CHAPTER SEVEN: Burning Control
866 Words
Something was wrong.
No…
Something was worse.
My heat wasn’t fading.
It was growing.
Stronger.
Hotter.
More uncontrollable with every second I stood near him.
I staggered slightly, gripping the wall beside me as another wave crashed through my body.
My breath came out uneven, shaky.
“W-what’s happening to me…?” I whispered.
But deep down…
I already knew the answer.
It was him.
His presence.
His scent.
His power.
Everything about him was making it worse.
My thighs pressed together instinctively as I tried to fight it, but it only made the sensation sharper, more unbearable.
“Control it,” I muttered to myself. “You’ve done this before… just control it…”
But this wasn’t like before.
This was different.
Because I had never been this close to an Alpha like him.
And my body—
It was reacting.
Violently.
A low sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.
And that’s when I realized—
He was watching me.
Not just watching.
Observing.
His gaze had darkened, focused entirely on me, tracking every movement, every breath, every reaction I tried—and failed—to hide.
“Your control is slipping,” he said quietly.
I clenched my fists.
“I know that!”
Another wave hit me harder.
I bent forward slightly, my body trembling as I struggled to stay standing.
“Then fix it,” he replied calmly.
I shot him a glare.
“Do you think I’m doing this on purpose?!”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead…
He stepped closer.
My breath caught.
“Stop—don’t come closer,” I warned, backing up slightly.
But he didn’t stop.
And the closer he got…
The worse it became.
My heart raced uncontrollably.
My skin burned.
My senses blurred.
“See?” I snapped, my voice shaking. “You’re making it worse!”
That’s when something changed.
Not in me.
In him.
A faint smirk touched his lips.
Small.
Subtle.
But unmistakable.
“You noticed,” he said.
My chest tightened.
“Noticed what?” I demanded.
His gaze dragged slowly over me again—too slow, too aware.
“That your body reacts to me,” he said.
Heat rushed to my face—but not from embarrassment.
From something deeper.
Something I didn’t want to name.
“That’s not—” I started, but my voice faltered.
Because I couldn’t deny it.
Every time he got closer…
I lost control.
My body betrayed me.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” I accused.
His smirk deepened slightly.
“Maybe.”
My stomach twisted.
“You’re sick,” I whispered.
“And yet,” he stepped closer again, his voice dropping lower…
“You’re still standing here.”
My breath hitched.
Because he was right.
I hadn’t run.
I couldn’t.
Not anymore.
Another wave surged through me—stronger than all the others.
This time—
I almost collapsed.
But before I could hit the ground—
His hand caught my arm.
The contact sent a shock through my entire body.
I gasped.
“Careful,” he murmured, his grip steady.
Too steady.
Too controlled.
Like he wasn’t affected at all.
“Let go…” I whispered, even though I didn’t pull away.
He didn’t.
Instead, his grip tightened slightly—not enough to hurt.
But enough to remind me—
I wasn’t in control anymore.
“You’re fighting it too hard,” he said.
“What else am I supposed to do?” I snapped weakly.
His eyes held mine.
Dark.
Unreadable.
“Stop fighting.”
My heart skipped.
“What?”
“Forcing control will only make it worse,” he said calmly.
I stared at him.
Was he serious?
“Why would I listen to you?” I challenged.
He leaned slightly closer.
Close enough that I could feel his breath.
“Because right now,” he said quietly…
“I’m the only one who understands what you’re going through.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
I hated that part of me believed him.
Hated that part of me wanted to.
But something still didn’t feel right.
Because beneath his calm voice…
Beneath his controlled expression…
There was something else.
Something darker.
Something that looked a lot like—
Enjoyment.
My chest tightened.
“You’re not helping me,” I said slowly.
His gaze didn’t waver.
“No?”
I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper.
“You’re watching me lose control…”
A pause.
“…and you like it.”
For a moment—
He said nothing.
Then—
That same faint smirk returned.
And this time—
There was no hiding it.
“I like knowing,” he said quietly…
“That you react like this…”
His eyes darkened further.
“…because of me.”
My breath caught.
That wasn’t help.
That wasn’t protection.
That was something else entirely.
Something dangerous.
Something possessive.
Something I wasn’t ready to face.
Another wave hit me—
And this time—
I didn’t even try to fight it.
Because suddenly…
I wasn’t sure anymore.
Was he really helping me control this?
Or was he the reason I was losing it in the first place?
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