Chapter 3

Kyle pov

During Lila's sentencing, I became acutely aware of the flameless bond that connected us, a bond that tore at my heart. It was painful to realize that two brothers were destined to be mated to a single individual. I had always believed that the mating process was orchestrated by the moon goddess, yet Lila remained oblivious to the bond that existed between us.

Who could do such a thing? I pondered, a frustrated hiss escaping my lips as I took a sip of the vodka that had been served to me moments earlier, my thoughts drifting to Lila's recent foolishness.

Kai seems to think she is exceptional, but my only desire is for her to excel in bed—someone I could easily engage with, without the need for struggle. A chuckle escaped me as I envisioned her curvaceous figure and ample bosom. Indeed, she is suited for passionate encounters, I smirked, inhaling the strong scent of the alcohol just as the door to my room swung open.

My thoughts raced as I turned to see who had entered. Am I imagining things? Lila? What is she doing here? I muttered under my breath, rubbing my temple as I set down the glass of vodka. I glanced at the clock and raised my eyebrows slightly. Perfect, it is nearly 10 PM.

She stood at the threshold, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I wish to apologize, Lycan Kyle, for the way I treated you," she said, her voice steady yet tinged with fear. I could detect the tremor in her tone as she offered her apology.

"I regret my irrational actions," she continued, her eyes downcast in a display of contrition, her hands nervously clasped together. "I was simply frightened by the injection you were trying to give me."

"Injection, is it?" I replied, gesturing for her to come closer, though she instinctively took a step back. "I will be taking my life now," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. I struggled to suppress the surge of desire that was building within me. As she attempted to turn away, I seized her arms and spun her around. "Where do you think you are going?" I breathed, the warmth of my breath brushing against the nape of her neck, conveying a message of its own.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice trembling.

I found myself unable to resist the overwhelming urge to possess her. With a gentle motion, I guided her onto the mattress, my form hovering above hers as I employed a pillow to muffle her protests, my breaths coming in uneven bursts.

As I looked into her eyes, I discerned a blend of feelings: astonishment, trepidation, and a trace of longing. I recognized the necessity to compose myself, to assure her that my intentions were not harmful.

"Please, be quiet. I apologize," I murmured, tenderly caressing her hair. "I simply cannot restrain myself in your presence."

She regarded me with caution, yet did not attempt to push me away. I interpreted this as an invitation to proceed, to demonstrate that my fervor stemmed from affection rather than hostility.

I gradually lifted the pillow from her face, and she inhaled deeply. "You’re making it hard for me to breathe," she remarked, her voice still trembling.

Without hesitation, I rolled away from her, granting her the space she needed. "I am truly sorry," I reiterated, my chest rising and falling with effort. "I assure you, I will not harm you."

She sat up, rubbing her face, and gazed at me with tears glistening in her eyes. "Why do you act this way?" she inquired, her voice barely audible. "Why can’t you simply control your impulses?"

I exhaled deeply, feeling a surge of remorse. "It is because I love you," I confessed, my voice thick with emotion. "And I am at a loss as to how to manage it.”

“You are truly misguided!” She hurled a pillow in my direction, her eyes aflame with fury. "Is this what you call love? This controlling and possessive behavior?" she retorted sharply.

I tightened my fists, my frustration escalating. "How dare you speak to me like that," I growled. "You are nothing but a...a..." I restrained myself from finishing the thought, but my temper overwhelmed my better judgment. I advanced toward her, my hand raised.

Lila recoiled, her hands raised defensively. "Stop!" she pleaded, but I was beyond the point of reason.

I paused, my hand suspended in the air. What was I doing? I inhaled deeply, yet she interrupted me.

"Stay away from me," she spat, her eyes reflecting both fear and anger. "You are unwell, and I refuse to be treated in this manner."

A wave of shame washed over me as I recognized that I had crossed a significant boundary. I stepped back, attempting to regain my composure, but the harm had already been inflicted.

Lila's words lingered in the atmosphere, serving as a harsh reminder of my shortcomings. I felt overwhelmed by shame, and for a brief moment, I could not meet her eyes.

"I am sorry," I murmured, my voice barely rising above a whisper. "I sometimes lose control of myself."

Lila's expression softened marginally, yet her eyes remained cautious. "You need assistance," she stated, her tone both firm and compassionate. "You cannot continue to treat me this way."

I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. "I understand," I replied, my voice trembling. "I will seek help, I assure you."

"My helper should be you, Miss Help.”