I should have pushed Elliot away.
Every instinct in me screamed to break the contact, to step out of the pull that felt like an unseen Alpha command locking my body in place. But I couldn't move. My limbs refused to obey, as if my wolf had already decided something my mind wasn't ready to accept.
Heat rose through me, spreading fast from my core to my face. My heartbeat turned uneven, loud, completely out of control in a way that reacted only to him.
And I could only watch as he leaned closer.
"Elliot, don't do this…" My voice came out weak, more breath than protest.
But he didn't stop.
His gaze told me he already understood my resistance wasn't real rejection. My wolf didn't pull away from him. That alone seemed to strip away whatever restraint he was still holding.
A faint curve touched his lips.
Then he closed the distance.
His mouth met mine.
