Night of the Ball - To The Hilt - 8

Aubrianne Ivanov

Aubrianne also loved how his name just rolled out with ease. "Zayne." She said again, and it did something to her body. And she loved that he was an Alpha.

Her father should be happy. However, she got the feeling he was not and that Zayne and her father had a history. She remembered her father vaguely saying something urgently, but she was too lost in her mate to comprehend.

But there was something, her mate had said long story.

How could she be so hurt by him and hot for him at the same time? Suddenly she wanted to be angry again, he had somehow distracted her, and the mate bond was winning.

Focusing on that thread of anger fuelling it to fight against this mate bond.

But the mate bond was too much for her; as much as she tried, she could not steel herself against the bond.

Suddenly, her hair was too tight. She decided to undo everything, so she got busy taking out one hair clip at a time.

Undoing her bun, she removed her tiara and pulled out the bound that held up her hair, letting down her luscious brown flowing curls.

"STOP the car," she shouted, and Zayne immediately stopped in the middle of the road.

All the while, Zayne wondered about her father and what was happening to his mate. Why was she snapping at him? What did he do wrong?

Yes, Zayne knew there was an essential suspicion that he needed to confirm. Though Zayne knew it, he all but figured it out from their conversation when Theo attempted to whisper in Aubrianne's ear.

His mate was Alpha Theodore Claude Thornton's daughter. How hilarious, Zayne had thought at the time.

Nevertheless, Aubrianne jumped out and moved away from the door, whipping her hair, bending forward, and straightening back up.

However, she moved like she had done that a million times before, gracefully and sensually.

And she did, at the strip club, that was another go-to move to whip and frazzle her hair, then sexily run her hands through it.

Nevertheless, Zayne's jaw tightened at the sight, and his length stirred. She moved effortlessly, her movements so sultry and smooth, and all she did was shake out her hair.

Zayne, get a grip, dude! He thought.

Soon she just gets back into the car and slams the door. Zayne mashed on the gas.

He was wondering again what was going on in the head of his little mate when Aragorn told him. Zayne wanted to die with laughter, but he would not.

If only she knew. She was all Zayne could think of these last few weeks. She had consumed his every waking and sleeping thought.

It was true he had a thing with Leandra, literally what you would call a one-night stand.

There was no woman in his life. What was she talking about?

Earlier, when Zayne had sprayed cologne, thinking it was indeed cologne, it was not. It was women's perfume that he had picked up in error.

Zayne recalled the only way he could smell of another woman was if she was referring to his cologne. Because retracing his steps, they left the poolhouse and headed to the ball, which was when he picked up her scent.

So there was not even a chance that he could have spoken to any female.

He'd forgotten about spraying himself down. He never would have guessed, "I think I sprayed women's perfume on me by mistake."

As the words left his mouth, Zayne realized how stupid that sounded. What a lame excuse. Except in this instance, it was not. It was the truth. 'This is unbelievable,' Zayne thought.

Here he was, giving the lamest excuse of all time.

Aubrianne looked at him, surprised that he spoke about the one thing that was taking over her mind. Then her eyes quickly narrowed on him when he said, "Aragorn told me Leia was upset that we smelt of a woman."

Aubrianne rolled her eyes, recalling the lame excuse he came with. "Please, do I look like a ten-year-old to you?" She snapped.

He had the nerve to lie to her, not even a good lie at that. How pathetic. At least she deserved the effort of a good lie, no?

Aubrianne was raging, and Zayne was ready to settle this now. Goddess, he could not have her thinking that of him, especially not when she was all he could think or breathe, "Command me."

Zayne said he had been reading up on white wolves, so he knew only a few things.

They can command anyone. That is why their captors always keep their mouths bound. "Tell me the truth about the woman's scent on your clothing."

Aubrianne eyed him curiously, but she did not hesitate.

"I don't know, but I suspect it is what I sprayed on myself at the poolhouse, assuming it was cologne. By your question, I am obliged to believe it was indeed perfume and not cologne."

Aubrianne breathed a sigh of relief, her head resting on the headrest; she closed her eyes. Shaking off that feeling that had threatened to strangle her.

"But I smelt good, though? I quite liked it," Zayne mused. But there was something he needed answers to as well.

Aubrianne smiled at her mate's words, shook her head, and rolled her sparkling eyes but immediately tensed at his following words.

"And what about you? You smell of him?" Zayne questioned with a perfectly arched brow. He knew she did not smell strongly of him currently, but he could not shake the feeling that something was going on between them.

That wolf dared to growl at HIM! But it was for her; he knew it. So was it mutual because he did not miss the conflict in that wolf's eyes. He loved her.

And worse yet, he did not miss the way she had reached for him. He wanted to rip that wolf's throat out in the most gruesome way possible.

"It's been over," Aubrianne chuckled, "Actually, nothing ever really started..." She paused, choosing her following words carefully, and she shrugged.

"For me, it was just sex," Aubrianne answered honestly because she knew he had told her the truth, and she wanted to be honest with him.

However, it did not escape her thoughts that had she waited a week, one bloody week. She would have been a virgin for her mate.

But she did not regret her experience.

That would be a lie. Aubrianne had enjoyed every minute of exploring her body. 'But who knows, it may come in handy to better please her mate,' she seductively thought.

Nonetheless, there was one little minute detail.

Aubrianne did not have that conversation with Daniel. Yet. Since Aubrianne fell into her nostalgia, she had stayed away from Daniel.

Her mind was already made up, or at least she knew she did not want to have sex with him anymore. That much she knew. The thought of him touching her had suddenly felt gross after her time with the girls.

Zayne relaxed his grip on the steering wheel at his mate's words and remembered to breathe. Honestly, he trusted that she was telling him the truth. He sensed no lies.

But at that moment, Zayne was never happier that he held out from anything serious and was only interested in his mate regarding longevity.

Given her reaction to some female perfume, he did not want to think he could have lost her had he been attached. Though, knowing how he felt now, he would have chosen his mate.

There was no doubt about that, but still, plenty of damage could have been done at that time. And Goddess, it would have been a mess.

Because he would have now broken someone else's heart and been the bad guy in their story.

Goddess, was he thankful!

Aubrianne's heart started to pick up in tempo when she realized she wanted to erase Daniel's touches, replacing them with her mates.

She suspected it was the mate bond.

But it was more than that; her worse fears were not coming true, her heart soared in her chest, and she wanted him; she needed him. Her Mate.

She wanted to get lost in him.

Why continue to fight it? She wanted her mate, and by rights, she would damn well have him, all of him.

And then, as if on cue, the vivid picture of his thick length appeared before her, and she fought and bit back the moan that threatened to run free out of her lips at her thoughts of him filling her to the hilt.

Butterflies, her stomach was fluttery.