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“Ryder…” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat as the need tightened inside me, coiling tighter with each passing second.

He stared at me, hard and intense, and I couldn’t look away. I winked, and a bright spark lit up in his eyes. Fuck, that was all I needed to see. I parted my legs, arching my back, and in one smooth, deliberate motion, I ran my fingers over my slick, bare pussy. “Come on,” I whispered, my voice thick with lust, daring him to take me.

That was all it took. Ryder shot to his feet like a predator ready to im his prey. In seconds, he was on me, his movements sharp, swift, and full of purpose. His eyes never left mine as he crawled up the bed, his body looming over me like a dark shadow.

“Jasmine,” he growled again, his voice deeper, rawer. His control was slipping, and I could feel it—taste it in the air between us.

I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and thick, like a nket of heat wrapping around me. I shivered under him, unable to stop myself. I wanted him. Bad.

“Yes…” I gasped, sweat starting to form along my brow, trickling down my neck as the tension mounted.

Ryder’s lips crashed down on mine with raw, unchecked intensity. Our kiss was explosive, filled with heat and urgency. His hands roamed my body like he owned me.

I arched into his touch, my body giving inpletely to him.

“Mine,” Ryder growled into my mouth, the possessiveness in his voice making my core clench. I’d never heard him sound like that. Never heard anyone sound like that.

His kiss deepened, rougher now, more desperate. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer. But then… I tasted it—blood. The metallic tang flooded my mouth, and for a second, I froze.

Ryder’s breaths were ragged, his lips still on mine, but something shifted. I could feel it in the way his body tensed against mine, the way his kiss became… different. His fangs grazed my lip, and suddenly, he yanked away from me like I was on fire.

“Ryder?” I murmured, confused and still reeling from the taste of his blood on my tongue.

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His eyes… they weren’t blue anymore. Swirls of red and blue, a dangerous storm, reced his usual oceanic gaze. I gasped, instinctively pulling back.

“What the fuck…” I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding. What the hell was happening to him? What was this?

I stepped back, the taste of blood still on my lips, the iron-heavy scent lingering in the air. Part of me wanted to reach out to him, but something held me back. This wasn’t the Ryder I knew. This wasn’t the yful, teasing Ryder who drove me crazy with his stupid smirks. This was something darker. Wilder.

“Jasmine, get the fuck out,” he snarled, his voice deeper than before—guttural, almost animalistic.

My legs trembled. I should’ve run, but I couldn’t. I was rooted to the spot, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. Fuck, move!

Jasmine’s POV

I blinked once, twice, wondering what went wrong. Why the hell did Ryder leave me? And where was he going? Why did every moment of sunshine have to be drenched by rain, leaving my emotions cloudy and wet?

With a wobbly attempt to stand, I pulled myself up and rushed to the door, beating him to it. I stared at him, daring him to make the next move. My heart moved heavily in my chest with eachbored breath, and I could hear the sound of it in my ears.

Ryder’s head turned slowly to face me, his eyes red—a deep, fiery red like moltenva. His nose red wildly, his chest heaving as he rolled his fists, a practiced attempt to keep his cool, but I could tell.

Maybe I should have left—run, in fact, when I had the chance. Something was definitely wrong. Was he trying to transform into his wolf?

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