Chapter 5

Chapter

Nessa’s POV

"Zarek! No!" I screamed as my tears completely spilled over.

Terrified for my son, a sudden surge of strength allowed me to push away the bodyguards holding me. I quickly dropped to my knees on the luxurious carpet, scooped up the aggressive puppy, and hugged him tightly. My entire body shook as I wrapped my arms around him to protect him from any harm these people might do.

"Please, Sir! Don't hurt my son! I am begging you!" I cried, looking up at Matthew.

The people in the hallway—the manager, the staff, and the other waiters witnessing the scene—looked like they were about to faint from absolute shock. Their eyes widened, and their mouths hung open. In the eyes of normal people, I had completely lost my mind because I called an animal my child.

I did not care what they thought. In my heart, Zarek is my son. Even though he was born different—a puppy with golden fur instead of a normal human baby—he is my life. Zarek was an extra-large puppy who grew much faster than normal pets back home. As I held him close, a deep sense of fear and confusion suddenly hit me. How did he get here?! This hotel is in the middle of Manhattan, New York. It is miles away from our small hut at the foot of the mountain! It is impossible for a puppy to travel alone to the city, enter a famous hotel completely unnoticed, and even ride a private elevator. I was terrified that someone might have taken him, or that something terrible had happened at our house.

My mother. Oh my god. We need to go home. My mind could not process the answers to my questions because this felt like a miracle. But then again, isn't it? Is it not already a miracle that a human like me gave birth to a puppy?

"Please just let us leave, Sir. Let us walk out of here safely," I pleaded again through my sobs, completely casting aside all shame even though I was still wearing the bunny suit. "I won't take the pay anymore. Not even a single cent, I don't want it. We are going home. Please..." My tears kept falling.

Matthew stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the golden wolf pup in my arms. A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face, but he quickly masked it with his usual cold expression.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers again.

Without a word, the heavy grip of the bodyguards completely disappeared. They turned around and walked away slowly, following the silent order of their boss.

A tall man, Matthew's right-hand man, approached me with a serious face.

"You heard the boss. Get up, change your clothes, and leave immediately, and make sure you take your extra-large puppy with you."

"Y-Yes... Thank you very much," I replied as I quickly stood up. Carrying the still-growling Zarek, I ran toward the elevator to go to the staff quarters and change my clothes.

This place is terrifying. This is not the world I want to be in. I would rather have no money, as long as life is peaceful and free of people like them, whose gazes alone feel like they could kill.

Matthew’s POV

I watched her run away, her fragile figure disappearing around the corner of the hallway. The scent she left behind, a mixture of sweet rain and something dangerously addictive, lingered in the air, making my inner beast growl in frustration.

My wolf was restless, scratching frantically at the walls of my mind. There was a powerful pull, an intense familiarity that made my chest tighten, yet my mind remained a complete blank.

My eyes darkened as I recalled the golden wolf pup she was holding so protectively. She called it her child. She genuinely believed that giant pup was her human baby, completely oblivious to the fact that it was actually a werewolf.

The color of the pup's fur was identical to mine. And the aura that radiated from that tiny creature carried the pure, undeniable pressure of a Royal Alpha bloodline. My bloodline. A power so immense that the pup managed to track a scent across miles, running all the way from the borders straight into the heart of Manhattan. But how? We don't have any wolf cubs. How did he get here, and where did he come from? Who is his father?

I stared at the broken champagne bottles on the floor, my breathing heavy as my chest rose and fell rapidly.

She was a stranger to me, and she had no idea what her "puppy" truly was. But she just walked out of my hotel carrying a child that possessed my own blood.

"Sir?" my right-hand man asked, stepping closer to my side. "Should we have them followed?"

I stared at the empty hallway, a dark smirk forming on my lips despite the confusion.

"No need," I replied. "She can run back to her little town. But she can't hide from me. Find out everything about her. I want a full report on my desk by tomorrow morning."