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For over a minute, Violet and Alaric stood in stunned silence, staring at each other, their jaw agape, none of them able to comprehend what just happened.

"H-how....?" Alaric could not understand it. Although he could not calculate the amount of electricity he had injected into Violet unknowing, either way, she shouldn’t be standing on her feet either. But here she was, up on her feet as if nothing had happened at all.

It was impossible. Could it be that she was immune to his ability? No... that was impossible. It couldn’t be. She was human. Even werewolves could not take on his ability, not to mention, a human. No, perhaps, his ability malfunctioned or something. She was merely a human.

"Are you okay?" He wanted to reach for her, only to recall his first mistake, he wore his gloves at once. He would be damned if he repeated it again.

Violet checked her body, "I think so....ugh " She suddenly groaned as a rush of carnal heat that burned like the surface of the sun rushed between her legs. It was so intense that she had to bite down on her lips so tightly to prevent a moan from escaping. What was going on?

"Violet...?" Alaric asked unsure, a frown now on his face. He had noticed the sudden change in her demeanor and wondered if it was the result of his action. If by chance, he had fried her brain, he would never forgive himself for it.

Violet did not even recognize Alaric calling her name, more absorbed in finding out what was wrong with her. She was suddenly hot. Too hot. Every part of her body felt so flushed and feverish that she wanted to take off her clothes.

Take off her clothes and do what? Perhaps, dip in a pool or something to cool down, Lunaris had a pool after all. They’d just have to make do with her little offense of her walking to the pool in her underwear because she couldn’t stand it anymore.

The clothes felt like extra baggage and it irritated her. She wanted it off. Only then would she be free from whatever this was.

And so Violet began to do quick work of it. She pulled her jacket off and tossed it to the ground. It wasn’t until she was reaching for the buttons on her shirt that Alaric rushed over to the side and grabbed her hand.

"What do you think you’re doing?" He asked angrily, thinking she was up to her usual trick again of trying to seduce him.

"It’s too hot... I need to get out of this. "

"Hot?"

But Violet already pulled free of his grip and reached for her buttons again, freeing three of them and Alaric was given a glimpse of her creamy breast clad in a red bra, sending heat rushing not just to his face but to a certain part of his body.

By the gods, the girl was temptation wrapped in a pretty package. Alaric knew he had to stop this madness before it escalated.

"That’s enough! You should stop this now!" He grabbed her hand to stop her from undressing herself in front of him. Has she lost her mind?

"Let me go!" Violet shouted, "It’s too hot! Please let me go! I need to go for a swim! "

"Swim?" Alaric was left more confused than ever. Could it be that she was not faking this and it was not a ploy to get a rise out of him.

"You can’t go for a swim. Classes are going on right now for Christ sake, Violet." He told her, concern in his tone.

Alaric decided to let go of his hostility towards the girl and took a good look at her. He let go of her hands and grabbed her face and scrutinized her.

Something was wrong here. Alaric could tell with the sweats that had beaded on her forehead and her cheeks were flushed, nearly feverish.

And then, her pupils were dilated as fuck.

Not to mention, it felt most uncomfortable when he caught the scent of her arousal.

Alaric’s frown was prominent now. What the hell was going on here?

Unknown to Alaric, the moment he placed a hand on Violet’s face, it felt like a healing balm. His hands were cooling to her fevered skin and she wanted more of it. Him. There was no need for a pool, he was all she wanted.

Alaric noticed Violet’s stare and looked down only to gulp nervously. She was staring at him like he was a meal she intended to devour.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked nervously. It was strange for an alpha because he was beginning to feel like a prey now with her predatory look.

But Violet did not reply, her attention focused on the way his lips moved while he spoke. She wondered if his lips were as soft as they looked..

And she did check it.

Alaric froze like a statue the instant Violet’s mouth landed hard on his.

His hands were still hanging awkwardly as the girl grabbed his hair, pushing her tongue into his mouth with a groan of utter satisfaction.

He should push her away. She was a natural seductress who had had her eyes on him since the first day they met, yet Alaric found his eyes closing as he gave into the mind-blowing kiss.

If lightning had a taste, Violet was certain she’d found it.

Sharp, acrid, yet intoxicatingly sweet. Alaric was raw power incarnate, and with every second their mouths remained connected, a storm brewed inside her.

Sparks danced across her skin, lighting up every nerve ending until her body felt as if it were glowing.

A jolt of static electricity spread between her thighs, and Violet let out a soft whimper as the heat pooled low in her belly. She clenched her legs tightly, but it was futile. The wetness gathered, leaving her wondering if her panties had all but disintegrated.