Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers
Chapter 115: Falling For Her

Chapter 115: Falling For Her

Oscar:

The moment I stepped out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror, I knew exactly where I wanted to be. Not pacing around like a lovesick fool, not waiting for the "right time" to show her how much she meant to me... but with her.

Eva.

Even the thought of her name stirred something deep within me. It wasn’t the wild heat of the mate bond alone, though that fire never really died. No, this was something different. Stronger. Deeper.

It was the way her eyes softened when she was thinking, the way her shoulders held a strength she didn’t even realize she had. She was fierce and compassionate, unafraid and yet so damn vulnerable it made my heart ache.

With every passing day, I was falling harder. And it wasn’t just because the universe decided we were fated. It was because she was everything I never thought I would find in someone. Brave, stubborn, resilient, kind. She was a contradiction of softness and steel that kept pulling me in.

I hadn’t planned to fall in love with her. But I was. Hard and fast.

I made my way to her room. My each step was heavy with the anticipation that I could finally have a moment with her alone. Not as the instructor. Not as someone she should avoid or resist. But as a man in love... with every intention of earning her trust, her heart, and maybe, one day, her forever.

I knocked once, softly, then again, louder. And when she opened the door, I found myself looking at her in nothing but a bathrobe. Her cheeks were flushed from the shower, hair was damp and falling around her face. And I forgot every ounce of restraint I was trying to build over the past few days.

Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her.

Without a word, I quickly slipped inside the room, not wanting anyone to notice us like this. The last thing I wanted was for her to be the center of attention at the Academy because she got tangled up with me.

I did watch her narrowing her eyes at me in half-hearted annoyance, but she didn’t tell me to leave. And that was all the invitation I needed.

"You can’t keep doing this," she said. Her voice was soft but lacked conviction.

"Doing what?" I stepped closer. Her presence was already making the air feel heavier, sweeter.

"Showing up unannounced. Kissing me. Getting into my head."

God, how I wanted to be in her head. In her world. In her life.

I took her hand and let my thumb trace over the soft skin of her wrist before lifting her fingers to my lips. "You say that like I’m the only one feeling this, Evaline."

She sucked in a breath. I felt it in the way her fingers twitched in my hand. I never called her by her full name unless I wanted her attention. And tonight, I wanted all of it.

The faint twitch of her lips betrayed her. She tried to glare. But she was smiling underneath it. I saw it.

"Oscar-"

"You are still thinking too much," I interrupted while stepping so close I felt the warmth of her against me. "You always think. Always run. When all I want..."

I leaned in, brushing my lips against her temple, her cheek, until I hovered just at the corner of her mouth.

"...is for you to finally stay."

She didn’t pull away. And I knew then... she wanted to stay too.

The moment our lips met, it was like striking a match in a room already filled with gasoline. It wasn’t just passion, it was hunger. A desperate need that had been simmering for days, weeks, maybe even longer.

Her hands gripped my shirt, pulling me closer as my fingers slid through her damp hair, anchoring her to me like she was the only thing keeping me grounded.

And maybe she was.

Her robe slipped a little, revealing the curve of her shoulder. My mouth moved there without thinking, trailing kisses along her skin as she sighed into me.

She didn’t push me away. Instead, her hands found the hem of my shirt and slipped under it, her fingers grazing over my stomach and making me inhale deeply at the contact.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

The sound of urgent knocking startled both of us.

I groaned, cursing whoever was outside that door.

"Don’t," I muttered, grabbing her hips and kissing her again before she could pull away. "They will leave."

But then-

"Eva... are you there?" Mallory’s voice broke through, cracking like she had been crying.

Eva stiffened in my arms.

"It’s Mallory," she whispered against my lips. "Something’s wrong."

I didn’t want to let her go. But how could I stop her after hearing that voice?

She pushed gently at my chest. "You have to hide."

I looked around the room. There was nothing there to hide. No drapes thick enough. No place big enough to squeeze into.

And we were on the sixth floor. Jumping out of the window would have been idiotic, even for me.

Eva moved quickly, fixing her robe and smoothing her hair. "Just wait by the door. I’ll keep her distracted. When I pull her into the room, slip out."

I didn’t want to leave. Not like this. Not when we were finally... finally getting somewhere.

But I knew she was worried for her friend. So I nodded and stepped back, waiting silently by the edge of the door as she cracked it open.

"Mallory?" Her voice was warm, concerned. "What’s wrong?"

"I-I just needed someone," Mallory choked out in a trembling voice. "I didn’t know where else to go."

"It’s okay," Eva said softly and stepped aside to let her in. "Come here."

As Mallory stepped inside, I slipped out as quietly and quickly as I could. The air in the hallway felt much colder than it had a minute ago.

I leaned against the wall just beyond her room, breathing hard. My heart was still racing, not from the escape, but from her. From everything that just happened. Everything she made me feel.

I was falling for her. Hard.