Ethan Rider
I had thought it was a burglar at first, but when she retrieved the shawl from her hair I recognized it immediately.
What the hell was she thinking, trying to jump off the window at this time of the night?
She was probably drunk; was the thought I harbored in my mind when I reached forth my hand to stop her. But the pair of frantic eyes staring back at me was nothing close to drunkenness.
Annoyance sipping into me at the unnecessary chaotic disorder her crazy action had sparked in me, I yanked her off the window.
She gasped, managing to shield her weight with a guide. Unfortunately, her elbow got on the hard floor and left a whimper off her lips.
I regretted my action immediately. I didn't mean to hurt her. Just what in the hell was she about to do just now?
I bent to her level. Like a repelling force of magnetic opposition, she swatted over with the hurting elbow in her palm. I didn't derive pleasure from her constant refuting, but I wouldn't say it disturbed me either.
"What plans do you hold in that little head of yours?" I peered into her eyes, ignoring the gentle massage she laced on the victimized elbow.
If she had something to say, she chose to swallow it. Taking in her bottom lips while her gaze strictly lingered on the floor.
One feature I learned about her; she was terrible at hiding her feelings. Certainly, she recognized me as the scum from the strip club last night. Only I wasn't completely sure what she actually thought of me, my rash action.
"Didn't you get a room to yourself?'' I asked again, watching the interesting little creature doing something like a meditation. Was she being serious right now?
"Just tell me what you want from me. There's no point stretching it so much.'' She finally spoke, the least time I expected.
My brows sprang up, amused by her sudden comeback. Not just her words but the sudden boldness she managed to muster, staring back into my eyes.
"Interesting.'' I stood, reaching out a hand to her. Even though my guts knew she wouldn't take it, I chose to dwell on the sparkles of hope in my head that she could oppose my guts once again.
Well, she sorted assistance from the wall instead.
"If you're trying to play some games with me, I'd advise you to quit now. I'm not one to fool with.'' If this was meant to be a threat, then I failed to realize it.
''Excuse you?''
"I'm saying, I don't know why you chose me of all the other sisters to serve you. But whatever you may have in your head, it might be a lot better for everyone if you just spill it already.'' She blabbed, her voice nothing close to her features.
I stepped forward. She was going to back away from me as usual, but the wall stood as an indispensable hindrance this time, trapping her in my ravage. I moved an inch away from her, my breath unrequitedly fanning her face since she chose to stick up hers.
Unlike the last time, I had her this close under my possession, though the lights were dim as it was that time of the night, I could clearly make out her features after hours of watching her during the ceremony.
Her pretty brown eyes. Though they avoided my gaze like a plague of death, unlike what they looked like in the janitor's closet last night. Her full rosy red lips which I wouldn't consider twice to seal in a tight kiss.
I fought to not trace my thumb on it.
Leaning into her ear, I whispered. "What do you imply that I seem to have going on in my head?''
I didn't mind playing her silly little games with her, kudos to her adorable features.
"I-I don't–know.'' She blurted out. Her pulse thrashing against my ears as she struggled to withstand the effect of our propinquity.
Was this how much she desired a man, yet she managed to stay prudish with the number of lecherous men that ogled her at the club?
I pulled away, and she flinched with a soft gasp at the sudden motion.
"Come with me, I'll show you to a room,'' I said, turning towards the stairs.
"I can't come with you.'' She called out, bringing me to a halt. "I'm not the right maiden for this role, I cannot be your Luna.'' She continued, getting more confident with every statement.
I turned back to her.
"I don't know if…probably you got…blinded by my physical features. But trust me, there is a lot more to consider that you failed to see."
''Tell me about it then.'' I folded my arms on my chest, watching the interesting little creature. She fondled her fingers, faltering now that my gaze returned to rest on her.
"First. I heard you suffer from a curse.'' She tried to be careful with her words here. "If you must cure yourself of it, don't you think you need a strong Luna by your side?''
''Your point?''
"I don't even have a wolf. I have no family support either. As you must have observed today, I'm the black sheep of the family. You definitely won't like to associate yourself with me.'' She said,
I could read from her confidence, how much trust she had in her points. Her strong conviction to leave my sight forever and her unwavering willingness to fight for it.
I disliked it. I loathed the thought that she didn't wish to be with me. Maybe it was my insecurities working against judgment since my curse plagued so many aspects of my qualities.
"So are you saying I made a mistake, choosing you?'' I growled lowly.
''Exactly.'' She mumbled, her gaze dropping to her fingers nervously.
''How about I dispose of you completely by exposing your atrocious activities to the whole pack,'' I smirked, finding
pleasure in the paleness that masked her face as she snapped her head up.