Lydia's POV

　　"Grace Cooper...pinch my arm. THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!" Grace lift her head up from the book, giving me an obnoxious stare!

　　"Jose Bailey invited ME on a DATE with HIM!"

　　"...Could you please stop yelling periodically, Lydia? It's just a date, girl. Calm the hell down. Besides, he's not such a hottie. He's just a captain of a Hockey team. Get your priorities straight, you infatuated, heart virgin!"

　　"Grace, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment to arise in my life! Actually, you're going to help me pick an outfit. Right now! Come, take me to your wardrobe!

　　The date is at 8:30...in five hours!"

　　I dragged Grace through the living room while she stared at me weirdly again! She'd never miss a beat to throw a nasty stare at me everytime I talk about Captain Jose Bailey! He's kind, he's alluring and he's such a good person! He saved me from a mishap. That makes him no less than a hero!

　　"Did you just fucking ignore my statement— oh god, I'll just get done with this shit." She cursed at me, but I was too deaf to hear the colorful words!

　　Four hours later, after I've chewed her brains out, I decided to charm myself with a dress I've borrowed from her.

　　"No, you've stolen it. I would never give this dress to anyone."

　　"Yes, but I insisted and you gave up on your desire to hide this from me on second try! You had to try harder, Grace."

　　"You know what? Fuck you! You looked so happy that I couldn't keep this dress to myself anymore, alright! Besides, it seems to suit you more than me. You better pay half of its price when you come back drunk— or you could pay in full, since you'll be blacked out of your mind after your date~"

　　"What nonsense, Grace!? I'm not a leightweight!"

　　"Yeah, sure. My lap still remembers the warmth of your vomit." I felt disgust creep in at the speed of light.

　　"I'm sorry!" Grace rolled her eyes at me, pushing me around until I faced the big mirror in the room. My eyes lit up like it was Christmas in summer~

　　"You look fantastic,"

　　Clad in a cunning black dress, stilettos with the vicious threads that surrounded my calves sexily, I admired my body in front of the mirror. I'm going in with an intention, and it shows.

　　My name is Lydia White, studying journalism from a formidable institute. My passion rose with my idol, I always wanted to be a Hockey journalist. It's a fantasy come true today, that I'm going on a date with Jose Bailey!

　　Going on a date for the first time ever can be nerve-wracking, I get it. But on my way to the bar, I couldn't stop tapping my legs to the floor at all! The Uber driver gave me a nasty glare, sped off as soon I gave him the fee and tipped him for keeping up with me. I didn't mind the hostility. At all.

　　Entering the crowded, smelly space, I looked around in hopes of bumping into Jose. That'll save time and I can use my charms to get to talk to him!

　　A bartender was stationed behind the counter, preparing drinks for customers and minding his own business. I caught his attention however.

　　"How may I help you?"

　　I get it. It's his job to be flirtatious and get money out of his customers at his shift. He's doing a commendable job. But my eyes are only wandering towards a special someone~

　　"Um...I'm Lydia, N-Nice to meet you. I'm looking for Hockey Captain Jose Bailey? He's a regular here apparently. Can you guide me to him?"

　　"Oh, Mr. Bailey! Well, I can. But it's a policy that you must handover your gadgets before going into VIP mode. And I - proud to say it - am the best safekeeping you'd ever bump into. Look how many people trust me!" He pulled out a tray, showing five mobiles and one smart watch. I looked around, calculating the number of heads being exponentially higher than the gadgets he's 'safekeeping'.

　　"Well. Alright!" Everything below, I was excited to meet Jose and nothing else mattered to me. Handing my phone to him, he smirked at me and instructed me to follow him.

　　Puzzled. Baffled.

　　Stunned.

　　All of these emotions burst like a bubble in me. The smell of alcohol, spirits and hookah greeted me to a separate VIP cabin. It wasn't particularly huge. Was the size of my room at maximum.

　　"There you go, escort." I was taken aback when the bartender assumed that! I'm not an escort!

　　Blinking it away, I tried to find Jose behind the smoke screen.

　　I coughed before attempting to call his name,

　　"Um...Jose Bailey? I'm Lydia White. W-We texted and you invited me for a date. I—"

　　"Ah~ Lydia, my dearest."

　　An unholy gasp left my lungs when I heard his voice! It was right next to me! I couldn't see his face as he blew a puff right onto me. It stung my eyes, but he laughed it off with me!

　　"What're you doing there standing? Join us!" He pulled me over, I almost fell onto his lap as we sat on the couches! Out of the blue, another dude held my thigh and whispered to Jose, "I told you she was THAT kind. Look how pretty she is."

　　I...foolishly took it as a compliment. Laughing that off as well, I tried to turn back to Jose and express my love for him as his biggest fan!

　　"Drink up, sweetheart. We have the whole night." He said, in the sweetest voice I've ever heard in a man! His convincing voice and an assuring arm around my shoulder encouraged me to try alcohol after a really long time. I liked it. I'm not going to lie. And just like that, I was lying there, wasted.

　　What the hell was I even thinking...?

　　I didn't expect this outcome on our date. At all. He's called me to a hotel, but instead, I'm here with his friends and at a Bar's VIP. What will Grace think of me?

　　"Oh god, I think I'm gonna get sick." Announcing, Jose walked away. I looked around, my eyes droopy and mind hazy. All of a sudden, his friends had started hoarding around me! Leaving the other beautiful, young girls of the escort club, they were all upon me!

　　"Hey...I think she's out. I'd love to lick her neck. It's so soft, so cute..." one man said. I furrowed my eyebrows but couldn't do much.

　　Another man tried to lift my head up and looked down at my cleavage, "Oh, I see you're perked up. Excited eh? I wanna flick and pinch them both so badly~"

　　"Me too, man. I bet 100$ that they're pink," The guys laughed at me, and all I could do was release sounds of discomfort throughout their vulgar conversation.

　　Then, the worst came up to me. A tall, brooding man stood in front of me. All of us were hardly sober. He held the hem of his pants, over the belt as he comfortably stood in front of my face,

　　"Well, there's only one way to find out. I bet she's gonna be too drunk to even feel shit, bro."

　　...I wanted to talk to Jose, my idol.

　　How did this even end up happening to me…?

Lydia's POV

　　I was feeling nauseous about the whole situation. My mind was spinning like a motor. My body isn't under my control anymore. The man standing in front of me held my jaw. And yet, another man advanced himself to wrap his arm around my waist!

　　Something just clicked to my senses. Call it the instinct of a woman, but at that moment, I felt like a genius when I pretended to throw up on their laps and feet! A collective sound of gags and ooh's allowed me to slip between the men and run to the nearest bathroom! I emptied all my stomach out, my teeth were sensitive after puking.

　　Having no energy to even get back up, I squatted like an Asian and contemplated life. I had my belongings with me, luckily. Except for the phone of course.

　　I could tell that the effect hasn't left my system yet. Moaning noises of discomfort and humming flew out of my throat for the next couple of minutes. It's the most terrible feeling I've ever felt in a while!

　　God...if you're really out there, I beg you to let me come back to normalcy. I promise to you with all my might that I'll never touch alcohol in my life, ever again! Just this once, please relieve me of this headache...

　　Wiping the tears from my face because of throwing up, I finally gained some energy and stumbled thrice while getting back onto my feet. These heels weren't helping, but I don't want to walk barefoot either. The floor looked dirty in the bathroom.

　　Clutching onto my purse and the last strand of my dignity, I made my way out of the bathroom. More like, I stumbled out of the bathroom like I was possessed by a demon!

　　"Oop— ah..." all instability in my body returned once again when I bumped into a man! Near the corridor connecting men and women washrooms, I bumped into the dude who looked like Jose. I tried to read his face, he watched me squinting my eyes as if I was blind.

　　The dim corridor lights, my intoxication and the terrible aftereffect of a colorful puke was the distortion in his face. I couldn't make out what he looked like! But I remember the height of Jose. He is just as tall. He is Jose, I can't be wrong. After all, I'm an admirer who can never go wrong with her idol's physique!

　　"Cap-Tain...?" A hiccup split the word into two. I blinked rapidly, dangling around to try and focus my blurry vision onto Jose but I failed miserably. Terribly even!

　　I checked my breath, it stinked like alcohol but not of puke. So I grinned and called him by his designation again~

　　"Oh, Captain—MMPH!"

　　He kissed me! JOSE WAS KISSING ME!

　　Without another looming thought, I gave in and flung myself right onto him! He tasted amazing. A tinge of citrus from his drinks and a touch of alcohol, I could taste it all in his mouth that was moving rapidly with mine!

　　He pushed me onto the lean wall, pressing my body against the smooth decolem texture, sandwiching me between his arms. He spoke nothing, and kissed me ferociously once again.

　　All this was leading up for me to believe that Jose Bailey genuinely needed a release. And not just a random girl to fuck, either. He chose...me.

　　I knew I was his luckiest fan when he invited me for the date! And now, I'm moving my hands all over his toned body. He was so moist and smooth, as if he had a shower just now! His hands worked on my body as well, lifting my dress and checking how much I desired him.

　　He pulled his fingers away. Any passerby was glared at, and before I could even say anything, Jose was dragging me over to the lift. Even there, we didn't mind another couple making out hot and neat at the other corner. It's a hotel with a bar. Privacy was the least of everyone's concerns around here.

　　The hotel rooms were just a floor above the restroom. His room was even closer than expected. Or is that my intoxication is blurring all lines of time and space?

　　The next moment I knew, my naked body was being surrounded warmly by this man. His huge arms were around me, his thickness stretched me inside out. His waist was snaked up by my legs wrapped weakly around them.

　　He looked so strong, smelled heavenly even. He was intoxicating me much worse than alcohol itself!

　　"Ah...ah!" I screamed, he was going faster than ever! I always knew Jose was a sweetheart to the ladies! The way his arms wrapped around my head and pulled me close to his face made butterflies erupt in my stomach. My perky chest was glued to his pecs, it felt so hot and bothersome at that moment when our friction only made me wetter by contact!

　　The room which he took me into, it was dark and had a masculine, red room touch. The iridescent lights above me shone bright against our skin. I was dazed and watched the shaky ceiling as he thrusted into me like there was no tomorrow. I never wanted this moment to end with him, either. It's the best experience of my life!

　　At the back of my mind, I was still wasted and couldn't think straight at all. Like cherry on top, I still couldn't see his handsome face!

　　As if a demon had taken over me, I ripped his face from my neck. He's given me countless itchy hickeys around my neck already. I held his face in my hands. His eyes...they were glowing purple. Must be the blue in his irises mixed with the scarlet light around us.

　　Clean shave...toned body...lips of an angel and dick of a Sex God.

　　Good Lord…this man feels like heaven.

Lydia's POV

　　My body. It feels like I'm on fire! I am so sore all over. As I blinked faintly, fluttering my eyelids open, the sunrays glared into my face harshly. My eyes took some time to adjust to the scene, and then, they traveled down. It was the man of my dreams, in the same bed with me.

　　But wait, wasn't he a little too wild with me last night? I shouldn't be feeling so sore, knowing how much of a gentleman he is in real life. Jose Bailey knows how to please a woman, I'd give him that. But...he didn't really give off as a type to go all out when a chance arises.

　　Besides, the power of his thrusts were so inhuman...I could still feel the quakes in my body! Ah, what a wonderful night~

　　Hey...that face isn't very familiar, but familiar enough. Seeds of confusion were planted in me as I rubbed my eyes out of slumber. No...it can't be...

　　I gulped heavily, plopping up on my elbows to get a better view of the man sleeping on his stomach. He was facing me, lost in slumber like he had the best night of his life!

　　A shaky breath of realization left my soul when I recollected the man's facial features.

　　...It wasn't Jose Bailey!

　　In fact, this man is my idol's top rival! This can't be true!

　　An unholy gasp was about to leave my mouth when I slapped my mouth shut! I can't allow this man to notice I'm gone. I feel really uncomfortable right now. Last night was a myth! I didn't sleep with Jose, but with his rival, LEVI DAVIS!

　　Oh Jose, please forgive me for what I've done to you! Don't you question my loyalty, I'd always be loyal to you, Jose Bailey!

　　Shaking the disgust out of my system, I slowly and softly descended the bed. The man was a heavy sleeper, I thanked the almighty for that. As soon as I got out of the bed, I tiptoed around to gather all my belongings. They were scattered all across the hotel room! How crazy were we last night!

　　Oh, wait! Don't think about it, Lydia! Just get out of here!

　　And I did just that. Within a minute, I threw my sexy dress and clutched my heels and purse in my hands skillfully. The way I barged out of the room would make anyone think I've just escaped death! And so, I quickly made my way downstairs. I needed to collect something important.

　　Looking at the watch I was wearing while rushing down the stairs, I realized it was way past ten! Grace must be worried for me. Especially when I promised her to come back home by midnight, safe and sound.

　　I am safe and sound, but my soul is crushed! I blame it on the alcohol!

　　But...I did meet Jose, he took me to the date even. Oh, I can't wait to get back home and yap Grace's ears out! What have I done!?

　　"Hello, excuse me. My phone, please."

　　"Ah, its you. I hope you had a good night—" snatching my device from the same bartender from last night, I growled in his face,

　　"No,"

　　I went straight back home, I felt so weak in my legs to even walk the corridor to my apartment door! Ding dong, and Grace opened the door with a spatula in her hand.

　　"Someone looks like they got lucky," She spoke in a monotonous tone, but I simply pushed her aside and crashed into the couch in our hall.

　　"You better tell me what happened last night, Lydia. Or I'll sear you like my breakfast."

　　My lower lip quivered dramatically, "Did you ever wish for a dream, but a nightmare kissed you and fucked you so good that you can't walk without looking like a newborn fawn?"

　　"Fucking hell, Lydia. Who's this 'nightmare' who turned you so poetic? It better not be Jose himself." Grace turned to me, a demonic smile on her face as the sizzling strips of bacon cooked behind her.

　　"You hit the nail, Grace. It wasn't Jose, I slept with Levi Davis! The captain of Jose's rival team, Ice Gladiators!"

　　Grace gave me her iconic scoffing chuckle, shoulders jumping as she was in disbelief, too! I walked around the apartment, explaining to her the details of my night as I remembered it. I changed into my pajamas, feeling comfortable but still nasty from the experience.

　　Minutes into our sizzling discussion, there was a loud noise which interrupted us. I raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly where this was coming from. Our apartment has paper thin walls. So thin that I could fart and my neighbor would complain to the society about inappropriate behavior.

　　"I'm gonna check it out. Once was fine, thrice is just disruption." Grace hummed at me. Walking my tired body up to the neighbor's front door, I knocked and rang the bell twice. No response. It's been a minute or a two, I couldn't stop tapping my feet to the ground, waiting!

　　And then, the door swung open by our not so quiet neighbor, "Excuse me, sir, could you not—"

　　And an unholy gasp left my mouth for the umpteenth time since last night! The man...

　　"YOU!" He shrugged his shoulders,

　　"Yes. Me." He answered nonchalantly.

　　"...Are you fucking following me, Levi Davis? If you are, just know that I'll expose your stalking behavior to the public and bring your reputation down in a click of my fingers." To emphasize, I clicked my fingers as he remained unfazed.

　　...Did he even comprehend what I've just said?

　　"I wasn't stalking you, I don't have the need to. Also, coincidence is a rational thing in this real world, if you didn't know." His unfazed nature fazes me! Scoffing at him, I breathed out heavily. I can't stand his nonchalance. His attitude repels me away.

　　Just as I was about to leave, however, I hear the words I've been so eagerly suppressing,

　　"Hey, uh...

　　Do you remember what happened last night?"

　　I...felt chills down my spine.

　　"I..."

Lydia's POV

　　My body froze in place. There was no way he would have remembered me from last night. Was he actually paying attention while...AHEM!

　　Turning back around, I tried to respond, "I..."

　　But wait,

　　What intentions does he have with me at the moment? It's almost too suspicious. Him moving right beside my shared apartment, trying to converse with me and holding me at the edge of a knife like this...

　　He has something in mind, doesn't he?

　　With a smug expression, I turned back around, arms folded across my chest. Tilting my head to the side, I squinted my eyes at him, "You don't want a repeat of last night, do you?"

　　I asked in the most condescending, apprehensive tone I could have ever fostered. But the shameless sportsman in front of me lowered his head to the ground. He didn't give me an immediate response.

　　That's when I panicked, hard!

　　"I- It's not gonna happen!" Summoning all anger and disgust from my soul, I sternly brushed him off and walked back to my apartment door, briskly! Closing the door with a noticeable thud, I walked over to sit beside Grace. She raised an eyebrow, questioning the nasty look I harbour on my face.

　　"How'd it go?" She inquired rather calmly,

　　"You won't believe who just came back to haunt me. He's right beside our apartment now." Somehow, Grace's eyes lit up like balls of fire glowing in the pits of her irises!

　　"It's your nightmare of a Captain,

　　Levi Davis!?"

　　I couldn't comprehend at that moment, as to why she was acting so unbothered about me! Doesn't she take my feelings into consideration!? I'm hurt!

　　"It's the rising, rocking star of the Hockey league, Lydia! Why the hell haven't you told me before!?"

　　"You know, I just kinda discovered that too—"

　　"Shut up! Just- come with me!"

　　"Wha— WHOA!" At that moment, I realized Grace was at least tenfold stronger than me! I couldn't even get another word out as she dragged me over to the corridor again! Levi Davis, I don't want to face him again after what just happened!

　　Grace was all fidgety as we waited for Levi to open the door. He opened it after a minute, yet again. This time, he dwindled his eyes over at us both as I stayed unenthusiastic, contrasting the fan of Ice Gladiators, who happened to be Grace.

　　"Oh my gosh, it is you! Congratulations on the big win! Um...um...we are really big fans of you, Captain Levi! Oh lord, it feels like a dream! May I please get your autograph!?" Grace spoke on behalf of me as well. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and squint them when Levi's gaze met with mine.

　　"Count me out. I'm a very big fan of Puck Predators, rather. Jose Bailey is the best captain in my eyes." I blurted out, Levi's and Grace's attention was on me now.

　　Well, I said what I said.

　　[THE NEXT DAY...]

　　Phew!~

　　So,

　　Today is the day I officially join the most reputed sports journal, Hockey Daily. It's a prestigious publishing house and a broadcast station, especially for Hockey.

　　Brushing out the creases on my new shirt and office trousers, I took a look at myself in the mirror. Light blue collared shirt, my ID hanging from my neck and dark blue office trousers. I looked corporate, executive.

　　Motivated and thrilled to join my dream job, I left the apartment to clock in.

　　As I reached the office, the editor-in-chief called me in with a gesture. His office was spectacularly tidy. Just what I'd expect from a guy like that.

　　"New girl, what's your name?"

　　"Um, Lydia White, sir."

　　"Call me chief. Also, you're assigned to accompany the senior editor to interview the team that won the last tournament." My eyes widened, and he seemed to have caught my disdain,

　　"...Do you know who won the last championship?"

　　"Ice...Gladiators, chief." I answered, just thinking about my nightmare and encountering it once again. Wait...what if he ends up accusing ME of stalking him now!?

　　Leaving the office, I joined with the senior reporter with some details in my file. I need to be professional about this. We shall be reaching the Ice Gladiators' training base in a few minutes by office commute.

　　I was following my boss, expecting a taunting gaze or such. It took me a while to realize what was going on, "Hello! You must be the senior reporter. I'm their manager, and there's a bummer."

　　"Oh boy, what is it?" My senior reporter asked the sports manager of Ice Gladiators, "Captain isn't here. He's a bit...unwell."

　　"Indeed...that's a bummer." The senior looked at me, his assistant for the day. At the back of my mind, I couldn't help but think how unprofessional the captain of a winning team was being. He must've been informed prior to the interview, right?

　　I'm definitely questioning his sportsmanship and off screen behavior right now. But somehow, we go through the day with bombastic replies from the thrilled winners of the hockey championship.

　　A huge sigh left my lips as I walked into my apartment. My sweet home~

　　However...there were these...sounds.

　　It was a male's deep voice of...moaning!

　　There was no one around me except for me, and the neighbor who called in sick, unwell for the day. Was this what he was doing!?

　　Atrocious! How dare he enjoy his time alone when there was an important interview to attend today! I'm sure he knows nothing except for playing Hockey and banging girls in the foreground!

　　My angry footsteps filled the corridor as I walked to his apartment door. Rather than my knuckles, I was tragically punching the poor door down. My rapping fists on the door wouldn't seize until the man revealed himself from within.

　　And the last thing I'd have expected for the evening...

　　*Click, click*

　　...was not the man in nothing but pajama pants covering the silken texture of his skin. His body...it was covered in sweat and looking greasy, uneasy. His eyes were bloodshot, but I must've imagined the color of irises, given I was observing a faint reflection, other than his silhouette.

　　"What...the...fu..."

Levi's POV

　　Ha...ha...ha...

　　I can't take this anymore. It's too much.

　　Way too much that even I can't handle.

　　Today, I had to attend an interview organised by the Hockey Daily. It was a big day for me. But the bummer had hit me like a truck when I suddenly woke up feeling excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. I'd almost faint with breathlessness if it wasn't for my instinct to take my top off, walk to the open space of my hall and lay there on the couch.

　　The sun was setting, and I haven't moved from my place for hours. Trying to control my breathing, the ache in my body, everything.

　　Everytime I remember about it, about her, it gets worse.

　　'Then why don't you find her and ask her to relieve our pain, Levi!?'

　　The voice inside my head argued for the umpteenth time. You see, I am a werewolf, born in the Silverpine pack, deep in the woods. My wolf's name is Lincoln. He's a very adamant wolf,

　　'Adamant, my ass! Levi, you're hurting me too. Just find her and we will have a good time with her! She's all that we need!'

　　'There's no chance I'd sleep with her again. I would do any other woman in my mating season, but not her.' Lincoln growled at me in my head. I simply closed my eyes and tried so hard not to think about...her. Lincoln, on the other hand, wasn't helping much. That's because he's forcing her memories back into my head to get some sort of relief!

　　'Lydia...is our mate. She is born for us. We are born for her sake. To protect her and provide for her. Why are you rejecting the Moon Goddess's arrangement so desperately? I don't understand you, Levi. Even though we've been one body and mind since forever.' Lincoln lectured me as I rolled my eyes behind my eyelids.

　　'You don't have to tell me what to do, Lincoln. I've already told you. I want to find love, experience love in my own way. The Moon Goddess knows nothing about me. I know everything about us, and I know we will...find someone who can love us indefinitely.'

　　'Lydia will love us indefinitely too!' Lincoln argued,

　　'No. Not when she doesn't even choose me as a worthy captain of her liking. She chooses to admire my rival, instead. And she's upfront about it. There's no way I'd fall in love with a woman who claims to admire my rival more than me.'

　　Lincoln fell quiet after what I've said. Even after that, he wouldn't stop yearning for Lydia at all! He's been moaning in pain with me, in my head however. His sounds were making me feel guilty, but at the same time, I shall stick to my words.

　　I don't have to oblige to the pairings made my the Moon Goddess. That kind of obligation only works on werewolves with no other choice. In a secluded area where you know each and everyone like they are your own siblings and family, its hard to find someone out of the circle. But I'm free here. I can do whatever I want. The need to find love is as strong as a desire for me.

　　I wouldn't let Lincoln snatch this opportunity from my hands. I know what I want, and I'd definitely work towards it, despite the odds.

　　'Levi, don't get mad.

　　But what you're thinking is very wrong. Lydia is made for us, and I have my rights to execute, too. You're not the only one using this body.'

　　That was it. That was my last straw.

　　'Lincoln, I—' right before I was about to blast out on Lincoln wordlessly, there was that signature knock on the door.

　　My eyes widened significantly,

　　My pupils were dark before talking to Lincoln, however, the parts of my eyes glow a menacing red whilst I'm involved in a conversation with my wolf. It's something that we have become accustomed to.

　　Out of the blue, the air shifts in scent as I am forced to take a deep breath in. I looked over at the door, the knocking wouldn't fucking stop. What's her problem?

　　Well, I could tell it was HER.

　　The small gap between the door and the floor allowed a whiff of her scent to pass down into the hall. My heightened sensory intake at that time couldn't help but follow my instinct.

　　Now that I'm in my mating season...it's especially hard to ignore the sweetness of her scent.

　　Suddenly, the glimpses of that night with her flashed in front of my eyes. How her sweet scent was spread all over the room. How her body bounced with each of my thrusts. How her neck has been marked like there were a couple of vampires feeding on her body.

　　Especially her perky chest. Both of the mounds, the bosoms which had my attention all the time. So soft, so tender...

　　Wait. Wait!

　　What the hell is up with me!?

　　'Lincoln...stop that shit.' I warned Lincoln, my frustration rising with the loud rapping on the door and with Lincoln fueling my imagination.

　　'Trust me when I say this, but it wasn't me. It's you. You're remembering it by yourself.'

　　I knew Lincoln wouldn't lie to me.

　　...I was imagining Lydia below me while I'm in rut? Out of all other women...her?

　　Why am I attracted to her even though I've made up my mind to never seek a mate bond from her?

　　This is extremely frustrating.

　　Growling under my breath, I decided to open the door. I'd growl in her face, if she comes up with any of her stupid statements again. She's such a bad neighbor and human. She ticks me off, hitting the nail each time!

　　Her favorite is Jose, right?

　　So be it!

　　I'd never accept her anyway.

　　As I forced my body up from the couch, I dreaded walking on the cold floor barefooted. I closed my eyes, regretting heavily.

　　Just as I was about to twist the doorknob open...