.
"Why?" he growled, his eyes blazing with lust.
I shook my head, struggling to compose myself. "I’m sorry. I can’t do this. You’re not... him."
Caleb stared at , the realisation hitting him. "Oh. Your ex?"
"Yes and no," I replied. "It’s complicated."
He nodded and was about to speak when I decided to put a stop to my shenanigans. With that, I bolted.
Caleb called out after , but I ignored him, running blindly until I found the safety of the packhouse.
As soon as I reached my room, I shut the door and leaned against it, my mind spinning.
My phone buzzed, and I jumped, startled by the sudden noise. I grabbed it, the screen lighting up with an unfamiliar number.
I stared at the screen, my heart racing. What if it was him?
Taking a deep breath, I answered the call.
"Hello?"
There was a long pause before a voice responded.
"Ella."
It was him. It was Noel.
I felt relief wash over , quickly replaced by anger. "Where have you been? Why haven’t you responded to my texts?"
"I’m sorry," he said, his voice strained. "I’ve been busy. A lot is going on right now."
"That’s not an excuse," I snapped.
But before I could speak further, his chilled voice cut in. "Ella, rember who and what we are. Friends with benefits and nothing more. I do not owe you any details of my whereabouts. You knew we couldn’t get attached and you agreed to things. So why are you acting like my wife?"
I froze, my world tilting around as his words jolted reality right back at .
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