‘Bwah. Bwah. Bwah’ I coughed some blood on the floor. “Who the hell do you think you are to kick me like that?” I trembled and stood up on my feet.
He’s so strong. Who is he?
“Who do I think I am?” He laughed out loud. “You sure got guts! Wendy Grimwolf. I can see why my father is obsessed with you.”
Obsessed with me?
“I’m Shiva Grimwolf.” He proudly introduced himself. “Sihwa’s first son and the heir to the Grimwolf pack.”
Shiva? Sihwa’s son?
“You are…. Sihwa’s son?” I don’t know why his words stung my heart when he introduced himself as Sihwa’s son.
I didn’t know he had a grown up child. As young and beautiful as he is, he had a child. How old is Sihwa anyway?
He dresses…like Sihwa too. Like a young version of him.
Wait! A young version of him? Why did I think that?
“Shiva.” I heard a deep, smooth voice and the second I saw his gray eyes. I knew exactly who he was.
He hasn’t aged a day. I liked the posture he let his hair down.
“What is it?” He slightly frowned. “Don’t tell me people on the outskirts of town are going out of control and you want me to stop them?”
“No.” He drew closer to us. “That’s not why I am here.”
I felt a sharp pain in my chest when he spoke up. Why was I on the verge of tears hearing him speak?
Why did I feel good hearing Donovan’s voice?
“Then, why are you here, Donovan?” Shiva asked and looked him straight in the eye.
He wore a black fitted suit, too.
“That’s my line, Shiva? Your father would get pissed if he finds out you are torturing his mate. You know he holds her dear to his heart. Don’t mess things up.”
He holds me dear to his heart?
“I shouldn’t mess things up?” He reacted. “You know what she did at the gathering, don’t you? Disgracing me in front of the entire clan. I’m not gonna let that pass. I don’t care what she is to my father. Dealing with her myself is what I want and you are not gonna do anything about it.” He brushed past Donovan’s shoulder and snapped his fingers.
A lot of black bodyguards rushed over to me and grabbed me off my feet.
“What’s going on?” I panicked. “Let me go.” They pushed me out of the mansion. Gerhard and Donovan didn’t look in my direction at all.
The bodyguards who held onto me so tight, pushed me into a dark cell and shut the bolts on the iron doors.
“Let me out of here.” I kept shouting at the top of my lungs. “Where are my friends?” I yelped.
No one answered me.
I felt exhausted and fell on my butt on the cold ground. What had I done this time? Was it a bad idea to come back from the Twilight Springs? What did I even come here for?
My grandfather – is dead.
I still can’t believe it. The more I thought about it, the more depressed I became. I thought of the memories I had with my grandfather before he took me away from my mates.
He was such a kind man. How could my mates have taken him away from me? Each day that passes, forced me to believe that my grandfather was truly dead.
I kept drifting in and out of sleep. Don’t know how many days have passed. I was too tired to think about anything. Everything weighed on my shoulders. What I wanted to do was to sleep and never wake up again.
Maybe I shouldn’t have come back from Twilight Springs.
I heard the iron doors opening, and someone entered my cell. The sweet sensation of food passed through my nostrils. My eyes opened when I saw Chris putting my food beside me.
I weakly got up and saw him squatting in front of me with a huge smile on his face.
His striking presence commanded attention without a word. His curly black hair framed his face in soft, unruly waves, catching the light in a way that made it seem almost alive. His golden eyes were mesmerizing-piercing, like twin suns that saw straight through you, their intensity both unsettling and magnetic.
They held a quiet confidence, a sense of knowing, as if he carried secrets no one else could comprehend.
His build was slender yet powerful, every movement flowing with a grace that hinted at hidden strength. His figure was flawless, like the hands of a main sculptor-lean, toned, and perfectly balanced had carved it. The subtle lines of his muscles shifted under his skin with every step, every motion, designed for precision.
But it was the tattoo on his back that stole the breath from anyone who caught a glimpse. It sprawled across his broad shoulders, black ink in intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with energy.
The design was bold yet elegant, a blend of abstract shapes and symbols that hinted at something ancient, almost otherworldly.
The ink curved along the ridges of his muscles, emphasizing their strength and creating the illusion that the tattoo moved with him, alive and untamed.
There was something about him that was both captivating and dangerous-a beauty that was sharp, not soft, and a presence that promised he was no ordinary man. He was the alpha you couldn’t ignore, someone who left an impression long after they were gone.
“You look exhausted.” He commented and sat down on the dirty ground, folded both legs by crossing each other.
He wore a dark brown body hug singlet and a pair of ripped white jeans.
He smells like chocolate.
Why does he smell so much like chocolate?
My gaze fell on the plenty of side dishes on the tray. Why did he prepare so many dishes for me? I can’t eat all this. This is too much for me.
Oh, I remember now. He told me he would prepare food for me and instructed me to sit at the dining table. I guess he must have heard what happened and the food he prepared must have gotten wasted.
Wait.
Why is he so nice to me? No, he isn’t nice. When Gerhard smacked me on the cheeks, he did nothing to stop him. He stood there and watched him do what he wanted.
He watched him smack me like some show on Tv.
So, he’s not a nice alpha. The question is, why is he trying so hard to get close to me? What is his motive?
Chris Grimwolf.
Why is he doing this for me?
“Yeah.” I nodded. “How many days has it been?” I questioned him to get my head straight.
“Three days.” He responded.
Three days, huh? He came to give me some food after three days?
“I figured you would feel hungry. I don’t know what you like, though. That’s why I made this for you.”
I looked at the food again with a swallow. My stomach was growling so badly and hurting. I haven’t eaten for a few days now.
How did I even survive? I felt so weak, my body shuddered.
“It’s not poisoned, if that’s what you are thinking it is.” He took a bite of the steak on the plate.