Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Chapter 10 Fantasy

Victoria

I took it, confused by the gesture. The soft cotton felt worn between my fingers, carrying his scent. "Your shirt?" I asked, unsure why this felt so intimate, more intimate than if he’d handed me lingerie.

"Yes. I want you to sleep in my shirts," he explained, his voice dropping lower, sending an unwelcome flutter through my stomach.

"Oh...okay," I managed, not knowing what else to say.

"Only the shirt, Victoria. Don’t wear anything else." His commanding tone left no room for argument, his eyes briefly darkening as they swept over me. Then he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and disappeared into the bathroom.

I hurriedly slipped out of my wedding dress, my fingers fumbling with the delicate fabric in my rush to change. His black t-shirt felt impossibly soft against my skin as I pulled it over my head, the woodsy scent of him enveloping me instantly. My heart fluttered nervously when I realized the shirt barely reached mid-thigh.

Not being allowed to wear underwear made me feel even more vulnerable, more exposed. I tugged at the hem, trying to stretch it lower, but it was no use.

Despite everything, I couldn’t help but acknowledge that Leo had been surprisingly understanding so far. I tried to focus on that small mercy instead of the dangerous reputation that preceded him—the feared Alpha who commanded the Shadow Pack with an iron fist. Men like him were accustomed to taking what they wanted without regard for others’ feelings, yet he was showing restraint. For that, I felt genuinely grateful.

Wasn’t he the same Alpha the rumors claimed would tear a woman apart in bed?

The memory of our first night together surged through me—his raw speed, the fierce strength in every thrust, the wild, perfect rhythm that had me helplessly screaming and moaning beneath him.

Holy shit.Now my head was spinning with nothing but the memory of him moving inside me, my body aching with the phantom of his touch.

I pressed a trembling hand to my churning stomach, trying to steady myself, and my gaze landed on the immaculate white sheets draped over the massive bed. For a fleeting, absurd moment, I wondered how a wolf as naturally untamed as Leo managed to keep everything so pristine.

God, Victoria. You’re about to spend a scorching night with your mate, and you’re worrying about his laundry habits.

I turned away from the bed, as if that might somehow delay the inevitable, only to freeze when my eyes locked with Leo’s. He was leaning against the doorframe, his intense gaze burning into me with predatory focus.

He wore only black sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. I couldn’t help but stare at his bare chest, mesmerized by the intricate tattoos covering his golden skin.

Leo pushed away from the doorframe and moved toward me with deliberate, measured steps. My breathing quickened to shallow puffs that barely passed my lips.His muscles rippled beneath his skin with each movement, veins snaking down his powerful arms. The sight triggered a clenching sensation low in my belly that I’d never experienced before—at least, not before that night at Devil’s Lair.

He stopped barely an inch from me. The fresh scent of his shower gel mingled with his natural scent, creating an intoxicating combination that made my head swim. A drop of water fell from his damp hair, trickling down his chest before disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from its journey.

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