Chapter 3 It's Not a Dream

Nancy's POV: Shane trailed kisses down my neck, sucking gently until red marks appeared. He continued lower, nipping at my collarbone and grazing my breasts with his teeth, until I writhed beneath him, soft moans escaping my lips. His tongue set my body ablaze, his lips drawing cries of his name from mine. Soon, his fingers slid inside, moving in a way that sent echoes of wet sounds reverberating through the room. I was losing my mind! Then, with excruciating slowness, he lifted me and positioned me on my knees, raising my buttocks. Without warning, he thrust in from behind, deep and unrelenting. Each movement was harder than the last, driving me forward—only for him to pull me back again. The bedsheets tore under my grip. I screamed until my voice went hoarse, begging him to slow down—then pleading for more. He flipped me over again, lifting my legs onto his shoulders, his gaze locking onto mine. My lips parted, but I could barely breathe. His hand wrapped around my throat, sending me into an overwhelming haze of pleasure. And finally, he released it onto me. I lay there, completely spent, my eyes too heavy to open. All I remembered was the soft kiss he left on my forehead—tender, in contrast to his final, shameless words. "I've wanted to fuck you like this for so long!" ... The first rays of morning sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, casting a golden glow that gently outlined the entwined figures on the bed. The wildness of the previous night still seemed to linger in the air—a faint mix of sweat and a lingering scent interwoven with the rumpled sheets. I slowly opened my eyes, my consciousness stirring from a sweet dream, accompanied by the steady, deep breathing of Shane. It was real. Everything from last night's madness was real. Shane, the Alpha, had truly become my mate. The secret crush I had harbored had now become a reality. He lay on his side beside me, wrapping one arm around my waist, his palm resting against my skin and radiating warmth. His face nestled in my hair, his breath gently brushing against my neck. I turned my head, quietly watching his sleeping form. The sharp, wolfish edge he carried in the daytime had completely faded. In sleep, his features were soft, as tranquil as a lake shrouded in morning mist. His eyelashes trembled slightly under the sunlight, and at the corner of his lips, there was the faintest trace of a smile. I couldn't help but reach out. My fingertips traced the curve of his brow, gliding down his straight nose before finally pausing on his warm lips. His lips moved slightly, as if my touch had disturbed him. He let out a low hum but didn't open his eyes. Instead, he pulled me even closer. My heart softened instantly. The secret crush I had hidden away in my youth, the quiet longing I had buried deep inside—all of it melted into an overwhelming sense of happiness, so warm it threatened to spill over from my chest. "Nancy ... " he suddenly murmured my name, his voice husky and indistinct. I froze for a moment, startled, but quickly realized he was still half asleep. "I'm here." I couldn't stop myself from responding. His eyelids lifted slightly, revealing a pair of misty green eyes, hazy with sleep. But the moment he saw me, clarity dawned in them. He blinked, and a slow, indulgent smile curved his lips. "So it wasn't a dream ... " "It's not a dream ... " I murmured, still dazed. "Great." He chuckled softly, flipping over and pressing me beneath him. His movements were gentle yet carried an unmistakable possessiveness. His forehead pressed against mine, the tip of his nose brushing lightly against my own. As our breaths intertwined, he whispered, "Last night ... Was I too wild? Did I hurt you?" I shook my head. Last night ... was indeed a little intense. But with a werewolf's healing ability, the bites and minor tears from last night had already healed completely. "Nancy, I ... " Shane started to say something. Bang! Bang! Bang! Suddenly, loud knocking echoed through the room. The gentle warmth in Shane's eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by the imposing presence of the dominant and dangerous Alpha he truly was. "Get lost!" he roared without hesitation. "Alpha, it's the Elders' Council. They have urgent business and demand to see you immediately," a voice called from outside. Shane's brows furrowed, but he didn't lash out further. "I'll go check." He pressed a kiss to my forehead before rising, swiftly draping a long robe over himself. Grabbing his wolf-fang pendant, he strode toward the door. Shane cracked the door open slightly, ensuring no one outside could see into the room. "Alpha, apologies for the intrusion," an elder's arrogant voice sounded from beyond the door. "We are here to apprehend a murderer." "A murderer?" Shane's voice turned cold, laced with authority. "Have your brains completely rotted? You dare come here to search for someone?" "It's the true culprit behind your sister's death!" Clerent's sharp voice suddenly rang out. "What?!" "The ones who killed your sister all those years ago were Nancy's parents!" Clerent's words exploded like a thunderclap, shaking everyone present.