Chapter 5

Jason's POV

Her words echoed in my head, like a shot fired in a silent room. I felt my heart stutter, the world around me spinning out of control. Pregnant. Lyla was pregnant. And I was...the father.

I was silent for a moment, struggling to process the news. This was not part of the plan. I was an Alpha, yes, but I was not ready for this kind of responsibility. I had sworn off love, dedicated my life to my pack, and for pleasure, I had women... women who understood that it was just sex, nothing more.

But now, Lyla... she was carrying my child. This changed everything. A part of me wished she hadn't become pregnant. Now it seemed like she was doomed to a life of loveless union with me because I wasn't capable of loving her, not the way she wanted me to. Yet, I knew I couldn't reject her or the child. I was an Alpha, and it was my duty to accept this responsibility.

"Jason?" Lyla's voice brought me back to the present, her eyes filled with worry.

"I... I need time to think," I muttered, not trusting myself to say more. I left her standing there, her face a mask of shock and hurt.

Later that evening, I found myself heading to the local bar with Cole, my beta. I needed to drink, to drown my thoughts, to forget, if only for a while.

"Are you going to accept the child, Jason?" Cole asked, breaking the silence that had settled between us.

"What choice do I have?" I grumbled, running a hand through my hair. "I'm an Alpha. It's my responsibility."

"But what about Lyla?" he pressed. "Can she accept that there will be other women in your life?"

I shrugged. "She knew what she was getting into."

As we walked into the bar, the loud music did nothing to drown out the throbbing in my head. Or was it my heart? I couldn't tell.

I downed a few drinks, hoping to numb the chaos in my mind. But the more I drank, the louder my thoughts became. I needed to escape, to breathe.

I stumbled out to the car park at the back of the bar, the cold air stinging my face. And that's when I saw her. A woman, leaning against a car, her face bathed in the glow of a nearby streetlight. Our eyes met, and for a moment, everything else fell away.

Recognition hit me like a punch to the gut as I studied her face more closely. I had seen her before. She was the woman who'd slapped me for parking in the disabled spot a few weeks ago."Well, if it isn't Miss Defender-of-the-Disabled," I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.

She crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow. "And if it isn't Mr. Arrogant-Wolf-Who-Parks-Wherever-He-Wants."

I chuckled, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet car park.

"I never got your name," I said, extending a hand toward her.She hesitated for a moment before taking it.

There was something captivating about her - a fire in her eyes, a strength in her voice. It was intoxicating."Can you let go?"she asked, her tone teasing."Or are you always this uptight?"

"I can be free when I want to be," I shot back, a spark of challenge in my eyes."Can you?"

To my surprise, she closed the distance between us, her hand reaching up to cup my face. Without a word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. The world around us seemed to fade away as I returned the kiss, my hands instinctively wrapping around her.As we broke apart, both of us breathless, she whispered,"Does that answer your question?"

It was more than an answer. It was an invitation, a challenge, and a promise. And I was more than willing to accept it.

I picked her up effortlessly and carried her towards the nearby field, the moonlight guiding our way.As I was about to thrust myself into her, under the stars, I discovered that she was a virgin. I hesitated, not wanting to hurt her, but she insisted. And so, I did.

It was intense, passionate, and powerful. We both climaxed twice, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

As we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, I realized that despite the chaos of my life, despite the looming responsibility of fatherhood, I had found a moment of pure bliss with a woman who dared to slap me over a parking spot.

Before I could react, she pulled away, her breath mingling with mine. Wordlessly, she began to gather her clothes, her movements brisk and efficient.

"Wait," I called out, my chest tightening at the prospect of her leaving.

"Can I see you again?"

She paused, her gaze meeting mine. The silence was deafening as I awaited her response.

"I doubt this will happen again," she said finally, her voice devoid of any emotion. The finality of her words stung more than I expected.

"I didn't even get your name," I pressed, hoping to salvage something from this unexpected encounter.

She sighed a soft, almost regretful sound. Then, as she buttoned up her shirt, she said,

"My name is Kelsey."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving me alone under the moonlit sky. I watched her retreating figure until she disappeared from view, her name echoing in my mind.

Kelsey.

Despite the chaos of my life, despite the looming responsibility of fatherhood, I had found a moment of pure bliss with a woman who dared to slap me over a parking spot. And even though she said it wouldn't happen again, I found myself hoping otherwise.

I would see Kelsey again. I had to.

Kelsey's POV

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as I walked away from him. Jason. The stranger who had elicited feelings and desires in me that I didn't know I was capable of. A stranger who had, in the span of one unexpected encounter, turned my world upside down.

Even as the cool night air kissed my skin, I could still feel the heat of his touch. His hands, strong and confident, exploring my body with an intensity that left me breathless. His lips, gentle yet demanding, coaxing sounds of pleasure from me I never thought I could make. I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin, setting my nerves on fire.

It was ridiculous, really. I had always been a sensible person, always making decisions with my head rather than my heart. But Jason... he stirred something within me. He made me feel things I had never felt before, desire so raw and intense it consumed me. I had given myself to him completely, lost in the ecstasy of our connection.

It was the most liberating and terrifying experience of my life.

I was Kelsey, the sensible girl who followed rules, who planned for the future, who never took unnecessary risks. Yet, I had thrown all caution to the wind with Jason. I had surrendered myself to the moment, to the magnetic pull between us. And it felt... incredible.

But as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in, I felt a pang of anxiety. Jason was a stranger, a man I had met only once before in less than ideal circumstances. And yet, I had given him my virginity, something I had always imagined giving to someone I loved, someone I trusted.

As the rush of pleasure began to fade, replaced by creeping doubts, I knew I had to leave. I had to put distance between us before I got in any deeper. This connection, this intense chemistry we had, it was exciting, yes, but it was also dangerous. I could easily lose myself in him, in the allure of this mysterious stranger. And that was a risk I couldn't afford to take.

"Kelsey," I whispered to myself as I walked further away from the car park, further away from Jason. I had to remember who I was. I was not a woman who threw caution to the wind, who gave in to her desires without considering the consequences.

But for one fleeting moment, under the cover of the night, with the taste of Jason still on my lips, I had been that woman. And as terrifying as it was to admit, I had loved every second of it.

So, I walked away, leaving behind the remnants of an unforgettable encounter. I walked away from the unknown, from the allure of Jason, the stranger who had shown me a world of desire and passion I never knew existed. I walked away, vowing to never look back.