KEILAH
I was wandering through a vibrant and bustling marketplace. The air was filled with the intoxicating aroma of exotic spices, and colourful stalls lined the narrow pathways. The chatter of the crowd blended into a harmonious symphony of diverse languages, creating a mesmerizing cacophony.
As I meandered through the lively throng, I suddenly felt a gentle touch on my shoulder. Startled, I turned around and was captivated by the sight of a mysterious, beautiful woman standing there, her features shrouded in a dreamlike haze. Her blond hair flowed soothingly in rhythm with the cool wind, creating an ethereal aura around her.
Before I could gather my thoughts or react, she gracefully took my hand, enveloping it with a comforting warmth that instantly eased any lingering tension.
“Don’t be afraid,” she whispered, her voice as soft as cotton. “Stay close to your mate, and never let go.”
Confused but curious, I looked around and realized that I was now not in the market but in the middle of a joyous celebration. Colourful lights adorned the surroundings, and laughter echoed through the air. The crowd seemed to part around me, creating a path that led to a figure standing in the distance.
As I approached, standing before me was Ralph, his eyes radiating love and joy. He extended his hand in a graceful motion, beckoning me to join him. With an expansive smile, I eagerly accepted his outstretched hand, and we stood side by side. I looked in awe as the crowd around us shifted into wolf forms, hawling, seemingly happy. The mysterious, beautiful woman who had guided me through the crowd smiled warmly and faded into the ethereal mist.
I snapped my eyes open, heart pounding within my chest. Gazing up at the ceiling, the realization hit me-I was brought back in the house. The image of Ralph’s intense gaze right before he struck me replayed in my mind, sending shivers down my spine. The memory was painfully vivid, making my stomach twist in discomfort. He had tracked me down faster than I anticipated, but that wouldn’t deter me from going to my aunt. It was his actions that led to her unjust arrest, and he couldn’t prevent me from seeking justice.
Summoning my resolve, I prepared to rise when a sharp, familiar voice pierced the silence.
“Zac…!”
The old woman’s voice snapped through the air, freezing me in place. With a hesitant blink, I awaited her next words.
“Don’t you dare provoke my patience. I will forget that you’re my son if you dare lay your hands on that woman. She’s your brother’s mate.”
“Are you kidding me right now?” Another male voice, one I clearly knew, retorted. “Isabella, you might fool Ralph and everyone, but not me.”
“What are you talking about?” The old woman asked innocently.
“I know you’re not sick. You are never sick. You’re faking it. It’s what you used to set her to Ralph,” the accusing voice continued, “how am I even sure you didn’t use your spells and created a fake mate bond between her and Ralph?”
I gasped inwardly, the revelation sending shockwaves through me. I audibly swallowed hard, and my mind raced with the implications of what I was hearing. The accusation hung in the air like a heavy storm cloud.
Another sound pierced the silence-a loud, hard slap. I winced, imagining the impact. The room fell into a long, uneasy silence, and I strained to catch any further dialogue. The air was thick with tension, and the repercussions of the confrontation lingered in the stillness.
“You thought I would not know?” Isabella, just know I’m privy to every detail within these walls. I’m determined to become the alpha I was destined for, and I’ll stop at nothing to achieve it.
So, be cautious not to provoke me too much either, for I’m barely containing myself from revealing to your esteemed son the hidden truths beneath your facade of care. Speaking of the devil, he seems to be looking for me. If you’ll excuse me, he’s on his way up here. Don’t worry; I won’t divulge anything to him just yet. It would take a compelling reason for me to do so.”
I was startled by the resounding slam of the door, and before I could fully process what had happened, I felt this freak of a man taking a seat next to me. so close that I could catch whiffs of his expensive cologne. And I could tell he was staring down at me.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door creaked open again, and the distinct scent of Ralph wafted towards me, making my stomach churn.
Their intense conversation filled the air, making it challenging for me to maintain silent composure. Amid their conversation, the rhythmic thumping of my own heart grew louder and more pronounced.
“We both know you’re not interested in her. So, why not let me have some fun? She could warm my bed for a while,” the freak uttered.
Is this guy serious? I thought to myself, a mixture of disbelief and irritation rising within me. The audacity of assuming I would be willing to fulfil such a role left me fuming inwardly. It wasn’t his crude proposition that bothered me the most, though; rather, it was his initial declaration about Ralph not being interested in me. The realization struck a chord, evoking an unexpected sense of melancholy.
Ralph was not interested in me- he never had been. While one part of me wanted to feel relieved, an unexpected pang of sadness enveloped me.
Abruptly, the room was filled with cracking sounds and the clinking of shattering glass. Startled, I flinched and opened my eyes and turned around, only to be met with the sight of two massive black wolves locked in a fierce stare-down, their snarls filling the room with an ominous tension.
I froze in place, my heart pounding in my chest as the intensity of the situation escalated. Never in a million I thought I could ever come to experience such a scene. I’ve seen Ralph’s wolf before but not as close as this, where every detail of their majestic presence was laid bare before my eyes. Despite my proximity, I couldn’t tell which wolf belonged to Ralph.
Summoning all the courage within me, I rose from the bed and planted my feet firmly on the floor. Despite the seemingly insurmountable odds, a nagging thought assured me that they wouldn’t kill me. The two wolves must’ve sensed my presence because they both pivoted their attention towards me, their low growls filling my ears, filling my body with goosebumps. An instinctive fear gripped me, forcing me to retreat hastily back into the sanctuary of my bed.
As my heart pounded in my chest, I noticed one of the wolves beginning to approach me, its predatory gaze fixed on me. The other one let out an intense growl, making this one halting in its tracks, yet never diverting its intense stare from me.
They made cracking sounds, and in a blink of an eye, they were in their human forms, completely naked. Oh shit… I swore taken aback as I quickly looked away.
You seem fun in bed. The freak said.
Irritated, I stood up on bed and faced him.
“Listen, young man. I am your alpha’s mate, and you need to show me some respect.” Despite the lengthy glare I received, I held my ground, refusing to waver under the intense pressure. Our eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.
Suddenly, his attention shifted, and with a quick movement, he redirected his piercing gaze toward Ralph, who seemed on the verge of devouring him whole. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he hastily raised his hands in surrender before retreating out the room, leaving me alone with Ralph in a charged and contemplative silence.
Ralph started taking slow steps towards me. My curiosity mingled with a hint of confusion as I couldn’t fathom his intent. “What is he doing?” ” Why is he coming towards me, naked?” I self-asked, yet I remained rooted in place, an observer to his enigmatic approach.
As he drew nearer, my gaze was irresistibly drawn to the striking details of his body. His broad shoulders commanded attention, accentuated by veiny arms that spoke of strength. The contours of his abs drew my gaze, and… OMG… What am I doing? I muttered as I quickly looked away, embarrassed.
I need to use the bathroom. I mattered and turned to go, but his firm hands abruptly halted my movement, sending a shiver down my spine. In one swift motion, he spun me around to face him. Unbeknownst to me, he brought his hand on the base of my neck and gracefully encircled it, his thumb tracing a delicate path that left me momentarily paralyzed. A mysterious sensation washed over me, causing my knees to weaken.
I found myself caught in an inexplicable connection, as if a channel had opened between our minds, allowing an exchange of emotions. The conflicting feelings that surged through me seemed foreign, detached from my own experiences. Strangely, they were his emotions, yet I couldn’t fathom why. Had he cast some kind of spell, weaving an enchantment that compelled me to feel this way?
Lost in contemplation, he surprised me by pulling me into a profound kiss. The suddenness of it caught me off guard, but my instincts kicked in, and I responded back. His tongue entered my mouth with a force that momentarily took me aback, yet I willingly engaged in rhythm.
Things heated up, reaching a point where he seized both of my legs, effortlessly depositing me onto the bed. He parted my legs wider before looming on top of me and into another intense deep kiss.