The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me 1 Summary
In the first chapter of “The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me,” Elle experiences a whirlwind of emotions as she prepares for a significant moment in her relationship with her boyfriend, Jason. Excitement and nervousness fill her as she anticipates spending the night with him for the first time during the lively Moonshade Bay Full Moon Festival. The atmosphere is charged with a mix of humans and werewolves, reflecting a rare moment of unity amidst the usual segregation. Elle feels a rush of courage from the champagne she drank, believing that tonight will be perfect as she has meticulously planned every detail.
However, the night takes an unexpected turn when Elle, in a hazy state, is approached by a stranger instead of Jason. The encounter quickly escalates into an intense and primal experience, filled with a blend of pain and pleasure, as she loses herself in the moment. Just as she begins to feel satisfaction and fulfillment, the reality of the situation crashes down when the stranger reveals he is not Jason, but a werewolf who mistakenly entered her room. Panic sets in as Elle realizes she has just lost her virginity to someone she doesn’t know, shattering her expectations of a special night with her boyfriend.
The confusion and shock are palpable as Elle grapples with the enormity of her mistake. The werewolf, initially frustrated, becomes a source of bewilderment for her as she processes the implications of their encounter. The revelation that she was on the werewolf floor of the hotel adds to her distress, and she feels the weight of her actions as tears stream down her face. The situation leaves her feeling trapped and heartbroken, realizing that her relationship with Jason is now irrevocably altered.
As the chapter concludes, Elle is left in a state of despair, wishing to disappear from the reality she now faces. The emotional turmoil she experiences sets the stage for the complexities of love, identity, and the unforeseen consequences of a single night. The encounter not only disrupts her relationship with Jason but also introduces her to a world she never anticipated, leaving her feeling lost and uncertain about the future.
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**TITLE: The Billionaire Who Claimed My Heart and Who Broke Fate for Me**
**Chapter 1**
**Elle’s POV**
I could hardly wrap my mind around the fact that tonight, I was going to sleep with my boyfriend for the very first time.
As I stumbled into my hotel room, the exhilarating buzz of champagne coursed through my veins, making everything feel a little surreal. The annual Moonshade Bay Full Moon Festival was buzzing with life just a few floors below me, and I had indulged far more than I had intended—this was my liquid courage for the monumental step I was about to take.
The hotel was a whirlwind of excitement tonight. Humans and werewolves intertwined in a rare display of unity, as the usual segregation rules were temporarily lifted for this one magical night. I had managed to secure one of the few available rooms amidst the chaos.
“Room 716, human section,” the frazzled human receptionist had informed me, handing over the key card with a weary smile. She looked utterly overwhelmed by the festival’s pandemonium, and I felt a pang of sympathy for her.
Stepping into the room, I was greeted by an unusual scent—rich and spicy, swirling around me, making my head spin even more. The decor was opulent, far exceeding my expectations for the price I had paid. Maybe tonight was going to be my lucky night, I mused, feeling a giddy thrill.
I quickly texted Jason my room number, my heart fluttering with anticipation. After two years of dating, I was finally ready to cross that intimate line before he left Moonshade Bay for his new job tomorrow. I had gone all out—purchasing special lingerie, meticulously planning every detail. This was going to be perfect.
Once I felt adequately prepared, I lay back on the bed, the soft sheets cradling me as I waited. However, the champagne and the intoxicating scent in the air began to cloud my senses. I left the door slightly ajar, hoping Jason would come in soon.
I must have drifted off, because the next moment, I felt the bed shift under the weight of another body. The room had become completely dark, with only the silvery light of the full moon spilling in through the window.
Suddenly, his hands were on me—urgent, demanding—and my body reacted instinctively, a wave of heat rushing through me that was both thrilling and bewildering. His skin felt like molten fire against mine, a stark contrast to Jason’s usual cool touch. In my hazy state, I attributed this unfamiliar heat to the alcohol and the wild anticipation that had built up throughout the evening.
I felt the unmistakable hardness pressing against my thighs, and a jolt of fear mixed with desire shot through me. He didn’t hesitate; he shed the last barrier between us and positioned himself with a primal intensity.
My eyes widened in the darkness as I caught a fleeting glimpse of his impressive physique. Before I could fully process what was happening, he thrust into me. A sharp pain seared through my untouched walls, and I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle any cries that threatened to escape. My nails dug into his broad, rippling back as he stretched me open, relentless and demanding.
His hips moved with a brutal force, each deep thrust splitting me apart, my body trembling in a chaotic blend of pain and an unfamiliar, escalating heat. The bed creaked beneath us, my breasts bouncing with every powerful thrust, my nipples grazing against his sweat-slicked chest. The room filled with slick, wet sounds as I became hotter, wetter, despite the ache of this being my first time.
His pace quickened, muscles tightening like steel beneath my hands. With one final, shuddering thrust, he came, filling me with a warmth that sent shockwaves through my body.
I gasped, my body instinctively clenching in response, a hazy rush of sensations washing over me as he collapsed, his heavy, sweat-drenched frame pressing me down, an arm sliding possessively around my waist.
Breathless, I gasped for air, my heart racing as I tried to collect my thoughts in the dimness of the hotel room. The sheets felt luxuriously soft against my bare skin, and the arm wrapped around me was warm—no, it was more than warm; it was searing hot.
A smile crept across my face in the darkness, a wave of satisfaction washing over me as I tried to calm my racing heart. I had finally done it. I had crossed that line and given myself completely. The experience had been more intense than I had anticipated—almost primal—but perhaps that was what true passion was meant to feel like.
“That was amazing, Jason,” I managed to whisper, despite the lingering pain from my first experience.
But in an instant, the body beside me went rigid. In one swift motion, he pulled away from me.
“Who the fuck is Jason?” a deep, unfamiliar voice demanded, cold and sharp, slicing through the haze of my post-encounter bliss.
My blood turned to ice at his words. That voice was definitely not Jason’s.
Panic surged through me as I scrambled away, my heart hammering against my ribs while I fumbled for the bedside lamp. My fingers finally found the switch, and harsh light flooded the room.
Oh God.
Sitting across the bed was a man I had never seen before—and he was undeniably the most strikingly handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. His raven-black hair framed a chiseled face, and his amber eyes glowed with an intensity that made my breath hitch. His physique was sculpted like marble, and a small scar cut through his left eyebrow, adding to his rugged allure. Confusion and fury danced across his features.
“Who are you?” I shrieked, clutching the sheets to my chest in a futile attempt to shield myself. “Where’s Jason?”
His eyes narrowed dangerously, assessing me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. “This is room 716. I followed a scent here—your door was open.” His nostrils flared slightly as he inhaled deeply. “The real question is, who are you, and why does your scent…” He abruptly stopped, shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts.
Reality crashed down around me like a tidal wave. This wasn’t Jason. I had just slept with a complete stranger.
“I… this is my room. Room 716,” I stammered, my voice trembling uncontrollably. “I was waiting for my boyfriend, Jason.”
The man’s expression shifted from anger to bewilderment. “This is the werewolf floor. Room 716 on the werewolf floor.” His gaze raked over me, a dawning realization lighting up his features. “You’re human.”
“Of course I’m human!” I snapped, then processed his words. “Wait—werewolf floor? They gave me a room on the werewolf floor?”
He ran a hand through his dark hair, looking surprisingly disoriented for someone so intimidating. “The full moon festival. The damn hotel is completely disorganized with this mixed accommodation policy.” His gaze sharpened as he scrutinized me. “You truly had no idea who just came into your room, did you?”
“No! I thought… I thought you were Jason.” My voice broke on his name, the weight of the moment crashing down on me.
The werewolf’s jaw tightened, frustration flickering in his amber eyes. “I smelled your scent… I thought…”
He shook his head again, as if trying to dispel the confusion. “Forget what I thought. The moon and the whiskey. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
The implications hit me like a freight train. I had just lost my virginity to a complete stranger—a werewolf stranger—on what was supposed to be the most special night of my relationship.
“Oh God,” I whispered, sinking to the floor, my clothes clutched against my chest. “Oh God, oh God.”
Tears burned behind my eyes as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of my mistake. How could the hotel have made such a blunder? Jason was going to hate me. I was going to hate myself.
The werewolf was watching me, his amber eyes inscrutable. For a fleeting moment, something resembling concern flickered across his face, but it was quickly replaced by his cold demeanor.
“Get dressed,” he said flatly. “I’ll sort this out.”
I felt paralyzed, unable to move, unable to breathe. I curled into myself against the wall, silent tears streaming down my face as I wished to disappear, to wake up from this nightmare.
But there would be no waking up. This was my reality now, and nothing would ever be the same again.
This is so messed up!
Conclusion
As the weight of the night settled heavily on Elle’s shoulders, she was engulfed by a whirlwind of emotions—shame, confusion, and an overwhelming sense of betrayal. The intoxicating thrill of her first intimate encounter had quickly morphed into a nightmare, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. The realization that she had shared such a pivotal moment with a stranger, under the false pretense of love, shattered her heart into a million pieces. The excitement that had once danced in her veins was replaced by an icy dread as she faced the consequences of a decision made in the haze of anticipation and alcohol. She had longed for a night of passion with Jason, only to find herself tangled in a web of misunderstanding and despair.
Yet, amid the chaos, a flicker of resilience began to ignite within her. As she sat on the cold floor, tears streaming down her cheeks, Elle understood that this moment, though painful, was not the end of her story. Life had thrown her an unexpected curveball, but she could choose to rise from the ashes of this betrayal. With determination brewing in her heart, she resolved to confront Jason, to seek clarity, and to reclaim her narrative. The path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but Elle knew that she would emerge stronger, wiser, and ready to face whatever fate had in store for her. The festival may have blurred the lines of her reality, but it could not extinguish the fire of her spirit.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
In the upcoming chapter, the tension between Elle and the mysterious werewolf will escalate as she grapples with the shocking realization of her mistake. With emotions running high, Elle will be forced to confront not only the consequences of her actions but also the enigmatic allure of the man she never intended to be with. As she navigates her feelings of betrayal and confusion, the dynamics of her relationship with Jason will come into sharp focus, leaving her questioning everything she thought she knew about love and loyalty.
Meanwhile, the werewolf’s true intentions will begin to unfold, revealing layers of complexity beneath his rugged exterior. Will he be the villain in Elle’s story, or is there more to him than meets the eye? As the full moon casts its enchanting glow over Moonshade Bay, secrets will be unveiled, and unexpected alliances may form. Elle will have to decide whether to embrace her newfound reality or fight to reclaim her past, setting the stage for a thrilling journey of self-discovery and passion that could shatter the boundaries of fate itself. Prepare for twists and turns that will leave you breathless and yearning for more!
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
