My Mate Sent Me To Prison I Return As His Nightmare novel Chapter 15

Three days had passed since Wyatt's dramatic entrance into my classroom. While my inner wolf seemed drawn to him like a magnet.

My little brother Lucas had been unusually quiet, watching Wyatt with suspicious eyes whenever he visited our small home.

Tonight, after Wyatt left, Lucas finally voiced his concerns.

"I don't trust him," he confided, his young face serious beyond his years.

"Neither did I at first," I ruffled his hair. "But he seems different."

"That's what you thought about the others," he muttered.

He wasn't wrong. But something about Wyatt felt genuine in ways I couldn't explain.

That night, after Lucas had gone to bed, I sat by my window, gazing at the stars. A familiar scent caught my attention moments before a soft knock sounded on my balcony door.

My body stiffened when I saw Wyatt standing there.

"Wyatt, what are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep. My wolf urged me to come," he said softly, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "Who knew I'd meet a goddess."

I glanced back at my bedroom door, worried about waking Lucas. "You shouldn't be here."

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked, staying at the threshold.

I should have said yes. Instead, I can't say a word.

He entered my room, his presence immediately making the space feel smaller. He kept a respectful distance, taking in the simple decor, the few personal items I'd managed to collect since starting over.

"This feels like you," he said, inhaling deeply. "Your scent is everywhere."

I sat on the edge of my bed, suddenly aware of how intimate this setting was. "We need to be quiet."

Wyatt nodded, then moved toward me with predatory grace.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, he leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of me, effectively caging me between his arms.

His face hovered inches from mine, his powerful frame looming over me.

The silence between us felt charged with unspoken tension, his scent enveloping me completely.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Since the moment I saw you, you're all that's on my mind."

His hand found mine, fingers intertwining with a gentleness that made my heart race. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, recognizing her mate.

"Wyatt..." I started, uncertain what to say.

"I need you," I whispered.

When our bodies joined, the sensation was overwhelming.

He moved with purpose, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.

His eyes never left mine, intense and possessive.

"You're mine," he growled.

"I'm yours," I answered truthfully.

Our pace quickened, movements becoming desperate. The tension built until I couldn't bear it any longer. His name fell from my lips as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

He followed moments later, his powerful body shuddering against mine.

Afterward, he pulled me against his chest, arms wrapped protectively around me.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, kissing me again.

Our hearts beat as one until his breathing evened and he fell asleep.

I kissed his lips softly. "Good night. My King Mate."