~Wendy’s Pov ~
Lykan slammed the doors closed.
“Lykan, open the doors. Please.” I panicked, my aching body standing up from the floor and ran to the door. “Lykan, open this door.”
He didn’t answer me.
I cried out and banged my fists on the doors and wouldn’t stop yelling. “Lykan, open this door.” I whimpered. “OPEN THE DAMN DOOR.” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “LYKAN.”
My hands slapped the doors. “LYKAN.” I hit the door a thousand times, but no one answered me.
I stopped when I heard a heavy pant and a painful gasp behind me. I looked back and saw Sihwa shaking uncontrollably on his bed in the center of his room.
Sihwa.
What was happening to him? Was he already in a rut? If he is truly in a rut, he could get up from his bed and bounce on me. I better get out of here as fast as possible. His pheromones are thickening in the air. I’m not losing my virginity to a murderer.
I thought.
Yet, what drew my attention was his room. It felt like stepping into a dream of luxury and power.
The walls are a deep red, warm and bold, while golden accents shimmer in the light, adding a touch of elegance.
The furniture is grand yet inviting, with soft cushions and intricate patterns.
A golden chandelier hangs above, casting a soft glow that makes everything feel regal. It’s a space that feels both commanding and beautiful, like it belongs to someone who rules with confidence and grace.
This room screams royalty and dominance. My attention soon shifted to Sihwa once again, groaning in more pain on his bed. I wondered what I was supposed to do to help this murderer. However, his glowing eyes caught my attention.
His red eyes glimmered continuously. He kept turning sideways in a loud groan and held his stomach in a cuddled up posture.
I rested my back on the door in a tremble, not moving an inch. What was I supposed to do? He looks like he is in so much pain.
“Wendy. Wendy.” He flinched with gritted teeth as if he was having a nightmare. ‘Wendy.’ He called out my name once more. ‘Daisy Dancer.’
Wait! What!
“Don’t go into the forest. It’s dangerous, Wendy.” He murmured in agony, sweating profusely. “Please, don’t.”
Daisy dancer? How did he know my nickname? Someone gave it to me a long time ago.
I can feel it in my bones. Someone standing right in front of the moon gave me such a name. And from what I can think and feel right now, I loved that person very much.
But who is he talking to in his sleep? I shouldn’t go into the forest? Was there someone else named Wendy that I’m unaware of?
He looks so thin. Hasn’t he been eating properly?
Sihwa, in his white loose robe, sweated profusely on his red sheets. He clenched the red blankets up to his firm chest as if he didn’t want it to let go of it.
He murmured my name countless times.
Over. Over. Over. Repeatedly.
He jerked his torso in between himself and shook his head sideways in his red pillows.
Strands of his red hair got messy on his forehead because of his sweat. His cheeks got a little red and when he opened his eyes once more, I could see how bright red it was.
The more he moved sideways in pain, the more I realized how long his hair was behind him.
His hair was as red as scarlet.
Sihwa’s hair is red???
How come? Was it possible? How many appearances does he have? I don’t get it. Why is it that anytime I come across him, he is always in either?
His eyes were as vibrant, a deep shade of red, similar to the color of blood, fringed with thick lashes that seemed to gleam with mischief. The yellow lights in the room got so bright I had to take my eyes off the lights.
His red, full brows. His pointed nose. Pale, full lips. His pale skin is so smooth that it hypnotizes me to want to roll my tongue on his chest.
His chiseled features and sharp jawline left me breathless. He exudes an aura of quiet confidence, his slender shoulders and lean physique under his white robes.
His long, slim golden earrings and his multiple piercings in his ears took me aback. I didn’t know Sihwa was so visually stunning, he could turn heads anywhere.
With no beards on his face, Sihwa was so young and the most gorgeous alpha I have ever seen. If I didn’t know him any better, I would think he was a woman.
If it weren’t for his scent, I wouldn’t believe this was Sihwa. But why is he always changing his appearance? What is his actual appearance?
I couldn’t take my eyes off Sihwa, shivering uncontrollably on the bed. His scent flowed through my nostrils. I covered my nose with both hands enough not to inhale any of his pheromones.
Since he is my mate and he is in a rut, I could get affected by his scent and succumb to him.
“Wendy.” He whispered. The more I saw him in this vulnerable state. I could hear these evil thoughts fighting inside my head.
One of them was to take a pillow and suffocate him to death. The other was to give him poison so he would die without knowing I was the one who killed him. I could try to suffocate him in a pillow and he would retaliate and fight me back, which would be pretty risky.
This is my chance to take him out. I’ve got to try and take the life out of him.
Instead, my legs moved on their own to Sihwa’s bed. I stood before him, watching how feverish he was.
Sihwa grabbed my wrist in a flash and slumped me to the bed beside him. My eyes widened as I stared at his beautiful face. I wonder if the reason everyone was so obsessed with him was because of how breathtaking he was.
The sliding of the strands of his hair on his left eye made my heart skip a beat. How he looked at my right arm made me truly realize that no alpha can surpass Sihwa’s beauty.
He let out a shaky breath on my face and smiled a little. “What are you doing in my room?” He said sullenly, avoiding my gaze and leaning his chin on my forehead as he drew me closer to him in a hug.
I sensed how hard he panted in a heavy breath. I wanted to push him away from me. Tell him how much I hated his presence, but his aura surprisedly calmed my discomfort.
The pain, rage and sorrow I felt a few seconds ago disappeared because of him, as if it had never been there. I felt so warm and comforted in his embrace. I felt my nerves slowly suppressing itself.
His hands slowly roamed my back, igniting his warm touch on me. Being in Sihwa’s arms, I forgot about everything that had happened as tears of relief slowly flowed from my eyes.
I have never felt this comforted in a long time. Was this why I had longed for him for the past 4 years? Was his presence the reason I felt at peace with myself?
Was he the reason I stayed stuck in time?