Ch. 71..75: The Rogue is a Female Alpha chapter 71-75
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“Zephyrine? Zephyrine?”
I fluttered my eyelids open, tired and heavy, to see Princess Mearez’s concerned face. She looked so worried that my chest ached. I saw her lips move, but I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t summon the energy to answer or even pay attention.
I tried to close my eyes again, but Serena came and nudged me gently.
“Zephyrine, you can’t sleep. Try to stay awake. It’s already dusk.”
Oh. I must have slept through the entire morning. I swallowed hard and spoke in a whisper, barely audible. Princess Mearez leaned in, straining to hear.
“Lycan… is he… okay?”
She pulled back for a brief moment, then nodded,
“He will be fine. He will be here soon. You need to stay awake. You have to be strong.”
At that moment, Princess Serena turned toward the door, groaning with urgent concern.
“Is he not going to come? His pack isn’t that far away, is it?
I raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering.
Whose pack? Who else was coming?
The door opened then, and Dessyn rushed in, panting as though she’d been running non–stop.
“Alpha Nyroth isn’t at his pack. He’s at Blackbridge Pack, and when I got there, it was, oh gods, through the window! He granted me an audience, and… my gods, he’s naked! Bare–chested!”
“And why isn’t he here with you?” Princess Mearez asked, her tone sharp.
“He’s… with Kaela.”
“Who is Kaela?” Serena asked, her voice tight with curiosity. I turned away, letting out a shaky sigh. I already knew what Kaela meant to him. How he gaze at her. How much I’d prayed, hoped, begged for Nyroth to look at me that way, but no. He never would. Not even once.
“She’s his mate. If he can channel a bit of energy to her wolf, it will ease her pain. But why won’t he come?”
“I can’t believe this is how mate bonds work in the Werewolf Empire,” Princess Mearez muttered to herself. I closed my eyes slowly, letting the words sink in.
Nyroth had failed me every single time I gave him a chance to prove himself. Every time, up until now, he failed again and again and chose Kaela over me.
While I rot here, he finds the urge to lay with her, even when the mate bond between us is still intact.
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Moon, goddess, why would you fate me to such a man? Why? Even after I’ve saved your empire from demons and brought peace to the entire world, why will you pay me with…
My tired eyes drifted to the dark sky outside the window. The cold breeze swirling through sent a chill down my spine.
Lycannar… I wonder how he’s faring. Is he okay?
I was lost in thought when the distant sound of the White Pack’s gates opening reached me. The pounding of hooves brought my heart to a halt. The princesses and Dessyn rushed to the window.
“My gods. It’s my baby brother!” Serena exclaimed in awe.
They all rushed out. Footsteps echoed from the living room, carrying voices as well.
“My princess, I’ve made preparations for the potion,” Blue’s voice called.
“Lead me to the kitchen. Quick,” Princess Mearez commanded, and I heard the soft sound of kisses. Serena to Lycannar.
“Are you hurt anywhere?” Dessyn asked Moon, but he didn’t respond. His footsteps receded instead.
What happened?
I forced myself to sit up, turning toward
door. The approaching footsteps grew louder, each step
melting the chill in my chest and replacing it with warmth.
Finally, he appeared in the doorway. I forgot to breathe for a moment.
Lycannar.
He stood frozen for a heart–stopping second, his eyes locked on mine. I stared back. No scratches, no signs of the dangers he had faced at the empire grove.
Was the danger there exaggerated, or had he truly emerged unscathed?
“Lycan…” I whispered softly. He stepped forward, then paused. His eyes dropped to my hand, and I felt him recoil.
Coldness surged suddenly, and my heart sank as he set his jaw and turned toward the exit.
“Lycan?!” I called after him, but he didn’t reply. The sound of his horse departing reached me moments later, and I bit my lower lip until it almost bled.
My gods! What happened?
I tried to get out of bed, but my knees buckled, and I collapsed to the floor just as Dessyn entered, rushing toward me.
“Zephyr…”
“Let me go. I need to… I need to talk to him,” I said, exhaustion seeping into my voice. Dessyn helped me back to the bed.
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“Why?” she asked.
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“Lycannar,” I whispered, my voice almost gone. “He just left, and I don’t know why. I… I need to talk to him. I need to…”
“Zephyr!” she snapped, yanking me back to reality. I gasped, breathing hard. “What is wrong with you? He only left. He’ll come back. Or you can go to him. Why are you trembling?”
Am I… trembling?
I looked down at my hands. My knuckles were white.
And then it hit me. How much I fear losing Lycannar. I might not want to admit it, but he occupies the largest, deepest place in my heart now. The mate bond from the moon goddess means nothing compared to what I feel.
I leaned back against the pillow, quiet, my hands still trembling. He had looked at them. Definitely reminded of Nyroth holding my hands. Is he mad at me? Still?
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My horse galloped into my Kingdom and stopped at the Royal stable under the night sky.
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I dismounted and entered the hall at once as the stableman came to hold the horse. I headed straight toward my tower when a shift behind me caught my attention.
I slowed and turned. The movement flickered in my vision before vanishing. It looked more like… my father disappearing into another hallway.
I frowned and continued walking, but then I paused and let out a shaky sigh.
“Chantel, inform the guards to go to White Pack and escort my sisters home when they are done.”
He said no word, only bowed and moved swiftly to carry out my orders while I mounted the stairs and pushed open the door to my bedchamber.
I rushed to the table to pour a goblet of calming potion but it slipped from my hand when dizziness hit me suddenly.
I stumbled to the bed and collapsed onto it, breathing hard. I shouldn’t have informed Moon he would die. If I hadn’t… I wouldn’t feel this weak, this sick. I bowed my head, trying to fight the fatigue, when soft footsteps drifted in from the hallway.
I looked up, expecting Chantel, but the door was ajar and no one was there. I stared into the blank space, goosebumps rising across my skin.
Someone is here. Someone.
“She will never love you. She will hate you soon. She will leave you for her fated mate and you will rot here. Alone.”
The whisper froze me. It was my father’s voice. I had left the Empire Grove unharmed, thought I was safe…
but now….
I walked to the door and slowly closed it. Then I moved to the corridor of my tower, where I often watched the sun set. Below, I could see my kingdom’s people going about their nightly tasks. It gave me a small peace to see laughter among them, but then a movement caught my eyes.
Someone walking there didn’t belong. He paused and looked up at me. My blood ran cold. Father.
The sound of a door opening pulled me from my gaze, and I slowly turned to see Chantel standing quietly at the doorway, at attention as always.
I turned back to where I had glimpsed my father on the lower floor but he was gone. Only the cool night breeze swirled around now.
I pulled away from the corridor and decided to prepare for bed. I made my way to the bath chamber, the large space lit with ancient candles that burned forever.
Memories of Zephyrine in the water came flooding back. Her body, her gaze, her lips, those long, beautiful
fingers…
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“He held them, didn’t he?” My father’s voice cut through my thoughts. I swallowed hard. “She feels nothing for you, son. No one will love you. She will get better and return to her mate. No one will love a creature with no place here or in the other world.”
I swallowed his bitter words and undressed, stepping into the pool. The water was soothing, and I closed my eyes to savor it but visions of Zephyrine in the arms of her mate flashed before me. They kissed, and she stared at him the way she used to look at me.
I jerked my eyes open and breathed shakily. It’s not real, I tried to tell myself.
Just hallucinations, remnants of the Grove visit. I steadied my breath and looked ahead to see Chantel silently observing. I turned away, finished bathing, and stepped out of the running pool.
I picked up my robe and dressed. As I walked through the hall, I felt another presence below. My uncle, Dareth.
Quietly, I descended the stairs to the dining room where he stood with two elders from the council.
The same elders who never appeared unless absolutely necessary.
Why are they here tonight?
“Your Majesty,” my uncle bowed. I paused at the foot of the stairs, waiting.
His eyes ran over my wet hair, my bare feet, the golden anklets around my ankles.
“Uh… Your Majesty, we have come to remind you, because it seems you have forgotten. This is the Lycan Kingdom, and we have no business with the Werewolf Empire.”
I said nothing, staring at him. He continued, fidgeting slightly.
“You have barely attended council meetings since ascending the throne, so we have come to remind you about the Beta post. You didn’t address it.”
Still, I remained silent, studying him. At last, I nodded.
“Let’s discuss it tomorrow at the meeting. I will be there.”
Ignoring his bow and the elders‘ presence, I returned to my tower. I pulled off the Royal robe and dressed for bed. Just as I finished, Chantel appeared at my doorstep, refreshed and ready to guard as he always did.
I walked to the bed and sat, doing nothing for a moment. I reached for a book but couldn’t concentrate. My thoughts weighed heavily.
What if Zephyrine is in another man’s arms? And… why does the blanket on her bed cling to her body like that? It should be me holding her so tight?
I groaned in frustration and closed the book. Gently, I looked at Chantel and sighed.
“Come in,” I ordered.
He obeyed quietly, lowering himself into the chair by the table. He must be tired too; he shouldn’t have to
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I draped the blanket over myself with a heavy sigh and closed my eyes, trying to sleep but my heart was restless, my thoughts tangled with betrayal. I opened my eyes to see Chantel watching me. Silence fell until he spoke.
“Should I go kill him?”
The question lingered in my mind. I could wipe out that useless mate of hers and prepare for her wrath. later but no.
“She said she won’t see me again if I harm him,” I muttered. “For now… let him live.”
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The bright sunlight bathed my face, compelling me to open my eyes to see that morning had already come.
I lay there for a while, then slowly sat up, taking in my surroundings. I was alone in the bed, and everywhere felt quieter than usual.
Carefully, I got off the bed and walked to the window, my gaze fixing on the exact spot he used to stand whenever he came by.
Lycannar.
His name echoed in my heart, and I lowered my gaze, closing my eyes to try to feel his energy but I couldn’t. Whenever the massive gates of the Lycan Kingdom closed behind him, I couldn’t even perceive
his scent.
Why did he have to leave immediately after being there for me? Who gave him the right to turn his back when I needed him the most? Did he think he could barge into my heart, steal everything I am, and expect me to just watch him walk away?
I stood there in silence until the soft sound of the door opening caught my attention. The footsteps stopped forward, and I turned to see her. Blue.
Her beautiful eyes met mine, and she trailed her gaze down my body.
“You are… feeling well, my lady,” she muttered, a proud excitement clouding her face. “Princess Mearez is still the best healer. I knew she would get the job done.”
Silence fell between us when I didn’t respond. I watched her stare, and slowly, her gaze dropped.
“Did I… say anything wrong, my lady?”
I turned away, staring out at the bright sky. It was a peaceful day, and I let out a soft sigh. Blue now served as a reminder that Lycannar was still in my life, still in my heart. I slowly looked down at my fingers and swallowed hard.
“Why didn’t you tell Lycannar about my identity?” I asked quietly. “You know who I am. You know I am an Ashmere. You saw the Beta of Ash Pack bow before me the other night at Luna Tahlia’s house. Why keep that a secret from your king?”
“I am following orders, my lady,” she replied softly. “His Majesty said I should serve only you. That means I must be loyal to no one else but you.”
“So that means… if I leave here… if by any chance I return to my pack… you will come along?”
She met my eyes, hesitation and worry flickering across her face, tinged with sadness.
“I will go anywhere with you, my lady. Don’t… push me away. Please.”
I lowered my gaze from her face. She was fiercely loyal. From her stance, from her attitude, I could tell she would die for me.
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“Who am I?” I asked softly. Silence. I looked up, finding her fingers entwined nervously.
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“From whispers, words I have heard in the house, and what I have seen so far… You are Zephyrine Ashmere. The only daughter of the last Warlord, Vale. Your mother is a war general, Seraphine, and your brother, Varyn, is the best war strategist. He was supposed to be Alpha after your parents were reported dead in the war… but he’s missing.”
I stayed quiet for a long time, almost smiling at her words. She knew it all.
“You have been my personal maid for a while. Tell me,” I said carefully, “who is best for me. Nyroth or Lycannar?”
A small frown creased her face, and she shook her head.
“Do you have to compare my king to any other man?” she asked, and my heart tightened. “Between a man who looks at only you like he’d devour you, and a man who chose another woman when you were dying… who do you think is best?”
A cold chill ran down my spine. I stepped back, her words heavy in my heart.
Before I could respond, the door opened again. Dessyn walked in, looking exhausted. She paused when she saw me standing.
“Zephyr!” she rushed forward, hugging me tightly. I stood in her arms, staring at her as she pulled back. “My gods… how do you feel? Are you okay? Princess Mearez said you’d be fine, but I never knew it would be so soon. Are you…”
Her voice trailed off. She walked to the bed and flopped onto it tiredly, running her fingers through her hair.
“Last night felt like a year. I wouldn’t know what to tell Jurrek if anything had happened to you. Alpha Auedric is equally worried, and… rumors are flying about the duel you had with the rogue.”
I was about to ask a question when a knock came at the door. I turned slowly to see Moon step into the chamber, quiet and gentle.
His eyes found me, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a smile on his face. He took a step forward and hugged me tightly.
“I was so worried about you, Zephyr,” he whispered, his gaze locked on mine. “It’s… it’s so good to see you back to yourself.”
I nodded, aware that Blue watched Moon without blinking.
“Thank you for making the journey, Moon. I am so…”
“Tell that to His Majesty,” Moon interrupted softly. “If it wasn’t for him… I wouldn’t have survived.”
I stiffened at his words, and the others flinched too. Moon’s gaze met mine, his lips curling in a small, defeated smile.
“He’s a king after all… powerful and…” He paused, nodding. “He took a hit for me. His chest bled because of my mistake, and he did all the work. He stepped into the empire grove… and though it was just before us, to him it felt like somewhere else. I heard him respond to a voice only he could hear. And after he plucked the flower and mounted his horse… I felt a change in him.”
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“What… what changed? What happened to him?” My heart thudded in my chest.
“He is pale. It’s like he’s sick.”
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I stiffened further. Lycannar hadn’t been himself the day I collapsed. He was pale and yet he had made that journey. Now… he is…
“I will go to the Lycan Kingdom.”
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I watched the massive gates of the Lycan Kingdom open wide for my carriage as the guards cleared the way to the Royal carriage stand.
When it stopped, I stepped down. My long black hair cascaded around my waist, and I wore a gown that hugged my form perfectly. With calm determination, I made my way into the hall.
I moved straight toward the Black Tower, ignoring hesitation. All the maids I passed bowed respectfully, and the guards paused at attention.
Even the doors ahead seemed to open itself for me, as if an unspoken decree allowed me to enter the Kingdom whenever I wished.
I reached the dining hall, but it was empty. Not even Chantel, who usually lingered in the shadows, was there. I glanced at the stairs, debating for a moment, before beginning my ascent.
Emerging into the dimly lit hallway, no one appeared in sight. I continued toward his living room, each step slower as memories of our time there pressed in.
I paused in the doorway, my eyes landing on the table where he had once seated me and whispered those intimate instructions.
A rush of heat curled up my legs, and I quickly looked away, only to notice the floor where we had spent the night, where I had rested my head against his chest and slept like nothing in the world could harm me.
My heart clenched.
I moved forward toward his bedchamber, the one he had said was strictly forbidden for anyone to enter. The bed was empty but tidy. I bent to pick up a goblet lying on the floor and placed it beside a bottle of potion on the table.
Then I walked to the corridor window and gazed out at the Kingdom.
“Vast” felt like a small word to describe the world Lycannar ruled. Lycans went about their daily lives, laughter carrying across the streets. My heart swelled; it was clear his reign had brought them peace. Latest content published on Find_Novel(.)net
I was lost in thought when movement caught my eye. Princess Serena appeared on the lower floor, two maids behind her carrying scrolls.
“Princess Serena?” I called, and she froze, almost everyone stopping to look upward. Her eyes widened in
astonishment.
“Zephyrine? My gods… what are you doing here? You were supposed to be in bed!”
“I want to see Lycannar. He’s not in his chamber,” I replied.
She smiled. A knowing smile that made my cheeks heat.
“Come on down. I’ll take you to him.”
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I nodded and hurried down the tower. Bursting out into the open, Serena paused, staring at me head to toe, then back at my face. With prideful amusement, she entwined her fingers with mine.
“You are one fine woman. Come on,” she urged, smiling at everyone watching. “She’s my baby brother’s
woman.”
“But…”
“Don’t be shy. Everyone should know you’re off–limits,” she said with a chuckle.
We entered a new hall that led to a section of the Kingdom I hadn’t explored.
Before we could continue, a guard rushed forward, bowing slightly.
“Princess Serena, you are needed at the market square. It’s urgent.”
Serena paused, then turned to me with an apologetic smile.
“Let’s go to Mearez. She is nearby. She will take you to the King.”
I nodded, allowing her to pull me forward once again. This time we entered the healing wing, which had a soothing, peaceful feeling.
Passing through chambers of the sick and weary, all healers bowed before us, even as they worked.
Finally, Princess Serena opened the door to a lecture hall where she was tutoring aspiring healers about potion–making. The healers, seeing us, immediately bowed.
Mearez paused mid–lesson and quickly approached me.
“You really want the King to be mad at you, Zephyrine, hmm?” Her tone was teasing, but affectionate. My chest heated at her words, and I shook my head.”
“I came to say thank you,” I whispered, the lump in my throat making my words catch. Mearez’s smile softened.
“I have to solve a problem at the market square. You should take her to my baby brother,” Serena instructed her sister before leaving with a warm smile.
Alone with the gentle healer, Princess Mearez smiled brightly.
“You look beautiful. Come on, I’ll take you to him. Wait… it’s almost noon. Lycannar will need his potion.”
She retrieved a bottle of potion and a goblet, bidding farewell to her students as she led me out. We moved through a quieter, heavily guarded hall, tidy, with maids standing at attention. Finally, we slowed near a chamber where I could hear the King’s elders speaking, sending goosebumps across my skin.
Lycannar Blood. A King. Seated at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on the table while listening to the discussion of his eight elders, including his advisor, his uncle. My eyes swept over him, and my heart fluttered.
Handsome was too small a word. Power didn’t even come close. The rings on his eyebrow, the runes curling from his chest to his neck, his black attire, his posture. Lycannar exuded dominance and danger. He was a man who belonged to only one woman. Me.
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Silence. I stood there with Princess Mearez, my breath caught in my throat as I watched him consider the
decision.
“Let other men compete too,” Lycannar said quietly, his gaze downcast. The elders shared a look with Lord Dareth.
“I don’t think that is a good option. You mean to let a peasant rule by your side?” His uncle asked sharply, and suddenly time seemed to pause.
Lycannar, still staring at the table, slowly lifted his eyes to meet his uncle’s. My breath hitched. He would have seen something, horrible things, like his death.
The fact that he held eye contact forced the whole hall into strict decorum. Then he turned toward the elders, giving each one a piercing look. It wasn’t merely a stare; it was a warning. Chantel stood ready, willing to spill blood at his command.
“Have the people you call peasants compete too. Whoever wins will take the vow with me as my beta,” he concluded. Now I knew that anyone who spoke against it wouldn’t live to see tomorrow.
The elders nodded their agreement wisely, and I sighed in relief. Just then, Lord Dareth turned toward the exit and spotted me. Gently, he turned back to Lycannar, whose eyes had returned to the long table.
“Your Majesty, we have discussed among ourselves as a council as well. A king without a wife or concubine, at least… perhaps you would prefer one to warm your bed tonight?“.
I swallowed hard at the suggestion, and I swear I already felt my face flush with rage. I stood with bated breath, waiting for Lycannar’s response,
He finally looked up at his uncle, who immediately bowed. The King’s gaze lingered briefly on me near the exit. He knew I was there but he chose to ignore me.
My heart skipped a beat when he looked away. His expression was unreadable.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were suffering from forgetfulness? I would have told my sister to heal you,” he said quietly. “I introduced my woman to you the other night. Have you forgotten so quickly?”
Silence descended over the hall, and I paused to let his words echo in my mind. He had… taken my side.
Lord Dareth turned to the elders and chuckled dryly to ease the tension.
“You won’t blame old age, my dear nephew. We will prepare the competition at once and report back on who wins. How about that?”
Lycannar nodded, and the meeting was dismissed instantly. The elders took their leave, bypassing Princess Mearez and me with a low bow. I felt their eyes linger on me before they finally departed.
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At last, Princess Mearez pulled me aside in the council chamber and began talking about her problem, but I stayed in the doorway, watching him.
“Your first meeting as a king and you’re already threatening the elders with a glare, Lycan,” she said, smiling and He shrugged. “Come take your potion. How do you feel?”
Lycannar grabbed the goblet of potion his sister had poured and drank it in one gulp.
“I’m fine.”
“As you should be. I have to go. I’ll leave Zephyrine to you. Don’t you see she is strong? She’s healed already.”
At that, Lycannar gave no response. Princess Mearez sensed something immediately and took the goblet away, heading out. As she passed me, she whispered,
“Good luck.”
She left, leaving me alone in the hall with the King and his mysterious bodyguard. Silence fell, and I took the moment to stare at him. His eyes were fixed on the table before him. Finally, he looked up and met my gaze. I saw his eyes trail down my hand, the same one Nyroth had held and then rise back to my face.
“What do you ride here?” he asked at last, and I nearly bit myself at his tone.
“My carriage.”
“I will walk you to it,” he said, rising and moving toward the exit. I didn’t budge.
“I’m not leaving just yet.”
He paused and turned to me. His eyes flashed, though I couldn’t tell if it was anger, jealousy, or both.
“Why?”
He was mad at me, and I seemed to know why.
“Lycan, I’m sorry about… I’m sorry you had to see Nyroth touching me, but I assure you it’s… it’s really nothing.”
He stared at me quietly for a moment, then nodded. He moved toward the exit, but I blocked his path, tired of his silence.
“Lycan…”
“It’s nothing,” he repeated, the flash of anger unmistakable. “A man lays hands on you, and you dare tell me it’s nothing? Do I not mean anything to you?”
I frowned at his words.
“Lycan, you are making it a big issue. It’s really nothing.”
“Nothing? Maybe I should have agreed to a concubine to warm my bed. That surely would mean nothing to you, would it?”
My anger spiked.
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“You won’t even dare share that body of yours with anyone, Lycannar,” I warned hotly. He matched my
gaze.
“Same goes
for you. If you want that mate of yours to keep his hands intact, tell him to stop touching my woman. I am not merciful, Zephyrine. I will end him if I see him lay hands on you again.”
He meant it. For a moment, I wondered how far he’d go, how many would have to die before Lycannar claimed me, whole and soul. Official source is fındnovel.net
I swallowed hard at the thought of his concubine remark and gently stepped closer, placing my palm flat on his chest. The warmth, the solidness, the thudding of his heartbeat… it made me feel whole.
“I can use a blade too, Lycan,” I whispered, looking into his eyes, my lips brushing his. “Aside from your sister, whom I love, respect, and understand, these lips, this body, you, the King of the Lycan Kingdom, you are mine. Any woman who comes near you will be lost without a trace. If you doubt me, then try.”
A spark of threat passed between us, and the air grew heavy. His lips hovered near mine for a brief moment before everything crashed. In the next second, I found myself lifted into his arms, my hands circling his neck. He pinned me against the wall and kissed me hard, fiercely, as if claiming me entirely.