Alpha Wayne crossed his arms in amusement. So he was right, she hadn’t realized. He watched her stagger backwards and hit the door of the bathroom. Her towel loosened and almost fell but she grabbed it, opened the door, ran in then shut it back.
“No, no, no. It’s just hallucination. It’s hallucination,” Olive whispered but it was quite audible to Wayne. He could hear her breathing nervously.
“Come out, mate!” Wayne ordered and began to walk towards the door of the bathroom.
“Go away!” her voice answered.
“Don’t let me open the door on you. Nobody likes it when I’m the one who opens the door.”
Olive’s brows furrowed while trying to understand what he meant by that. However, she tightened her towel and opened the door gently. She stepped out and blew wet hair from her face with her mouth, then she stared at him with an angry pout. That sight was surprisingly very cute to Wayne. He felt a great tingle in his chest and it made him feel uneasy. He turned and walked to his bar, which was a sesame at one side of the large room. Olive watched as he walked there and poured himself a drink.
“Don’t try escaping from me again. I don’t like being tried,” his harsh voice rang across the room. It was so deep it brought shivers to Olive’s skin involuntarily. Why was his voice that deep?
“I was trying to save myself. I heard the Big Bad Alpha wasn’t one to show mercy.”
“Hmm. You heard well. You would have probably been somewhere cold, rock-solid, with your skin torn open and laced with dry blood. And your body lacking a head,” he sipped from his wine glass and turned to look at Olive with his face looking ferocious that she had to gulp down nervously.
“But… Unfortunately for me, you turned out to be my long awaited mate. How cute,” he gave an evil smile that didn’t reach his dark, cold eyes.
“I’m not your mate. You must be mistaken,” Olive said with much boldness that she wondered where it came from.
“Oh, really? I’m mistaken?” he asked and dropped his glass at the tall glass table by the bar. He put his hands in his pocket and watched Olive.
“You are. Because I don’t feel the same way. If I did, I wouldn’t be trying to run away from you.”
For a second there, Wayne almost agreed he was mistaken. But he shoved that silly thought off.
Never in his life had he been so sure about something like he was sure Olive was his mate. When he first inhaled her scent while he was in the hallway, his mind froze and he stopped walking. It was very strange, yet familiar. He wanted to continue inhaling it, and he got the sudden urge to protect whoever owned that scent.
When he finally looked at the prisoner and saw her sitting there all bloodied, he got the worst anger surge of his entire life. He felt like he was the one who was harmed, and he wanted to kill them all. He wanted to hold her, tell her not to worry that he’ll never hurt her anymore. Plus, his wolf wouldn’t stop growling ‘Mate’ in his head.
“So, since you’re insinuating that you’re not my mate… what should I do with you?” he asked.
Olive couldn’t answer.
‘What are you doing?!’ her wolf growled at her. She was very angry.
‘Don’t be a fool!’ she yelled and began to force herself out. Her claws jutted out and Olive gasped. She fought her wolf but her fangs lengthened too.
“No, go back,” she pleaded out loud and shut her eyes while visibly shaking.
‘Admit it! Accept him!’
“No! He’s a murderer!” she spilled out and fell to the floor.
“A murderer who almost got murdered by you,” Wayne spoke up. His voice seemed to soothe her wolf and she retreated. Olive sighed in relief. She had a really stubborn furry version of her.
“It’s past noon already. You must be hungry. I’ll order for your lunch to be served right here,” and with that, he left the room. Olive was still kneeling on the floor, panting heavily.
“That son of a b\*tch,” she mumbled under her breath.
She got on her feet and staggered to the bed. She plumped on it and hugged her arms.
“Mate,” she muttered and exhaled. No wonder she loved his scent, his face, and didn’t want him to look away from her when he entered that room. He was made for her. Her mate. Olive just couldn’t believe the moon goddess had answered her last minute prayers. But… why a man like Wayne?
She heaved another deep sigh and looked around the room. She was feeling cold because of her wet hair on her bare skin, so she needed something to wear. She walked to the room she guessed right as a closet and tried to find something suitable. After spending over thirty minutes ransacking his clothes, she finally found a teddy bear hoodie with his name on it in bold letters and white color. It was a yellow hoodie, and was hidden behind all his clothes. She wouldn’t have even found it if it hadn’t been a bright color-the only bright color in the closet.
Well, Olive was starving. “Alpha Knight better get that food here quick.”
She walked to the very large mirror in the room and stared at her reflection. The hoodie was big for her, but she looked really cute in it. Plus, it was one of her favorite colours.
She stared at his name on it and twitched her lips. Why him of all people? He was bad. She had heard about his atrocities. He was just too bad. Why didn’t she get a good guy?
She huffed and covered her head with the hood then turned around. The door to the room opened just then and her heart lit up. But that fire quenched immediately and was replaced by a downcast feeling of darkness as soon as she saw someone else walk into the room. She wanted to see her mate. The mate she just finally agreed was truly her mate. If he admitted it without her telling him, who was she to say she was not correct?
The man who walked in was a medium height, slender but muscled man. She recognized him immediately. She had personally slashed a broken dish against his handsome face.
The young man smiled at her.
“Hi, I’m Jericho,” he said.