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Cassian huffs, “Aunt Calista-“
“Get out, Cass. You do not get to call my son a stray and get to stand in his pack. Get out and learn some manners before returning. ” Aunt Calista replies before he can seek her help.
The guilt in my heart intensifies, my own words haunting me. But soon after, Cassian’s words take the lead.
As I go back home, where I left that troublesome girl, my mind keeps drifting off to the way she reacted to my touch. She was scared and disgusted. Was she really fucking Cassian and doesn’t want anyone beside him?
MASSIMO
Just as I enter my place, my cell phone starts ringing. I roll my eyes, already guessing who it is.
“What?” I pick up the call and press the phone to my ear while walking towards the stairs to get to Ayla.
The little Kitten is punished enough. She should go to her room and sleep now.
“What did I just hear? I thought you were joking when you said you wanted to marry that Alvarez girl! ” Dante’s dramatic voice spreads in the silence.
“Cut the crap. You knew I was serious. “I roll my eyes again as I get closer to my room.
He sighs on the other end, beating his craziness down a notch. ” I didn’t expect her to be Cassian’s fiance. He is kicking a fuss. Everyone knows about it and thinks you stole his woman.
“My lips quirk into a smirk.” Let the wussy cry all he wants.
“The girl seemed innocent, Massimo. Don’t use her to take revenge. Women and children shouldn’t be brought into men’s mess. “After a pause, Dante says.
My feet halt outside the door of my room, my gaze lifting to the bathroom in the distance.
Innocent and Ayla Alvarez?
She is anything but that.
Stay the fuck out of my business. “I hiss, losing control for a moment.
“Cool down, bro! I am just saying, if you use her to take revenge for whatever the fuck it is that Alvarez did, you will regret it.” He huffs.
I purse, and hang up without saying a word more. Regrets always exist. With or without revenge, I am bound to live with those regrets.
If it’s like that, then I should make the best of my anger and get the sick satisfaction of destroying everything before regretting it.
I throw my phone on my bed and stroll to the bathroom. Her faint scent spreads around me, tinged with a hint of dread.
A little fear won’t kill her but teach her that she shouldn’t spew nonsense when she is around me.
I turn on the lights and face her. Surprise crosses my face as I find her head hung low, and her lips mumbling some incoherent words.
Her body is trembling violently under the cold water which seems like an exaggeration. Wolves don’t feel the cold like humans do.
Then why does she look like she is on the verge of death, cold and pale?
Something inside my chest clenches at the sight of her drenched and shivering body. At best, I thought she would curse me out, get scared in the darkness, feel a little chill, and be okay later.
My feet carry me to her. I crouch in front of her, my hands working on removing the handcuffs.
“Ayla. ” I call out, my gaze lifting to the burns on her wrist, blood coating her wounded skin.
My hands pause in the air, as the handcuffs drop and her arm goes limp by her side.
“You are overreacting.” I sigh, curling my hands and pulling them to my side. “The wound will heal in no time, and you can not possibly feel this cold. You are an Alpha’s daughter. Besides, didn’t you want to prove how brave you are? How can you be scared of a little dark?”
Rising to my feet, I stare at her lowered head, her wet hair clinging to her cheeks as she keeps her eyes down, looking at the tiled floor blankly.
“Get up and go to your room. “I tell her before turning and walking towards the door.
Even after reaching there, I hear no movements from her side. My brows furrow, anger rising.
“Stop putting on the- – – “
I turn and find her in the same position. My words die on my tongue. A strange emotion flickers across my eyes, and I am drawn back to her.
I crouch down again. My fingers unconsciously reach her cheeks and push her drenched hair aside to reveal her face. The coldness of her skin bites into my fingertips, startling me.
I notice how blue her lips are, and then the burns on her wrist that never heal.
Why is she not healing?
Why is she so cold?
Her lips continue to quiver, mumbling words under her breath. I lean in to hear what she is saying, my mind going numb.
“M- – -Mommy. Daddy. I- – -I am so scared. They will- – -They will hurt me. I am so scared. ‘
They will hurt me.
I am so scared.
She repeats the words as if she is stuck in some memory, unable to break free.
Frozen, I stay there, listening to her soft pleas that barely reach my ears. A cold sensation runs down my back, leaving me holding my breath.
This is not Ayla Alvarez.
Alexander’s daughter can not be scared of the dark, beg for Mommy and Daddy like a terrified child, or be so vulnerable. The blood in her veins makes her cruel, cold-blooded, a liar.
I draw my head back, my eyes landing on her face. Her eyes have lost their brightness, and focus, going dull as if she is dead.
“I am so scared.” She whispers.
I grab her cheeks and pull her head up. “I am here. What are you scared of?”
“I- – – ” Her blank stare meets my eyes before she goes silent.
I wait for her to react, to give me any expressions. But she just stares at me, as if she can’t even see me.
Her silence resonates somewhere deep inside me, reminding me of the time when I couldn’t speak either. It was as if I had lost my voice back then, as if speaking a word would break me into pieces and I will never be able to pick them.
Suddenly, I acknowledge, she is not pretending or overreacting.