Falling For The Demon Wolf-Chapter 44: Daylight

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VIOLET – POV

The Next Morning

The morning sun filtered through the high windows, brushing against my skin like a cruel tease of warmth. But inside me? I was a mess of tangled sheets, heavy breaths, and leftover need.

Zain was gone.

Of course, he was.

Left nothing behind but his scent—still clinging to my skin, still tormenting every inch of me. I lay there for a moment longer, staring at the ceiling like it held answers. My body still ached from the night before—not from anything we did, but everything we almost did. Everything I wanted us to do.

I sat up, threw off the covers, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed with a sharp inhale. My legs were still sore, and not in the good way. I tugged on my clothes with jerky, angry motions, cursing under my breath.

I wasn’t going to wait.

I needed answers.

I needed him.

And I needed Roman out of that godsdamned cell.

I found him outside, standing near the training grounds, speaking to a few of his warriors. He was in a plain black shirt today, sleeves rolled up, arms flexed as he gestured something out to them. Like he wasn’t the same man who nearly devoured me whole last night. Like he hadn’t run hot and cold in the same breath.

His head turned the moment I stepped into view.

His eyes swept over me once, slow and unreadable. But I didn’t falter—I marched right up to him, ignoring the glances of the warriors around us.

"We need to talk," I snapped.

He dismissed the others with a flick of his hand, not taking his eyes off me.

Once we were alone, he crossed his arms, towering over me like a challenge. "Go on then."

I kept my voice low, sharp. "Let Roman out."

His jaw flexed.

"No."

"No?" I hissed. "He hasn’t done anything—"

"He stepped into my territory," Zain growled. "Human or not, that’s trespassing. That’s a threat."

"He didn’t even know what this place was! He came looking for me!"

His eyes narrowed. "And now he’s exactly where he belongs. Behind a locked door."

I took a step closer, ignoring the heat crawling up my neck. "You don’t get to make that call."

"I do," he said simply. "This is my land. My pack. My laws."

My hands clenched at my sides. "You’re just jealous."

The words were out before I could stop them.

His entire body stiffened.

"Excuse me?"

I swallowed, forcing myself to meet his eyes. "You’re jealous of him. That he touched me. That I chose him."

His gaze dropped to my lips. Then lower.

"You think you chose him," he murmured, stepping in close. "But your body says otherwise. Every time I’m near you, you burn."

My pulse stuttered.

"Is that what you tell yourself?" I said, tilting my chin defiantly. "That I’m just waiting for you to claim me?"

"You want me to claim you." His voice was low, dangerous. "But you’re still fighting it."

"You don’t know what I want."

He leaned in, lips brushing against my ear, and whispered, "I know you touched yourself last night."

I froze.

"I could feel it," he continued, voice like a sin. "Every moan. Every shiver. You begged for me with your body even when your mouth stayed shut."

My breath hitched. My legs threatened to give out.

But I wouldn’t let him win.

"Then why didn’t you stay?" I whispered back. "Why didn’t you take what you wanted?"

His lips hovered just above mine. His hand twitched like he wanted to grab me. Break me. Worship me.

And then... he stepped back.

Just like before.

Cold. Controlled.

"You’re not ready," he said flatly. "And I’m not stupid."

My heart slammed against my ribs.

"I want him out," I ground out.

He held my gaze. "You’ll get your wish."

Then he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the sunlight with my fists clenched and my body burning.

I hated him.

And I wanted him more than ever.

VIOLET – POV

Later that morning

I stood there long after he walked away, staring at the empty space he’d left behind, fists clenched at my sides. My entire body still hummed with the heat of his words, the memory of his mouth so close to mine, the truth of what he said gnawing at the edge of my sanity.

Yes. I had touched myself thinking of him.

Yes. I had whispered his name against my pillow, desperate and wild.

And yes—I wanted him.

But that didn’t mean I forgave him.

Didn’t mean I trusted him.

Didn’t mean I’d let him control me.

I stormed away from the courtyard, the familiar corridors of the packhouse blurring as I walked. I didn’t care where I was going. I needed to move. To think. To breathe without feeling the phantom of his lips on my skin.

Roman was still locked up.

My sister was missing.

And the one man who seemed to both ruin and complete me had become an anchor I couldn’t shake.

I paced into the empty common room, heart pounding in my chest, and gripped the edge of the nearest table.

What was I even doing here?

This place, this pack, this whole damn world—it wasn’t mine.

And yet it felt like it was becoming part of me.

Worse—it was starting to change me.

I could feel it—under my skin, in my blood, in the way my mark pulsed every time Zain was near.

Something was stirring inside me.

Something old. Something... dangerous.

I needed answers.

And Zain was the only one who could give them to me.

But if he thought I’d beg for them, he had another thing coming.

I turned sharply and made my way back toward the cells. If he wasn’t going to release Roman, I’d talk to him myself. Maybe get some kind of explanation. Maybe... just see him. Someone from my old life. Someone who reminded me of who I used to be.

Someone who wasn’t Zain.

The dungeon air was damp and cold, the kind of cold that crept beneath your skin and settled into your bones. The guards at the door gave me a long look but didn’t stop me. Not when they recognized the fire in my eyes. Not when they smelled the storm on me.

I walked past them without a word, the hallway quiet except for the distant clink of chains and my own heartbeat.

Roman’s cell was near the end. The second he saw me, he stumbled to the bars.

"Violet?" he gasped. "Is it really you?"

I froze.

There he was—his face pale, a cut above his brow, hands gripping the bars like a man desperate to wake from a nightmare.

"Roman," I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He looked at me like I was salvation. Like nothing had changed. Like I hadn’t left him behind.

"I came for you," he said, voice shaking. "You disappeared. Your family said you were taken, that it had to do with wolves. So I followed the trail. I had to find you."

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I blinked them away.

"You shouldn’t have come," I said softly, stepping closer.

"What is this place?" he asked, voice desperate. "What are they?"

I opened my mouth—but before I could answer, I felt it.

That presence.

That heat.

Zain.

He was standing at the far end of the corridor, arms folded, his gaze locked on me like a loaded gun.

And when I turned, our eyes met—and the world tilted again. My mark flared. My heart twisted.

He didn’t say a word.

He didn’t need to.

Every inch of him radiated power. Possession. Fury.

And jealousy.

Roman looked between us, eyes narrowing slightly.

"What is he to you?" he asked, voice low.

I didn’t answer.

Because I didn’t know how to explain that Zain was both the enemy and the flame. That he was the one who’d broken me and awakened me. That the touch I craved belonged to him—and it terrified me.

Zain’s voice was a growl as he spoke. "Your time is up."

He stepped forward, every movement like thunder. "Let’s go."

"I’m not done," I snapped.

He didn’t stop walking. "Yes. You are."

He reached for me, fingers brushing my arm—and it was like the whole world shifted again.

But I wouldn’t let him win this time. I jerked away, fire in my voice. "Don’t touch me. You don’t get to tell me when I’m done."

His eyes darkened, something primal flickering in their depths. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Violet."

I stepped toward him, chest heaving. "Then let’s play."

The air crackled between us, hot and volatile. I could feel Roman’s eyes on us, confused and wounded, but I didn’t care. Not in that moment.

Because Zain was the one I couldn’t walk away from.

And I hated that more than anything.