🔥Action-Packed Story,One Tap👉
My best friend Rosa found me at the annual university masquerade ball. “He’s here,” she whispered, eyes gleaming. “Tristan Pratt. By the fountain. Silver wolf mask.” I’d had a crush on that boy for three years. She shoved a glass of bourbon into my hand, her eyes daring me to finally make my move. I gathered my courage, slipped through the crush of bodies, and from behind, wrapped my arms around the toned waist of a man in a silver wolf mask. I pressed my cheek against his broad back. My voice trembled, but I kept it clear. "Tristan, I think I'm... in love with you." I felt his entire body go rigid. He turned slowly, his movements unnervingly deliberate. He took off his mask, revealing a face infinitely more handsome—and infinitely more dangerous—than Tristan’s. He backed me against the fountain’s cold stone sculpture, his predatory aura swallowing me whole. His deep eyes gleamed with a taunting amusement, and his voice was like honey laced with poison. "You've found the wrong wolf, little lamb. But since you came to me, you're mine now." He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting against my ear, sending a violent shiver down my spine. "Say it again," he purred. "Say you love me. Or I'll make everyone here watch you cry and beg for me." ———————— 1 My mind went completely blank. The bourbon glass slipped from my fingers, shattering against the marble as amber liquid splashed across the floor. I was trembling from head to toe, my teeth chattering so hard I thought they’d crack. "No… that's not… I got the wrong person…" My voice was a ragged whisper, barely audible even to my own ears. But Sean just smiled—a chilling, predatory curve of his lips that held a dangerous interest. He had me pinned, trapped between his body and the stone fountain, his hot breath fanning the side of my neck. "Wrong person?" "Then tell me," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "What's this 'Tristan' of yours look like?" I didn't dare meet his eyes, my gaze fixed on the spreadin
