Please, Kiss Me, Sir!

I jolted and immediately pulled my face back, but he didn't let go of my waist. I looked up, breathless, my heart pounding not from the alcohol anymore.

The man was incredibly tall. His body was perfectly built, feeling solid and muscular beneath my hands. His face was almost flawless, with a strong jaw and prominent cheekbones.

His eyes were like molten gold. They stared at me intently, without blinking. A powerful aura of dominance radiated from him, something so foreign yet strangely familiar to my instincts.

But what surprised me the most was his scent. A crisp, incredibly masculine scent. It wasn't just cologne; it was like a unique signature aroma that suddenly awakened a primal longing deep within me.

"Careful," his deep, rumbling voice sounded right above my head, vibrating through my chest.

"I'm sorry," I said hoarsely. I tried to pull away, embarrassed by the accidental kiss, but his grip on my waist actually tightened slightly.

"My apologies," he replied, his voice husky. "I didn't see you."

"It's fine," I whispered. I couldn't look away from his golden eyes. There was an invisible tether making it hard to breathe.

The man tilted his head slightly, his gaze dropping to my lips for a moment before returning to my eyes. His expression turned more serious. He leaned in, bringing his face closer to the crook of my neck.

"What scent is this?" he asked in a low whisper. He wasn't asking about his scent but about mine.

My cheeks burned. "I... I don't know," I answered truthfully, my throat tight.

He didn't release me. He kept staring as if reading my very soul. My drunkenness vanished instantly, replaced by a sharp awareness.

This man was different. The strength, the scent, that gaze—he was no ordinary human.

Could he be one of them? An Alpha from another pack, blending in among humans like me?

"Your scent is very unique," he murmured again, his finger tracing a slow circle on my waist, sending a wave of heat that made me almost want to pull him back for a real kiss.

"I have to go," I said hurriedly, trying to regain control before I did something embarrassing.

He took a step back, releasing his hold, but his eyes remained locked on mine.

"Wait," he called out just as I had taken two steps.

I turned around.

"What's your name?"

"Rose," I answered curtly.

A faint smile touched his lips. This time, it seemed more predatory, yet utterly captivating.

"Rose," he repeated, as if tasting the name. "I hope we meet again."

I didn't reply. I just gave a quick nod and hurried off towards the restroom, my heart still racing wildly.

Behind the locked bathroom door, I leaned back and tried to catch my breath. My heart was pounding in a way I'd never felt before. I touched my lips, which still felt warm.

"Who was that man? He was so different," I whispered to my disheveled reflection in the mirror.

***

After a grueling few days, I finally managed to contact and cancel all the catering orders and the decorator and return the wedding dress via express courier.

The process was exhausting and humiliating. I had to hold back tears while explaining to the wedding planner that the wedding was off.

My phone rang incessantly with calls from relatives wondering what was happening. It seemed David hadn't told them our wedding was canceled. But I didn't have the energy to explain it all. For now, I just needed time to breathe.

I had just taken a sip of my coffee when the apartment buzzer rang.

"Who could be disturbing my peace now?" I finally got up and went to open the door.

It turned out to be a courier delivering a thick, elegantly cream-colored envelope.

I took it without suspicion. The envelope felt heavy, the paper was high-quality, and in the corner, a familiar monogram was embossed: D & S.

My hands instantly turned cold.

My heart began to race erratically. A disgusting mix of fear and curiosity washed over me. I tore the envelope open, hoping it was just an apology letter from David or maybe a refund.

Inside was a luxurious folded card, tied with a thin silk ribbon. I opened it.

Inside, in beautiful calligraphy, it read:

With boundless joy, we invite you to witness the union of our love.

David Alexander & Sarah Eleanor

January 30, 2026.

Grand Ballroom, The Sterling.

I fell silent.

That date... was supposed to be our wedding date!

They were truly mocking me. This wasn't just a wedding invitation; it was a personal taunt.

Tears I thought had dried up threatened to spill, but I quickly blinked them away. I wouldn't cry for them.

I stared at the card again. Taking a deep breath, I clenched my jaw. My mind worked furiously, piecing together a plan.

I would go with my head held high, and I would be the most beautiful woman in that room, outshining the bride herself. You're wrong if you think I'll be broken.

I'll make their wedding celebration truly memorable with a little surprise.

***