Chapter 4

I didn’t know what to do when he suddenly appeared in front of me. As far as I know, all wolves go crazy when they smell Omega being heated. But why does the man in front of me seem untouched? I'm confused. Maybe he's not Omega, is he?

 

He immediately approached me and knelt in front of me. Even though he was a little far away from me, I could still hear his heartbeat. I don’t know if he was nervous or just tired of running.

I just shook my head and avoided his eyes. I was still panting and sweating, but the nervousness was more dominant because I had someone with me here. He was also unfamiliar with me. The only surprise was that he was wearing a Wolf University uniform. That means he smelled me when I entered this forest.

Suddenly, I swallowed my saliva because I was nervous. What if someone smells my scent too? That's dangerous! Maybe we’re not the only ones here in the forest. My palms started to tremble, so I adjusted myself. But I suddenly looked at him when he touched my palms.

He cleared his throat and said, "Don’t worry. No one smelled you except me." That made me sigh in relief, but the heat didn’t vanish and seems to be getting worse. I don’t know why he removed his palm from my palm. All I can think about now is how to avoid him.

I felt him put his palm on my neck, but I can't say he should stop. It was as if something was stopping me from opening my lips. I was so overwhelmed by his eyes. It's so beautiful. It was like a star shining in the night sky.

 

I suddenly closed my eyes when he kissed me on my lips. It’s not as violent as if you were so eager to kiss. What he makes me feel now is mixed with caution, as if he can break me with just a little wrong move. Because of his caution, I could not help but close my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck. As time went on, I couldn't help but be eager to kiss him until he laughed in return for my kiss.

He cut off the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine. "Are you sure you wanted to do it?" he asked. I bit my lip and nodded softly. Until we did what we shouldn't have. I don’t know how many times we did, but the only thing I remember before I fainted was that he kissed my forehead and let my head rest on his shoulder.

I opened my eyes and suddenly sat down. "Oh, no!" I cried when I felt my hip hurt. What happened? Why does my hip hurt? I tried to get out of bed, but now my private part hurts. And then, the realization hit me that there was only one man who helped me until we did that.

I frowned and blushed. It was my first time and the worst we had had a few times. When I noticed that I was wearing something else, I was even more embarrassed. I wore men's clothes, okay? Who is not ashamed? Maybe he didn't wear it on me, did he? It's not impossible!

I nodded and laughed because I was trying to convince myself that he wasn't the one who wore it to me, but to my surprise, someone suddenly giggled in front of me. I turned to the door and saw him giggling. Naughty man! He didn't even wear a shirt! The hell! He's hot!

I suddenly pinched myself and smiled awkwardly at him. "You're here?" I asked, and he nodded in response. If he had seen me before, he would have seen how my face crumpled in pain. He didn’t even help me!

"Why am I here?" I asked and adjusted the shirt. I saw him bite his lower lip before answering my question.

"You lost consciousness after we did it." I don't know where you live, so the only thing I thought was to just take you here to my condo. " It has a gentlemanliness, somehow.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked, so I frowned.

"What time is it?" I asked. I knew he asked me and I asked him back. I just really want to know what time it is because I might get late. I still have work to do.

"6:00 p.m." he answered, so my eyes widened and I got off the bed, but I winced because of the pain. I feel like I will be slow in my work later.

I felt him wrap his arm around my waist, so I looked at him. "You can not. Just rest first." I shook my head and glared at him, but he just raised his eyebrow at me.

 

He didn't speak. "I have a job," I said, rolling my eyes at him. He carried me and put me on his study table. His two arms were on either side of me, as if he didn't want me to let go.

I don’t care if you have a job. All I want is for you to relax. I know you’re still sore, so don’t push yourself to work." I could do nothing but take a deep breath. He was right. I shouldn’t be forced to work any more, and I can't, but the position of the two of us is awkward. He was in the middle of my thighs, and he seemed to enjoy his position.

I suddenly blushed, so I avoided his eyes, but he just chuckled and gave me a peck on my lips before he came out of the room and said goodbye, just cook first. I was left speechless and unable to process what he did. When did I follow what others said?

After he cooked, he immediately called me to eat. I can’t deny that he is good at cooking, and it’s my first time eating with someone without being insulted. It feels good. You don’t have to think about questions and problems. You feel no resentment.

It feels like a dream. It's comforting. I hope it doesn't end like this. I hope I don’t have a problem until I get older, but I know that it’s just temporary. There’s no permanent in this world. What I felt back then will come back.

I just wanted to be loved and accepted by someone, but how? They always bully me. They always hurt my feelings and they always provoke me, and then later on, they’ll turn the tables on me and make me look bad. That’s their technique.

I know, but why am I still not learning or is that really just the reality? Sometimes I’d rather just stay in my imagination because I’m the hero, not being hurt, being accused, and being told as if I’m at fault.

How can I show that I am also a victim? Why are we always being bullied? Now I just thought, my role really in this world is to feel sadness and be bullied by someone. I am disgusted with myself. I always ask myself what I have done. Why am I experiencing this? I can change, but I don't know where to start if I'm always on the bottom.

I really want to elevate myself, but how can I do that if I don’t have anything to be proud of yet? This is the hard part. I trust the process, but how long will I endure? I am very tired.

"What’s wrong?" he asked when he noticed that I had stopped eating my food. I smiled at him and shook my head. He stared at me intently while chewing his food. He didn't force me to tell him what I was thinking, but I could feel he was worried.

I don’t know why he’s curious. He doesn't have to worry about anything because we don't know each other. I couldn't figure out what he was up to. Maybe when I told him what my problem was, he might have used it against me. I'd rather just hide than tell. That's where I'm good at, so why would I spread my problem? I don't even know if this man can be trusted.

After I ate, he immediately took my plate and began washing while I just let him do what he wanted. He is the owner of the condo, so the decision will come from him and I'll follow him.

 

I decided to find my dress earlier so I could change. I still walked slowly because I could not really walk normally due to physical pain. As I walked, I noticed that it was hanging in the comfort room as if it had been washed recently. I immediately touched it, and when I felt dry, I immediately changed my clothes.

When I was able to change, I immediately looked for my belongings in the room, and when I saw that they were just in the corner and on the top of the table, I immediately took them. I decided to leave the room to say goodbye to him. I don't know what time it is, and I'm not going to go to work anymore. Maybe tomorrow because I'm also tired of what happened earlier and I'm also tired of thinking.

When I saw him in the living room, I smiled at him and said, "I'm leaving." He suddenly nodded and took the shirt that was lying on the sofa. When he finally put his shirt on, he started walking out of the condo, which I immediately followed. Maybe he would just accompany me down the building and wait for me to take a taxi. Not that I'm assuming, but maybe.

While we were in the elevator, many looked at the man with me. Perhaps they couldn't help but stare at him because, apart from being handsome and hot, he's also intimidating and has a nice body. He didn't seem to hear any whispers or compliments from them. Maybe it's because he's used to this kind of scene. I can't blame him either, because what they say is true.

When the elevator stopped on the first floor, I immediately got out. I just followed him, but I did not hear his complaint. He walked to a car, and the car scanned his fingerprints until he opened the passenger seat. As he pouted his lips on his car, my eyes widened. He'll drive me home?

I was still hesitant about whether I should enter or just take a taxi, but he suddenly spoke. Maybe it was because he was annoyed because I was so slow to walk. "Get in. I will take you," he said, and I immediately went inside. My fare is free now! Will I still refuse? Of course not!

He immediately executed it. I gave him the address of our house, which he immediately asked for. He didn't complain if it was far away. He just drove quietly. He also did not speed up the vehicle. This is correct, and it looks like you would rather just sleep while waiting to reach your home. The only case is that I don't want to because I might still spit. I feel so tired. I really want to rest in my bed.

When we got to the opposite side of our house, I immediately removed the seatbelt. I looked at him and smiled. “Thank you for driving me home,” I said.

He smiled at me, shook his head, and said, "No problem." Take care. " I immediately got out of his car and waited for him to leave. He blew his horn three times, at which I immediately nodded before he left. I waited for it to disappear from my sight before deciding to enter the house to go straight to my room.

I will take a bath before going to sleep. I didn't take a bath there because I was ashamed to use his soap. I know how expensive it is.