She Made Me Lose Control
(Asher)
Anger surged through me like a live wire and my fists tightened in balls seeing her. I had come home from dealing with human clients all day. They had been a pain in the ass and found Oliver missing.
One of my guards told me that Oliver was with that lady from the ship. I instantly ran here and now she was standing there looking all innocent.
Who the hell she thought she was? I couldn't understand her deal.
Changing her appearance to attend the party of Lancelot. Trying to cling to my son.
And then there was this distinctive scent she possessed. A combination of cedarwood and lavender. Even Blaze raised his head and took a deep whiff every time she was in the vicinity.
Her eyes were the clearest and deepest green as if the emeralds had been set up instead of her irises and that crimson of her hair resembled blood.
Even in my angered state, I couldn't resist staring at her.
“I apologise, we met in the park and I invited Oliver over for some snacks. This is my apartment, luckily we are neighbours,” she replied in a low sweet voice. Very different from the one she used on the ship. Her eyes rapidly blinked at me.
“Stay out of our business. You have no right to take my son away. He is mine,” I barked.
“I didn't take him away. He came willingly because he had no one to play or talk to. But I should have taken your permission first. I see my error and I am sorry. But I have no ill will, you can investigate if you don't trust me.”
I didn't believe her. Everything around her was suspicious and the way she was trying to infiltrate my life, I knew she had ulterior motives and women only had one motive.
Money.
I kept glaring at her as she kept biting her pink lip, making my mind flash with images of tasting them. I haven't been intimate with a woman after my mate and always had my urges under control. But this woman was testing the limits.
Oliver had come to stand by her side and stared at me with puppy eyes.
“Guards, take Oliver away. I need to speak with her, alone,” I ordered and my guards swiftly entered her apartment and took Oliver from her.
Her eyes held this warmth for my boy which didn't appear fake while he seemed obsessed with her. The kind of obsession I failed to understand.
Once my son was gone, I stepped inside her apartment and closed the door behind me. She tried to take a step back but I grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the polished door.
A small sigh fell through her strawberry shaded lips as her eyes widened at my action. Her heartbeat had upped several notches.
Grabbing both her dainty wrists I secured them above her head and dipped my head so we were face to face.
“What are you playing at? What's your game? It's not a coincidence that you keep appearing wherever me and my son go.” I asked, keeping my voice stern, letting a little of my aura flow just to intimidate her.
Her lips twitched sideways as her long lashes fluttered at me, almost kissing her tender skin under the eyes.
“Your son is the most adorable kid I have ever seen, all my intentions for him are pure. He is just a kid who wants love and someone to spend time with him. You on the other hand,” she boldly let her body touch mine and I felt as if I had been branded by her.
“You are the king of kings. And I want to be your queen. That's why I approached you,” she spoke in that seductive voice that was making me react in ways I didn't want to.
The fire of passion wriggled through me as her wet lips came crashing down on mine.
Soft, tender and sweet that's how her lips felt against mine. They perfectly moulded with mine.
Blaze deeply howled in my head, urging me to own her.
Like a bolt of lightning, the effects of her kiss directly hit my cock. It throbbed in my pants as she rubbed herself against me while trying to deepen the kiss.
All rational thoughts flew out of my brain as I let go of her hands, grabbed her auburn locks and pulled her head back.
She moaned in my mouth as I plunged my tongue inside her wet cavity and tasted her essence.
Sweet, everything about this woman tasted sweet and bordered on dangerous.
My fangs slightly protruded and bit her lower lip, eliciting a delicious cry of pleasure from her.
Clothed, she was too clothed.
I let her lips go for a second.
Grabbing the front of her dress I pulled with such force that it tore open and her milky breasts with pebbled tips spilled out.
“Ahh!” She cried out. And I heard Oliver knock on the door.
“Dad! Are you trying to steal my mate? What's going on?” He demanded from the outside.
His voice propelled me back to reality and my eyes fell on a distinctive scar above her pubic line. I instantly knew it was a mark of the C-section.
“What's that?” I pointed and her eyes dipped. She was speechless for a second, her heart was pounding and I could clearly hear it.
“It's just an appendectomy I had,” she answered but there was this uneasiness in her voice, a hint of sadness coated it.
Did she think I was stupid?
Appendectomy scars are never where hers were. She was a liar.
I let her go and stepped back. Her scent was driving me insane. It was sprouting out of her very pores.
What was I thinking? That she would be any different. They all were the same, coming to me for my money.
“You are imperfect and unfit. My Queen cannot have scars. Plus, you have no wolf. How will a werewolf with no wolf can become my queen? Do you want me to be a laughing stock,” I stated, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration.
A look of hurt passed through her calm facade but she masked it quickly and plastered that smile back on her face. Trying to cover herself with her torn dress, she said in desperation.
“What about Oliver's nanny? You can keep an eye on me through your guards if you want. I live next door so I can always take care of him. He needs a woman's touch. Let me be there for him.”
I hadn't seen any malice in her eyes for me or Oliver. For my son, she held this affection which I had hardly seen in any woman. And she was right, Oliver needed someone. She continued to speak as I contemplated.
“Oliver is a smart kid. Highly intelligent, and that's why he finds it hard to mingle with peers of his age. I can help him.”
I stared at her deeply. Trying to unravel what mysteries this woman held.
“What is it that you want in return? You must have some other motive?”
She stepped away from the door and proceeded to the sofa, grabbing a shawl from there she covered herself before speaking.
“I want werewolf laws to be amended, so a female can become Alpha too.”
“Is that all you want?” I asked, perplexed. Why would she want something like that?
“Yes! That's what I wish for.”
“Fine! But I will be keeping an eye on you and if you ever harm Oliver by any means. I will not hesitate and end your life. Are we clear?”
“Crystal,” she answered with a warm smile. The one that reached her eyes.
“You can start tomorrow. I will have papers ready for you to sign,” I told her and opened the door to exit.
Oliver was still standing there sulking and sent me a glare.
But her voice from behind me had him smiling as she happily informed.
“Ollie, we are going to be living together. I am going to be your nanny.”
He pumped the air in excitement and went on to hug her.
“Yes! Yes! Thank you, dad. I love you,” he chirruped so joyfully. All his resentment towards me seemed to have vanished. I had never seen him so happy before and hoped I had made the correct decision.