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I blink, my vision blurred with tears. When Massimo’s face comes into view, I unlock his side of the door and lunge out of the car hurriedly.
I need to run before he catches onto everything that is wrong with me. He can not catch my weakness and use it against me.
My feet carry me away from him, as fast as I can. My lungs ache as I hold my breath for too long.
I am running through the woods, just to find a place to hide and get away from him. He shouldn’t touch me again.
He-
A fallen branch makes me trip and fall on my knees. Instantly, bile rises to my throat and I throw up. Tears run down my cheeks while I try to get back to my feet.
But I have no energy left. I am so tired of running and so far now. Maybe, Massimo won’t catch me and I will stay here until I can get back on my feet again.
“Ayla. “But his dreaded voice follows me, now sounding from in front of me.
His shiny shoes come into my view, knocking the breath out of my lungs again. I must look like a mad woman to him, running and throwing up in the middle of nowhere.
“Massimo.” I whisper, clenching my shaking hands into fists.
Slowly, I look up and find him crouching at a respectable distance. His brows furrow, his eyes staring at me intently.
“What was it?” He asks, his jaw clenched.
“Wh-What?” I stutter.
He stares into my eyes for a long moment, before he looks down and his jaw tightens some more.
He gets up, walks to my side, and crouches again. The moment his hands reach for my shoulders, I flinch, unconsciously slipping to my left.
A strange gleam flashes across his eyes when he notices my reluctance. It’s almost like he knows what’s wrong with me.
Massimo curls his hands into fists and pulls them back to his side as he questions, “Can you-get up and walk?”
My heart skips a beat as I nod reluctantly. The quiet of the dark forest threatens to pull me back to the horrible memories but he is there, in the dark, staring down at me.
His brown eyes appear a part of the night, scarier than the monsters that may lurk in the forest.
“Good. Let’s go home now.” He whispers.
Home? I just left my home.
“I won’t touch you like that again, if that’s what you are worried about.” His voice is still cold, but his eyes hold that strange gleam.
Something pushes me to trust him in that moment, as if a bond exists between us and I am not yet aware of it.
I nod, and get to my wobbly feet. The episode of that horror is over, and now, I can walk again for some time.
AYLA
I am not used to being in other’s houses or foreign places. Since the incident when I was kidnapped, Mom and Dad refused to let me go to any friend’s house except for Cassian and his pack.
Truth be told, I didn’t like going to anyone’s place either. I liked to meet others outside, in open areas, where they could not harm so easily. But I had always hoped, that Dad and Mom kept Cassian away too.
The fact that he was an exception makes me sick.
I shake my head, trying to forget about that ‘asshole’, and focus on the sitting area of Massimo’s house instead.
“When you said you would take me to your home, I expected a packhouse, not a secluded little house at the outskirts of your pack. “I scoff, my gaze running across the expensive interior.
Everything in this double-story house screams wealth and luxury-The grey and blue couches, the grey walls, the shining chandeliers. But there is no picture in sight and no touch of any warmth in this cold and empty place.
It feels like no one has resided here for years but the carefully maintained condition tells me that I am wrong.
Someone does live here. He is just someone who doesn’t like an ounce of warmth, or maybe, he just doesn’t get that from anyone.
“You are not my Luna or my pack member, why would I take you to my packhouse?” Massimo’s mocking voice comes from the corner.
I frown, directing my gaze at the man who has thrown his suit jacket on the couch while lounging in the middle of it. His head rolls back, his eyes closing as he takes some deep breaths.
My eyes run down the column of his throat and refuse to move away from that Adam’s Apple. He gulps, the sexy block moving up and down heavily.
I gulp, my cheeks heating at the sight. His top buttons have popped open because he took off his tie and is now holding it in his hand leisurely.
“You can take a picture if you want just in case you find yourself needy tonight. I don’t mind if you finger-fuck yourself while watching my face. ” He says, his voice deep and hoarse.
I snap out of the daze and blink at him. He did not just say that!
“Why would I do anything while staring at your face? I don’t even like it. “I blurt, but it sounds like a lie to me.
Massimo Rossi, even with all that wickedness, is like a Greek God. Everything about him is made to perfection, from that chiseled face, deep eyes, a small curve of his thick lips, and that body that makes him appear like a model.
But for some reason, I keep thinking like I know him, as if I have seen him somewhere, somehow from so close that his eyes give me a scare every time he looks at me.
“Why are you staring then, Kitten?” He rasps, keeping his eyes closed. “Why is your heart beating like a fucking drum? Not to mention that scent of arousal that I can pick from miles away.”
My frown deepens. I so hate these werewolf abilities.
“You married me for some twisted plan against my Dad, but you did marry me. How can you say I am not your Luna?” I huff, changing the topic to protect my sanity.
Taking small, hesitant steps, I approach the couch opposite him and sit down.
“Are you desperate to become my Luna?” He tilts his head, his eyes opening to meet my gaze.
My mouth dries under the intensity of his hooded eyes. “No?”
My heart is still pounding at the same speed, wild and uncontrolled. His raw and masculine scent of whiskey and woods makes me lightheaded as he shifts in his position and sits up straight.
“What is your plan?” I utter before he can say something weird again.
Surprisingly, Massimo gets up and saunters over to me. I crane my neck, keeping my eyes on his brown orbs stubbornly.
Just a step away, he halts, and suddenly, leans down. I yelp, my back pressing into the couch behind me.
Massimo places his hands on both sides of my head and searches my eyes for something. Memories threaten to resurface but as I stare into his eyes, I find myself rooted in the present with him.
His scent, the light sparks running up and down my body and the little butterflies in my stomach make me shiver under his gaze.