Scarlett couldn't watch any longer. She quietly retreated, tears streaming, breath heavy.
On the second floor—
"Scarlett?"
She stopped. Devil was standing by his door, shirtless, in sweatpants.
"Are you crying?" he approached.
"N-no..."
But tears wouldn't stop.
"What happened? Coming down from the third floor?"
She said nothing. His eyes registered the truth.
"You went to him. Michael."
"Yes."
"And?"
"I saw... I saw him... with Mom."
Devil's face darkened.
"That bastard."
"I... I want to be alone—"
"No." He took her hand. "You won't be alone. Not tonight."
He pulled her into his room, locking the door.
"Devil—"
"Shh." He sat beside her on the bed.
"He doesn't deserve you. Any man playing with two women at once... he's scum."
"But... what can I do? I... I love him..."
"Do you?" Devil looked into her eyes. "Or are you just attracted?"
"I don't know. It's all so confusing."
"Let me make it simple."
He turned her face towards him.
"I love you. Only you. No games. No lies. Just us."
"Devil... we can't... it's forbidden..."
"So?"
"Your relationship with Michael was hidden too. Wrong. What's different then?"
He had a point.
"I... I'm lost."
"Don't think." He kissed her—gentle, caring, completely different from Michael.
And she responded. Her hands in his hair, pulling him closer.
Devil removed her robe. Now she was in just her nightgown.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
His lips traced soft kisses down her neck.
"Ahh... Devil..."
His hands found her waist, laid her down on the bed.
He climbed over her.
"I want to make you feel good," he said. "Show you what real love is."
He slowly slid her nightgown straps down, kissing her shoulders, collarbone.
"You're so beautiful... I can't control myself."
His hands pulled her nightgown further down.
Her breasts were now exposed.
His eyes fixed on them.
"Perfect."
He took one into his mouth, gently sucking.
"Ohh... Devil..." Her hips lifted.
His tongue circled, teeth lightly biting.
His other hand massaged the other breast.
"I want more," she said.
"Be patient, baby. I'll make you enjoy completely."
His lips moved down to her stomach, navel, then lower.
He removed her nightgown fully, leaving her in just panties.
"May I?" he asked.
She nodded.
He slowly slid down her panties, leaving her fully naked.
"Fuck... you're perfect."
His hands slid over her thighs, moving slowly inside.
"You're so wet," he whispered.
His finger traced her slit from top to bottom.
"Ahhh... please..."
"Please what?"
"More... more..."
He inserted one finger slowly.
"So tight," he said softly.
In and out, slowly.
Then two fingers.
"Faster... please... faster..."
His pace increased, thumb circling her clit.
"I'm... I'm close..."
"Not yet."
He withdrew his fingers, leaving her frustrated.
Then he pulled off his sweatpants.
His length was large. Hard.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes... please..."
He positioned himself at her entrance.
Slowly entered.
"Fuck... so tight..."
"Ahhhh!" she moaned.
He paused inside.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes... just... a bit big..."
He smiled and began moving slowly, tenderly.
"In. Out. In. Out."
"You're amazing," he said.
Her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Faster... Devil... faster..."
His pace quickened, every thrust deep.
"Fuck... Scarlett... you're perfect..."
"And... faster..."
He went even faster; the bed shook.
"I... I can't stop... feels too good..."
"Don't stop... please... don't stop..."
Only their sounds filled the room—skin slapping, moans.
"Scarlett... I... I'm close..."
"Me too... fuck... me too..."
One last powerful thrust.
They climaxed together. Intensely.
"DEVIL!"
"SCARLETT!"
Her whole body trembled in waves of pleasure.
He collapsed on top of her; both breathing hard.
After a while, he carefully moved off and lay beside her.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yes... just overwhelmed."
He held her close.
"I really love you, Scarlett. This isn't a game."
She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"I don't know how I feel. But... with you... I feel safe."
"And that's enough. For now."
They sat silently, comfortable in their intimacy.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed.
She picked it up.
Unknown number.
Message:
"Scarlett. Tomorrow 10 AM. Downtown. Ritz Hotel. Presidential Suite. Come alone. Very important business proposal. - M"
Her heart raced.
M.
Not Michael.
This message was from someone else.
"What's wrong?" Devil asked.
"A message... I have to go somewhere tomorrow."
"Where?"
"Downtown. A business meeting."
Devil looked at her suspiciously.
"A business meeting? You're a student."
"It's... complicated."
"Scarlett, don't hide things from me. Please."
She took a deep breath.
"Okay. But what I'm going to tell you... you can't tell anyone. Promise?"
"Promise."
"I'm not just a normal college student. I have resources. Connections. Nobody knows about."
"What do you mean?"
"I have money. Lots of it. And power. But I keep it hidden, because... if anyone finds out, everything changes."
Devil's eyes widened.
"How much money?"
"Enough to buy companies. Fix deals. Make people disappear."
"What the fuck..."
"And all because of Michael. He introduced me to this world. Gave me connections. Access."
"But why?"
"I don't know. Maybe... he wants something from me. Or maybe he truly wants me. I'm confused."
Devil held her hand.
"Whatever it is, I'm with you. Understand?"
"But it could be dangerous—"
"I don't care. If you're in danger, I'll be there too."
She smiled and kissed him.
"Thank you."
***
The next morning.
Scarlett stood in front of Ritz Hotel. Dressed in an expensive suit, hair tied, professional look.
Presidential Suite. Top floor.
She sat in the elevator, heart pounding.
Who wanted to meet her?
At the suite door, she knocked.
"Come in."
A deep, commanding voice.
She opened the door.
A man stood with his back to her, by the window.
Expensive suit. Tall. Broad shoulders.
"Sit, Miss Scarlett."
She sat on the sofa.
He slowly turned.
Her breath stopped.
Impossible.
His face was familiar but different—mature, powerful, intimidating.
"Who are you?" she asked.
He smiled.
"You know my name. But not my true identity."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm the man the world doesn't know. But who controls the world."
He approached and sat beside her.
"I'm the richest man on the planet. But officially... I don't exist."
Her eyes widened.
"And you... you are my chosen one."
"Chosen one?"
"Yes. You have potential. Power. The world doesn't know. And I... I want to train you."
"But... why?"
He looked into her eyes.
"Because you're special, Scarlett. And because... you are Michael's mate."
Her heart stopped.
"You... you know Michael?"
"Of course. He's my... partner. In some matters."
"What matters?"
"Worldly secrets—supernatural. Hidden. Dark."
He unbuttoned his coat and shirt.
On his chest was a large tattoo—a wolf howling at the moon.
Exactly like the one on Michael's chest.
"You... you too..."
"Yes. But I'm not Alpha. I'm... something else."
"What?"
"The one who controls Alphas. The King."