The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 37: His Room

Aurora POV

​I nodded, trying to ignore the frantic screaming in the back of my head. Fuck, what is going on with me? Just hours ago, I was angry at him, and now I’m offering to have a drink with him.

​Alpha Oliver didn’t take me to his private apartment like I thought; instead, we went to the Pack House mansion. The evening air brushed against my skin as we stepped out of the car, and I felt the weight of a dozen pairs of eyes on me. Some were surprised to see me dressed in such an expensive gown; others were just in shock.

​Oliver led the way, his stride slightly heavy but still commanding. We entered the elevator, and the tension inside the small space was suffocating. The air smelled of him—that cedar and cold rain—mixed with the sharp, burning scent of alcohol. We arrived at a floor I had never seen before. I realized instantly that this was his private floor. I had always been confined to the office levels, never here.

​He led the way while I followed like an obedient puppy. We reached a massive door where he typed in a code and pushed it open. He stepped aside for me to enter, and I swallowed hard, my heart hammering. What am I doing? He must have seen my hesitation as I finally stepped in.

​"You don’t have to be scared," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. I nodded, and for some reason, I actually believed him.

​I stared at the bedroom, and my jaw practically hit the floor. It was a masterpiece of masculine luxury. The walls were a deep, charcoal grey, accented by dark mahogany wood and gold trim. A massive, king-sized bed sat in the center with silk sheets that looked soft enough to sink into. Hanging directly above the headboard was a giant, breathtaking portrait of his wolf—a terrifyingly beautiful creature with fur like midnight and those same piercing sea-blue eyes. It felt like the wolf was watching me.

​I noticed his closet door was open, and I wandered toward it. He didn’t stop me; he just shoved his hands into his pockets and watched. I was wowed. The closet was the size of a boutique. There were lines of shirts in every possible shade of white, blue, and black. Rows of tailored suits hung perfectly, and his shoe collection was endless—running shoes, sports shoes, and polished dress shoes, numbering well over a hundred pairs.

​I looked back at him, feeling small in the middle of all this power. He had moved away from me and walked toward the bar that was built into the corner of the room. Rows of crystal decanters and rare bottles were arranged perfectly behind the counter. He reached for a glass.

​"What are you having?" he asked, not looking up.

​I took a breath, the silk of my dress rustling against my legs. "Surprise me," I whispered.

​He finally looked up, a ghost smirk playing on his lips despite the shadows in his eyes. He poured two glasses of a dark, amber liquid and slid one across the polished bar toward me. As our fingers brushed for a split second, a jolt of electricity shot up my arm, making my breath hitch.

​I sat down across from him while we drank, the amber liquid burning a pleasant path down my throat. After just a few sips, he stood up abruptly, his movements a little less steady than usual.

​"I’m going to change," he said. He glanced at me, his eyes lingering on the tight silk of my gown. "Do you want to change? You look uncomfortable in that."

​I wasn’t uncomfortable in a bad way—the dress was beautiful—but the thought of getting out of the restrictive fabric was tempting. "Yes," I breathed, "but I don’t have anything else to wear."

​"Give me a minute," he said. He walked into the massive closet and returned a moment later holding a T-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts. "This will be okay." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

​"Your clothes?" I stammered, my heart skipping a beat. "No, I can’t..."

​"Have it," he insisted, his voice dropping into a low grumble. "It’s nothing."

​I swallowed hard, taking the fabric from his hands. It felt heavy and expensive. "You can change in here," he added, gesturing to the bedroom. "I’ll bathe and change in the closet suite."

​I nodded, watching him disappear. As soon as the door clicked shut, I lifted the shirt to my nose. Fuck. His scent was everywhere—cedar, rain, and that intoxicating musk. It was driving me insane. Suddenly, the dream I had about him replayed in my head—the image of him over me, fucking me—and I felt my pussy clench painfully.

​I shook the thoughts away, trying to focus, and began to undress. I slipped into his clothes; the shirt was huge on me, hanging halfway down my thighs, and the shorts had to be tied tight to stay on my hips. I felt swallowed by him, but it was the most comfortable I had been all day. The allure of his scent wrapped around me like a blanket.

​As I turned to place my dress neatly on the chair, my eyes fell on a watch resting on the bedside table. My breath hitched. I moved closer, my heart starting to hammer against my ribs. I recognized that watch. I had seen the exact same intricate, silver-and-black face on the wrist of the masked Dom at the club.

​I frowned, leaning in for a closer look. My hand trembled as I picked it up. It was heavy, and the craftsmanship was unique. It was the same watch. My heart beat faster, a cold spike of fear shooting through me.

​No, I thought, quickly setting it back down. Stop it. Many people can own the same luxury watch. He’s the Alpha King; of course he has expensive jewelry. It wasn’t a big deal. It couldn’t be him. It was just a coincidence.

​I turned away from the bed, trying to calm my racing pulse. Just as I was about to sit back down, the closet door opened, and Oliver stepped out.

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