Filed To Story: Goddess's Design His Fated Mate (Willow & Reuben)
We soon entered the VIP area, where our true mission was set to begin. My gaze shifted to the stairs leading upward, but before we could ascend, a tall man blocked our path. “May I help you?”
We both halted. I offered a smile and stepped forward. “I’ve booked a VIP room,”
I stated.
“May I see your card?”
he requested.
I handed over my card, bearing my identity as an Alpha and my pack name. These individuals had keen eyes for such details. In reality it had been Walter that had booked the room with his connections but he could not enter this place without a woman. That’s why he brought me along with him. After confirming its authenticity, he returned the card to me.
“Now, can we proceed?”
I inquired, glancing at the man who seemed to indicate that we were cleared to go. As Walter and I began to move forward, the man suddenly blocked Walter’s path.
“Who are you?”
he asked, suspiciously eyeing Walter.
My heart clenched with nervousness. Walter couldn’t show a card like I had when he was not a werewolf. He simply stared back at the man, seemingly unconcerned about his suspicion. Yet, if he were caught, he would have to confront the entire underground scene, which was no easy feat-that was another reason why he had brought me along with him.
“He’s with me,”
I interjected, inserting myself between them, causing the man to step back. Walter glanced at me as I pressed my back against his chest, masking him with my scent to conceal his human presence before he could be detected.
“He still needs to show ID,”
the man insisted.
My heart raced as his companions began to converge around us, their suspicion palpable. With my heightened wolf hearing, I could detect the subtle movement of Walter’s hand slipping into his jacket. I clenched my fists, realizing I needed to act quickly before it was too late.
“He’s my slave!”
I boldly declared, causing the men around us to fall instantly silent as Walter’s eyes snapped towards me.
“So he’s your gigolo?”
they inquired, their gaze burning into Walter’s skin. Yet he remained silent, as I had instructed him to before we entered.
“Yes, I found him on the street to use just for tonight,”
I asserted casually, ignoring the heat in Walter’s eyes. I knew my words were nonsensical-no gigolo would be dressed in such high-end attire and accessories. “Now, get out of my way!”
I arrogantly pushed past the man, grabbed Walter’s hand, and ascended the stairs, successfully avoiding their suspicion while maintaining my spoiled princess demeanor.
Once we were in the lobby, I swiftly released Walter’s hand, only to find myself pinned against the nearby wall by him. “I’m your slave? A gigolo you picked up off the street?”
he questioned, his brows furrowed in clear offense at the labels.
Unable to suppress a nervous smile, I replied, “It was a necessity of the situation. Nothing personal.”
I attempted to push him back, resting my hand on his chest, but he pressed his entire body against mine so gently that I found myself frozen under his captivating gaze.
“Once spoken, it cannot be taken back,”
he whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine.
“What do you mean?”
I swallowed hard, feeling my heart pound faster with our proximity.
He bit his lower lip and murmured, “Thank you for saving me, master.”
My eyes widened and cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Ma master? Why did it sound so erotic and dirty coming from his mouth? A smirk played on his lips as he observed my reaction, adding to my embarrassment.
Without another word, I pushed him away and walked off, refusing to look back.
“We have to go in here,”
he called after me. I paused, gritting my teeth in embarrassment, then spun around quickly heading in the opposite direction.
Soon, we stopped in front of room 101. “The person Reuben wants is inside,”
Walter said in a low tone.
My ears perked up as I observed him breaking the lock. “Who are we here for?”
I inquired, but I found the answer on my own as soon as the door swung open, revealing a familiar face that left me stunned.
How was this possible?
Reuben
“Sorry, I am breaking my promise. I love you ”
“Willow!”
I shouted her name, my eyes snapping open. The ceiling of my bedroom came into view, my entire body was drenched in sweat. I I heard her words, her cries, her heartbreak, and her goodbye.
“Reuben!”
Oran’s panicked voice reached me from a chair next to bed on the side where I had been lying. “You’re finally awake!”
I sat up in bed in a flash. “Where’s Willow?”
I murmured, scanning the room frantically.
Oran’s face paled at my words, “Reuben ”
I threw off the blanket and climbed out of bed, ignoring the bandages covering my chest. “Willow!”
“Reuben, you shouldn’t get out of bed right away!”
Oran exclaimed, trying to grab my arm, but I pushed him away.
“Willow!”
I called out, searching every corner of the bedroom while Oran trailed behind me, attempting to stop me. “Reuben, please, stop!”
he pleaded.
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