Chapter 3: "Please Don't"

Chapter 3 – “Please Don’t”

POV: Seraphina Vale

"Where am I?" I whispered, sitting up fast. The bed was big, and the sheets were very soft and the city lights were pouring in through the glass walls. 

My head was pounding, and my chest heavy with panic. I wasn’t dead, right? I wasn’t in heaven either.  But I knew I was definitely not in safe hands.

Then I heard footsteps. I panicked covering myself under the duvet like it would shield me from a man who tore a creature to pieces. 

Lucien Kael walked into the room, calm and collected like when I saw him at the club. I peeped a little bit and saw his shirt unbuttoned halfway. He had a drink in his hand....looking all chilled, like he hadn’t just almost killed me the night before.

“You’re awake,” he said. “Took you long enough.”

I pushed myself out of the duvet slowly.  “Please...Just let me go...I won’t say anything...I didn’t see anything...I don't know nothing either...I swear to God!”

"Don't bring God into this!" He snapped.

"Oh! I'm sorry....Uhmmm...please just don't hurt me." I pleaded, my two hands rubbing together almost like I was praying to him.

He raised an eyebrow. “Begging already?”

“I’m not here to cause trouble...Please... don’t kill me.”

He chuckled and stepped closer. “I don’t kill breathtaking ladies.”

I blinked, then sighed on the bed. “Well... that’s a relief.”

He tilted his head. “But who said you’re breathtaking?”

I paused, my eyes rolling with my mouth open for some seconds. “I... stand corrected.”

I slid off the bed, heart pounding, my legs were wobbling at this point. I knelt slightly just trying to look less like a threat or less like a target.

“Smart move,” he said with a smirk.

He moved closer to me slowly like a cat circling a bird. I stood up fast and stepped back until my back hit the cold wall. His arms went up, one hand on each side of my head and trapped me.

His face came closer; close enough to see the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes, his cheekbones, jawline and smooth skin, his lips looked so irresistible.

My heart began pounding fast than it was already doing. Tears welled up my eyes without my permission, and sliding down my cheeks. I hated that I was feeling this scared. I hated how he smelled so good. How his heat made me dizzy.

He leaned in, closer again and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Please... don’t do it.”

“Please don’t do what?” His voice was deep and close to my lips, almost like he was teasing me.

“Don’t,” I whispered again. “Don’t.”

He paused, then I felt his breath on my cheek, then my neck, slowly.

I tried to bend down and go under his hands. 

"Stay put." He instructed.

I quickly obeyed and stood straight. He smirked. Then tried to lean in again but I tried pushing him away. However, that only made things worse for me. He caught both my wrists and pinned them above my head in one move of his left hand.

“Behave, girly.”

I froze. I was still wearing the sexy wear from the club and he could see all of me clearly. My cheeks went red as he looked at me.

He leaned in again, nose brushing my neck, taking a long, slow inhale. He giggled under his breath. Just giggled, then let go of me. Just like that.

I stumbled, catching myself on the wall.

“You’re too hot to be a club worker,” he said, pouring a drink. “Even for Umbra.”

I stayed against the wall, arms crossed tight over my chest like he just violated me with words. “I was just... working.”

“You’re lying.” He sipped his drink.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

"I'll find out sooner or later...." He smirked, then turned with the glass in hand, and said calmly. “You do know that thing you saw wasn’t human right?" It was a werewolf.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Was he delusional?

“A what?....That’s not real...That’s like folklore...Stories basically.” Tears coming out of my eyes from laughing. "You're so funny. If you want to lie, just call a normal wild animal."

He didn’t laugh back. Instead, right in front of me, Lucien shifted. His bones cracked, muscles twisted; and then Fur spread like shadows over his skin. Not fully wolf but enough for me to see fangs, claws and glowing eyes. I jerked back, screaming. Then everything went black. Yeah! I passed out....

When I woke again, my head was still spinning and it felt like I was choking, gasping for some air.

Lucien was lifting me to lay me down gently on the bed. As he laid me down, he missed a step and we both crashed together on the bed. I saw his face right above mine and our eyes locked.

We were so close I could feel his heartbeat. His chest pressed to mine and the heat between us was getting too hot. We remained like that for about 30 secs.

He froze, not breathing. Then suddenly, he pulled back quickly, like he had been shocked. He stood by the bed, looking at me like something had gone wrong.

“I...” he muttered, then stopped.

“What is it?” I whispered, still dazed.

He blinked. His chest rose and fell faster now. “You’re... burning up.”

“I feel... hot, really hot.” I admitted, my cheeks turning red. “Everything feels... too much.”

He turned away, a hand running through his hair. “You’re not just scared.”

I sat up slightly. My body felt like it was aching, like it needed something and didn’t know what.

Lucien looked back at me, coldly.

“You’re in heat.”

My heart cut in half.

“What? What's heat?"

He stared at me, stunned. “You’re a werewolf....Not just any werewolf...An Omega.”