Chapter 3

I couldn't help but swallow, suppressing the rising heat within me, wanting to shift positions.

A low, muffled groan suddenly escaped from above me, instantly making my ears burn.

"Sorry..."

I cleared my throat, glancing back at Diana; she was fast asleep.

When I looked up, I saw Zephyr's face was flushed. He shook his head. "It's fine. The train's just bumpy. I'll move further in."

He shifted his body, and that hot, hard object beneath him brushed against my inner thigh, almost imperceptibly.

My mouth was dry as I turned over, a wave of warmth rushing through my core.

The sheer size and dominant presence of an Alpha... I dared not dwell on it.

I couldn't help but clamp my legs together, taking a deep breath to compose myself.

Just as I created a little distance from Zephyr, the train entered a tunnel, bringing another bout of jostling.

I swayed, losing control and sliding into his arms.

The next second, I felt my hips fully embraced by him, and I instinctively shifted my waist.

Oh my god—

I was wearing a short skirt, and the hem had ridden up to my waist.

His hand, I don't know when, had clasped my waist, and his breathing grew heavy and hot, as if he was desperately trying to restrain himself.

Another jolt, and I crashed completely into his embrace, letting out a stifled moan.

Thankfully, the train horn suddenly blared—

I turned my head, my face flushed, meeting Zephyr's deep, dark eyes.

He licked his lips, his gaze predatory, like he was locking onto his prey.

"This train... it's so shaky," my voice trembled.

I frantically shifted toward Diana, pretending not to feel the burning heat pressing against my lower back.

My entire body was already slick with sweat.

The air was thick with his Alpha scent, making my heat symptoms even more intense.

I bit my lower lip, forcing my eyes shut.

What do I do? I can’t hold it in anymore…

I want him badly…