Chapter 1
Chloe’s POV
“Don’t crowd us, Victor. The bed isn’t big enough for three.”
Sophie’s voice carried a thin edge of irritation.
“The master bedroom has the only working AC. It’s sweltering out there. You want her eaten alive by mosquitoes all night?”
Victor’s tone was low, final. No room for argument.
I stood in the doorway clutching my pillow. Summer heat poured through the open window, thick and sticky.
This was supposed to be our eight-day getaway in the Seram Territory—one cabin, one air-conditioned room.
I was a half-wolf with blood so thin I passed for human most days.
Victor was Sophie’s boyfriend. Alpha of a powerful pack.
The first time I saw him at the airport, something shameful had kicked hard in my chest.
I never thought the night would turn into this.
“Fine. Chloe, come sleep.” Sophie patted the mattress and already slid under the covers.
I climbed in, back to them, pressed tight against the edge.
The mattress dipped under new weight.
In the dark, fabric whispered. Bodies shifted.
The wet sound of mouths meeting grew louder, mixed with Sophie’s soft, bitten-off moans as he sucked at her skin.
I forced my breathing down to almost nothing.
But half-wolf hearing caught every detail—Victor’s rough, heated breaths, the quick tear of clothing being yanked aside.
He stayed silent the whole time. That silence was worse.
The air thickened with pheromones.
That fierce amber-and-fire scent didn’t soften from being with Sophie.
Instead it surged, territorial, predatory, rolling straight toward me.
An Alpha’s senses were sharp. Did Victor know I was still awake?
Behind me the noises intensified.
The bed frame started a steady, rhythmic knock. Flesh slapped against flesh, layered under Sophie’s broken, rising cries.
“God… Victor… ah—so deep…”
My diluted wolf blood stood no chance against a full Alpha. Instinct slammed awake.
Heat pooled low and hard in my belly. My thighs locked together on their own.
My panties were already soaked through, the wet cotton stuck tight to my swollen little peak.
Every jolt of the mattress sent electric sparks up my spine.
It was so fucking humiliating. My best friend was getting fucked less than a meter away by her boyfriend, and I was dripping just from the smell of him and the sounds they made.
I knew it was wrong. My body didn’t care.
Victor’s low, animal growl cut through the dark and set every filthy thought on fire.
I couldn’t stop picturing that thick, scorching length driving into Sophie, wondering if those eyes were cutting through the shadows to land on my back.
Reason snapped.
Trembling fingers slipped under my sleep shirt, dragged the soaked panties aside.
When I touched the slick, open mess between my legs, my fingertips went numb.
The shame and the wrongness only shoved the pleasure higher.
I matched their rhythm, fucking myself with two fingers, face buried in the pillow, teeth clamped hard on the back of my hand.
Sophie’s voice cracked into a high, sobbing cry.
In the same second Victor’s pheromones exploded through the room.
The last thread inside me broke.
My body jerked hard into the pillow. Deep, uncontrollable spasms ripped through my core.
Clear fluid gushed out and soaked the sheet beneath me.
I gasped soundlessly, thighs still shaking. I hated myself for it. The orgasm was terrifyingly real.
Afterward came the wet sound of him pulling free.
Sophie mumbled something exhausted, rolled all the way to the far edge, and was out within minutes.
I started to relax—then the mattress sank heavily again.
Victor shifted, deliberate or not, and settled right between us.
He was too close.
I felt the furnace heat of his big body after sex radiating against my spine, less than half an inch of space.
The leftover scent of sex hung thick, mixed with the sweet, messy evidence of what I’d just done because of him.
I lay rigid in my soaked panties, not daring to move. My fingertips were still sticky with my own slick.
My heart hammered against my ribs.
Just when the tension felt like it might choke me, a large hand settled over the blanket at my waist.
The hot pad of his thumb dragged deliberately across my side, then pressed lower.
A single, deep breath ghosted over the nape of my neck, heat licking my skin.
Accident… or not?
I didn’t dare finish the thought.