Page 31 of Obsessed Wolf Daddy

Something else niggles at me, something familiar yet foreign, like a dream that's just out of reach. As I lie there, trying to piece together the fragments of last night, they slowly coalesce into memories. The party…I felt wrong. Woozy. Terrance...he attacked me...tried to...

I force my eyelids open, squinting against the harsh morning light filtering through the blinds. I'm scared of what I will see when I do. Shock and relief rush through me as I notice Cole sitting by the bed, his eyes fixed on the mountain range outside the large picture window. His handsome face looks more disheveled than I've ever seen him. He looks younger, somehow. Less collected.

He jerks when he feels my gaze and turns to meet my eyes. "Morning," he says quietly.

"Wha-what happened? Where am I?" I croak out, my voice rough and unfamiliar. "Why do I feel like this?"

Cole stands and steps closer to me. He towers over me, and I suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed. I run my hands over my body and note I'm still wearing my dress from last night. The fabric has bunched and is now around my waist, but I'm under the covers, so he can’t see it.

The look in his eyes should frighten me. It's dark and intense. I can see the flicker as his wolf battles for dominance.

I have a vague memory of Terrance on top of me, ripping my top open. There’s a sick feeling in my stomach as I remember what he was trying to do. I shake my head, trying to think clearly.

Cole freezes. "Are you okay? Can you remember what happened?"

I nod, but find I can't speak. A lump forms in my throat as the gravity of the situation hits me. "He was my friend." A small sob escapes me. "I don't understand."

Cole sits beside me on the bed and pulls me into his arms. I don't even question it but simply collapse against him, sobbing as memories from last night flood through me. He strokes my back as I cling to his t-shirt. Only after a few minutes do my sobs subside and my mind becomes clear enough to fully register that I'm partially dressed and pressed up against Cole. Awareness creeps through my body, a familiar heat uncurling in my lower belly as the hand gripping his t-shirt notices the muscles flexing beneath.

My cheeks burn red as embarrassment and arousal fight for first place. Terrance's strength and size had terrified me last night, but Cole's even larger body is having the opposite effect. His muscles tense under my fingers, and I gasp slightly as his hand on my back grips my body, holding me in place.

He groans into my hair before leaning me back slightly, looking me in the eyes. "Saffy, you've been through a lot. Did you drink the shifter alcohol?"

I shake my head. "That was the first drink we were given, but I didn't want it." I blush, adding, "I've never had it, and I was nervous enough. Terrance got me something else."

Cole looks thoughtful for a moment. "But then you felt weird? You were out of it when we found you. I think he gave you something. Did the drinks taste strange?"

The drinks had tasted strange, but Terrance had told me they were fruity cocktails, not shifter alcohol. "He lied, didn't he?” I groan. “I'm so stupid."

Feeling naive and foolish, I put my head down, but Cole lifts my chin gently. "This isn't on you, Saffy. This is on him, and he will be dealt with."

"What happened to him?" I ask, frustrated that I can't remember anything about what happened after they burst in.

"I have a call with his alpha and Diego in a few minutes. Obviously, Zack is away, but Tanya is waiting for you to call her. It's all being taken care of. He won't be anywhere near you anymore."

Tanya. Zack. This is so embarrassing, and they must be so worried. I pull the covers back and try to stand, but as soon as I do, I feel woozy again.

Cole immediately stands, his hands on my waist to guide me back down. As soon as his hands touch me, I remember my dress has bunched up, revealing my underwear. The flimsy fabric of the dress has left me practically half-dressed.

"Stay down," Cole snaps, his voice harsh.

I can barely look at him, but when I do, the look on his face takes my breath away. His gaze is locked on my body, and his hands grip my waist almost painfully. It's as though he can barely control himself.

I should be scared, but I'm not.

I'm turned on.

The only other time I've seen Cole without his famous cool, calm veneer of control was right before he kissed me in his office. He looks so close to snapping now, I should be nervous. But in reality, all I want to do is kiss him.

My eyes focus on his lips. Time stands still for a moment until they quirk into something resembling a smile. "Call Tanya," he says finally, stepping back. "I need to take this callwith Diego. Speak to Tanya and then grab a shower through there.” He gestures to a door. “You'll feel better."

I want to protest, to pull him closer. I don't want the spell between us to be broken. But instead, I watch him walk away and then flop back onto the bed. Looking around, I slowly realize this must be Cole's bedroom. It's minimalistic, with a focus on the mountains outside. All sleek wood, beige furnishings, and glass walls.

In some ways, it reminds me of home. My brother Zack has spent years building our cabin, a similar blend of wood and glass. However, the difference is the finish. Zack has focused on hand-carving, giving a more rugged look. This place has all sleek lines and a high-end vibe.

A framed picture of Annie near the other side of the bed makes my heart beat faster. That side of the bed is untouched. If this is Cole's room, I wonder where he slept. The thought makes me blush.

I try to shake the thought by grabbing my phone and bracing myself to call Tanya. I'm grateful Zack is away until later today. I don't know how they'll react to the situation with Terrance.

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