When my eyes open, I am back in this nice clearing. There is still this pure water pond and this weeping willow. Still, there is not a single clue of the silver wolf that should be here.

Where is she?

I walk towards the tree; a second before reaching the trunk, I hear footsteps behind me. I see no silver wolf but a large black wolf with piercing green eyes.

Nice to see you, mate.

Moon-Goddess, this husky voice is so scary and so... sexy. This majestic black wolf licks his lips as he comes closer to me.

What the fuck? Is he going to eat me?

I get back and hit the tree. I wake up before I have a chance to face the wolf.

That was just a dream - nothing but a fantasy.

My head faces the window, and it seems we are in the middle of the night: I can see the full shiny moonlight outside. I forgot it was a full moon today. That might explain the dream.

When it's full-moon, I tend to make bizarre dreams: they feel so real. I should get used to them, particularly this big black wolf. I've been dreaming of him every full and new moon for the last six months.

At first, I thought he was Jonas, my brother's wolf, but he is larger, his aura is more mighty, and his eyes are different. I feel safe with Jonas, but deep down, I know I am even safer with this wolf of my dreams. Well, at least in my dreams.

What I thought was a pillow is one of the Prince's arms. I have to confess that his arm is exceptionally comfortable, and I don't want to get away from it.

Now that I focus, I can feel the light tickle on my skin, where my neck lies against his arm.

His second one is softly holding me above the sheets. His hand falls on my belly. Despite the sheets between my body and his hand, I feel how hot he is.

Is it because he is a lycan? Is it related to the full moon? Or am I the cause of his heat? Does his body react like that because of our immediacy?

My cheeks are turning red as I think about that.

I feel the Prince's torso in my back, his calm breath in my neck.

A part of me is nervous, afraid of this unfamiliar sensation: a man's skin.

Another part of me genuinely enjoys the moment.

Finally, I realize how complete I feel. At my place. And finally, safe.

Even if I know lycans are dangerous, some crazy voices in my brain tell me not to worry, that we will be safe with him: safer than anywhere else.

I have never been in any kind of danger in my pack, and I've been loved my entire life. This feeling is above everything else. It's just a new kind of safety that I can't precisely explain.

I turn around and look at the Prince's face.

His skin seems so soft: I wish I could touch it. Maybe kiss it.

He looks so peaceful and gentle, the opposite of the stony face that first appeared yesterday evening. I suppose that Nick's attitude was not helping. But he did not look welcoming during the ceremony either.

Nevertheless, his lips are so tempting; they look so plump and smooth. I've never really looked at anybody else's lips before. But his lips are calling me, teasing me. I have to bite my own lower lip not to kiss him.

What is wrong with me? You don't know him. It would help if you did not get aroused, Olivia.

Moon Goddess, I talk to my own mind; brilliant.

His hair is so tousled. I put my hand in it: it is so soft. I love it, and it smells so good, just like the Prince.

I notice some pressure on my lower back. The Prince's hand went under the sheets and is now pushing me against the Prince. His bare torso. His boxers.

He had some sweatpants last night; I'm almost sure of it.

Where did they go?

My whole body seems on the edge of boiling. One of his legs wraps around mine. He is so hot; I am so hot. The air-conditioning must have some issues.

"You should sleep, Liv." The Prince dives his head into my neck and smells my hair, breathing deeply. Then he takes his head away.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I did not mean to wake you." And I mean those words.

I am so disappointed: his face looked like an angel's, and I ruined this peaceful picture. I'm so stupid.

Why couldn't I keep my hand off him?

"Alexander. But Alec will be fine with you." I look at him with wide-open eyes, not fully understanding what he is speaking about. I catch an amused smile on his face as he notices I don't know what he means.

"My name. You can call me Alec," he starts to chuckle and hides his head in my neck again.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I don't understand. All of this moment seems so unreal.

His warm breath is the only thing that makes all this accurate. If I did not feel it, I swear this is not real. I lay on my back and look at the ceiling. I need to avoid eye contact.

I fear the time when he gets to understand that this is a mistake—we are a mistake. I know it will break my heart, and I don't want to look at him when he does so.

He turns and is now above me. I catch a glimpse of his green eyes.

He stands on his forearms and knees, his right hand caressing my chin. I let a little moan escape my mouth as my body reacts to his touch.

"Because you're my mate Liv. I can't help it. I need to be close to you, take care of you, and make you feel good," he murmurs these words in my ear; warmth and shivers submerge my body: so many emotions thunder my whole body.

This time, I can't prevent my body from arching, and I have to bite my lips to avoid letting another moan out—a far louder cry.

"You see. Even your body senses it." His eyes are devouring me. How am I supposed to resist his arousing green eyes?

"You're addictive, little wolf."

I push him back and sit on the bed, pulling up the sheets on me. I have to stop this before it goes too far.

Before we go too far.

Before I need this. Or him.

"You're wrong, Alec. I can't be your mate." I look at the sheets and avoid his eyes.

"I have no wolf. We can't..."

Before I end, Alec gets closer, and his hand caresses my cheek.

"The Moon's never wrong, Liv. Don't you feel the bond?" As he says these words, my whole body trembles.

Of course, I feel the pull, but I should not. Moon Goddess should have decided better.

I look at Alec, biting my lower lip.

Why is he so hot? Why is the entire room hot?

Words, lips, hands: Will they make me a sinner? I look up, and I meet his pale green eyes. And then, all goes crazy as every part of me is longing for the Prince. Some part of me simply goes mad, wild.

Just like I'm losing my mind.

I put my hand in his hair, push him back and sit on his lap. His body straddled by mine, facing him.

I can't restrain my lips from joining his, and I have to admit that's the best thing I have ever tasted.

It's like every inch of my body was finally coming to life. Everything seems to fade away but him and his lips, his body.

His whole body.

A lusty smile appears on his lips. His hands grab my hips, and my whole body cannot be closer to his. One of his hands goes to grab my neck. He is asking for more than my lips, but I resist while I still can.

His scent is attracting more than ever, my body asking for more. Some deep feelings grow in my stomach—new feelings I've never experienced before.

His hand tightens my neck, and I feel his tongue tasting my mouth. My tongue cannot do anything but reply to his: we are like two dancers, starting to learn about each other. Except he is an advanced one when I am just a beginner. That's a wonderful first kiss. And it seems to please Alec.

His breath is so warm as he goes to kiss my neck.

My body is ecstatic at his touch. I'm pretty sure he can feel my blood boiling in my arteries. Sense every heartbeat.

With his two hands on my butt, he lifts me and puts me on my back. I can smell his hair as he kisses my neck and goes up to my mouth.

How can he be so attractive?

Why do I want him, more and more, with every second our bodies spend together? I'm going to be left heartbroken; I should resist.

But yet, the more I think about escaping, the more my body needs him. He is addictive. Is that actually bad if I stop thinking for just a minute or two?

I wrap my legs around his body, and my arms stiffen around his neck so I can kiss him again.

I shiver as I feel one of his fingers wandering over one of my breasts. I stop kissing him, and my cheeks blush. Wet. I'm so wet.

That's not good. I can't stop thinking because my survival depends on my brain.

"I'm sorry, I can't."

I close my eyes and let go of my arms off him. I feel tears coming up to my eyes.

"I've never... like... been with a man before". I feel sorry but also scared.

He must know everything about sex.

Is it possible that I'm just a waste of time?

What if he goes away after I give him my virginity?

I don't know him, nor if this mate-bond thing is real.

How am I supposed to be sure he is my mate when I have no wolf to feel it? What if my body just reacts because he is just so fucking hot and perfect to me? What if everything leads to my death?

I open my eyes as I feel him getting away. No more of his soft skin on me. No more lips on my neck. I feel so cold now he is not here anymore. He lies beside me and looks at me with a smile.

"I am sorry. I should have told you before we left the office. But,.." I sound sorry for Alec. My eyes fill with tears. I don't even understand why. That's not like it's a shame to wait for some love, is it? And being a human in the middle of the pack wolf could not be different.

Plus, I did not ask for a lycan to claim me.

Then, it hits me. I am sorry for myself. I'm so sorry I thought about falling for Alec for a second. He is a lycan Prince, and I am a human. We are not supposed to happen. And I hate that idea: he already got me.

He takes my hand, so I roll on my side. I face him, and my brown eyes meet his comforting green eyes. He kisses my forehead softly.

"That's okay, little pup. We've got plenty of time. No need to rush."

His voice is soft; his former excited breath is now so calm.

I move as close to his body as possible, breathe his blooming flower fragrance and kiss his neck. He does nothing but wraps me in his arms.

"I am happy I have all of your innocence for me, little wolf. So never be sorry for being who you are." His words sound so comforting to me.

I feel that my body relaxes; my heartbeat follows his. Finally, I close my eyes and fall asleep in the second.

What if we had a chance in the end?