The mont my mother left, I flopped back onto the bed with a groan, rubbing a hand on my face.
María José.
Shit.
The mories of last night sat around my mind like a noose. Her soft body against mine, her intoxicating scent, her parted lips, her pulse racing beneath my teeth.
My teeth. My bite.
I had bitten her. I had tasted her. And worst of all? It hadn’t been a mistake.
The pleasure had been consuming, too raw and real to be just a slip of control. Sothing inside had wanted it—no, craved it.
Hugo had disappeared last night, that traitor. I was left dealing with the aftermath alone, with no one to bla but myself.
"Hugo, you bastard." I hissed out, gritting my teeth.
"Oh, don’t pin this on ," Hugo replied lazily, stretching in the back of my mind like a wolf basking in the aftermath of a hunt. "That was all you, buddy".
"You disappeared!" I seethed.
"I didn’t disappear," he corrected, sounding smug. "I was... watching."
"You were supposed to keep in check!"
"And miss that? Like I was going to ruin that mont. You think I wanted it to end? No way. That was..."
I could feel his shiver of pleasure sizzling through , and it made my skin burn.
"That was what?" I growled.
"Too good to stop," he admitted.
I sat up abruptly, my pulse thundering in my ears.
"What the hell does that even an?"
"It ans," Hugo stated as a matter of factly, "...that whatever happened last night was beyond just logic. It was sothing else. Sothing we haven’t felt before."
An itchy heat slithered up my spine at his words. I hated that I understood.
"Did we mark her?"
Dios mío, he took it upon himself to be silent at this ti!
"Hugo."
"How can I mark soone who doesn’t have a wolf?" he finally muttered, but his usual teasing tone was gone.
He was uncertain. And Hugo was never uncertain.
He was my wolf, my instincts, my other half. If he didn’t have an answer, then I was screwed.
"Then what the hell did we do?"
"I don’t know," he admitted. "But it felt euphoric. It felt... right. And yet, there was no bond."
I swallowed hard.
No bond. No mate pull. Just pure, uncontrollable desire.
But that wasn’t what disturbed the most.
"We drank her blood," I said slowly, the realization slamming into like I was stumbling into a brick wall.
"I fucking drank her blood, Hugo."
Instead of sharing in my panic, he growled with satisfaction. "And it was delicious."
Her blood.
The taste of it rushed back to so fast my mouth nearly watered. Rich, sweet, sothing that sank into my very bones and made feel... more.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.
"What the fuck is wrong with us?"
Hugo Grunted. "Oh, now you want to have a moral crisis? Didn’t seem to bother you when you were sucking on her neck like your life depended on it."
"Shut up!" I snapped.
"Make ."
I let out a breath through clenched teeth and shoved him to the back of my mind, dragging myself out of bed before I could be paranoid any further.
I had a lot of shit to deal with today, and standing around having a breakdown wasn’t going to help.
.
.
I forced myself through my usual morning routine, though everything felt ten tis harder than it should have.
Washing my face, brushing my teeth—every little thing was sluggish as my body was weighed down by the ss in my head.
And then there was the issue of dressing.
I stood in front of my closet, glaring at my options. If it were up to , I’d throw on the first thing I touched and be done with it.
But my father? He expected to look like the Beta I was supposed to be—noble, proper, and ready to grovel in front of Don Diego.
The disgusting father and Gamma. Matter of fact, he was an excuse for a human in a whole!
I grabbed a white shirt and dark slacks, buttoning up as begrudgingly as possible.
"You’re dressing up for her." Hugo snickered.
"I’m dressing up to avoid argunts with my father." I corrected.
"Sure you are. Look at you, fixing your collar like so lovesick pup."
I yanked my collar with unnecessary force.
"I will skin you, Hugo."
"Please. Then gladly beco an Oga after."
"Shut up."
Still, as much as I wanted to argue, I couldn’t deny the truth chewing back at .
I was going back to that house.
I was going to see María José again. And I had no idea how to face her.
Guilt and Paranoia... those were the only fitting words for my emotions right now.
.
As I stepped out of my room, the heavy weight in my chest only grew.
The mansion was already awake with the usual morning routine in full swing. Maids buzzed through the halls, their hands full of linens and trays of food with gossip in their mouths.
Imagine soone saw sneaking into María José’s room last night, and it was found this morning that she had yet to wake up.
... apparently, from blood loss. Darn, would the pack’s dungeons take a Beta? Maybe.
I kept my head down, moving quickly through the hallways as I passed the maids. But then I noticed sothing.
It was a glance. Then another and another... all cringe.
The maids were looking at .
Not outright staring, but sneaking glances, whispering behind their hands with their cheeks tinged pink.
My throat went dry.
They knew.
They all knew. They knew what I’d done. Everyone knew my secret now. They must think I am a pervert.
Hold on a second... What on earth did I an they must think?
Like I wasn’t a bloody pervert; sneaking into a señorita’s room, kissing her, touching her even though she touched back, and biting her.
Drinking her blood until she was so lightheaded that she collapsed.
Oh, fuck. They all knew.
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