The Alpha and The Enforcer [TATE] (STILL EDITING)

Ellie's P.O.V

The kiss was soft—softer than I ever expected from someone like Jacob. It was warm, grounding, and strangely... familiar. I never thought I'd kiss someone again, let alone the soon-to-be Alpha of the pack. And definitely not him. I'd braced myself for revulsion, for that old familiar nausea that always crept in when someone got too close. I expected to push him away, wipe my lips, and remind us both that this could never happen again.

But none of that came.

Instead, my chest felt still. Not light, not heavy—just... quiet. Calm. I wasn't disgusted. I wasn't sick. I wasn't even angry. I felt... something dangerously close to peace.

That scared me more than anything else.

Then his hand moved—slowly—down to my waist. I felt the pressure of his fingers tighten, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind me that this was real. His claws grazed my skin, not sharp, not painful. Just present. His mouth moved against mine with more urgency now, his tongue tracing the curve of my bottom lip, asking for permission. I didn't give it.

He growled softly, and my heart stuttered. I tried to stifle the sound that rose in my throat—a shaky, traitorous moan—but it slipped out anyway. And then he smiled against my mouth. The bastard smiled.

That's when the alarms started going off in my head.

"What are you doing, Ellie?
He's an Alpha. Just like Lucas.
Just like the one who rejected you and shattered every piece of your soul.
You swore you'd never go through that again."

Jacob is power. Influence. Expectations. And you? You're the girl everyone whispered about after the rejection. The broken one. The weak link.

This is a mistake.

"You think this ends with a happily ever after? With a second chance? Don't be stupid."

"He has a duty. A pack to lead. A Luna to someday claim. And that is not you. No matter how good this kiss feels, no matter how safe he makes you feel right now—it's temporary. Just a passing moment in a storm you barely survived the first time."

"And worse... if he rejects you too?"

"You won't survive that again".

Suddenly, the heat of his touch burned instead of soothed. The reality came crashing in like a tidal wave. I was kissing someone I shouldn't. Someone who could ruin me all over again.

He's an Alpha.

I shoved against his chest before I could talk myself out of it. Harder than I meant to. He stumbled, caught off guard, and landed flat on his back. I didn't even look—I knew. I just took a few steps back, breathing hard, running a hand through my hair.

What the hell did I just do?

I heard him rise behind me, his breath uneven. Still, I kept my back to him, afraid he'd say something I wasn't ready to hear. That maybe he felt something, or worse—that he didn't.

"What is it?" he asked gently.

I ran a shaky hand through my hair again, but it fell back in my face. "Ellie," he said again, a little more urgently.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, turning slowly to face him. "About... what just happened."

I had nothing to apologize for. He kissed me. And we were both adults. But I had to say something, had to find a way to put this fire out before it consumed everything.

He looked at me, confused, brows drawn together. "Ellie, it's—"

"Not okay," I cut him off quickly. "It's not okay, Jacob. It was a mistake. It won't happen again."