5. Scentless wolf?

Raphael's POV

Weirdly, as I am placing her on my bed, her eyes shoot open, pushing me away from her with all her might. I release the breath I've been holding for a long time.

“Don't you dare come near me. I won't let you hurt me again.” She shouts, picking up a screwdriver which was lying on the bedside table. She seems to be in a daze so I take a step back, holding my hands forward in surrender.

“Who are you.” She demands her eyes widening in fear and shock, tears escape her eyes as, she looks around my room. The screwdriver still held firmly in her tiny hands pointing it towards me.

“Please don't harm me, I've had enough. Please stop.” She begs a drop of tear escaping from her puffy eyes. She must have been crying even before this.

I wonder what happened to her, I've never really been concerned with other people's lives but seeing her like this, pulls something in me.

It's strange but I want to protect her.

I feel a tight lump in my throat at the realization that someone had been hurting her. I can't truly explain what I'm feeling. I try as hard not to show any emotion. Instead, I let out a little laugh.

“How can I harm you when you are the one with the weapon here?" I say, smiling hoping to reduce her tension. I hope she can trust that I won't harm her.

Her wide eyes wander around again down her body, she widens them even more when she sees my jacket on her. It is barely covering her butt from behind, I've never lost my cool, I've always been so composed, but today I wavered a little, my eyes kept wanting to stare at her naked body. I felt like a pervert, I try so hard, so I focus on her face instead.

She starts walking away from me, towards the main door, before running out, she throws the screwdriver back and runs away. I try to run after her but to my surprise she hasn't left any scent behind. It's so strange, a wolf without a scent? I'm glad she is okay now but I hope to see her again. She seems like a badass.

I didn't even get to know her name.

Beatrice's POV

I can't overstay my welcome, he helped me, but that was it, I can't ask for more because I don't deserve it. I'm a nobody, I'm grateful he helped me, but I'm also afraid what if he turns out to be like Mason. What if he hurts me? I can't take it. For some reason, though, I feel pumped up to live my life again. Maybe something good might come out of it.

The moment I opened my eyes, I met His warm hazel eyes flecked with green and gold, filled genuine concern for me.

His brows were slightly furrowed, but his expression so soft. "You're awake," he said, his tone both soothing and steady.

I felt like someone other Maria the maid who raised me had genuine care for me. Part of me was delighted, but the sacred part won.

With my quick reflexes, I picked the screwdriver lying on the table and pointed it to him. He didn't even flinch, instead he smiled, something that amused me. Was it because he thought I looked ridiculous ?

I mean he stood there all tall and confident.

His jawline strong and well-defined, His skin smooth with a healthy, sun-kissed glow, hinting at time spent outdoors. Even in the dark, he looks radiant. I've always thought that Mason was gorgeous, but damn, this man right here is all there is.

His hair, a rich chestnut brown with subtle golden highlights, is slightly tousled, as if he’s just run his fingers through it. It falls naturally in soft waves that frame his face perfectly. His nose is straight, his cheekbones high and sharp, giving his face an elegant symmetry.

When he smiles : a rare, genuine smile, it lights up his whole face, creating dimples on his cheeks and making his eyes sparkle. His physique is athletic yet lean, broad shoulders tapering into a trim waist, suggesting both strength and grace. There’s an air of quiet confidence about him, as if he’s comfortable in his own skin but doesn’t feel the need to boast.

I run out, thinking that he would come after me, I let Nian take over, and I run back to the mansion through the kitchen exit and quietly head to the storeroom. Unfortunately, I find it closed. In my wolf form, I'm trapped, I have no clothes, and I can't access my clothes either.

Shit, what do I do?

Oh right, the laundry room.

Good thing it's in the opposite wing of the mansion, the party is still happening, so it won't raise any suspicion if someone sees me by mistake. But I prefer if I lie low. I hate being in the limelight because all it causes me is pain.

Nian tiptoes because I can't really transform, I've shown enough skin tonight, I mean that guy clearly saw me naked, I'm just glad he didn't do anything to hint that, and I had to pretend, but It was so embarrassing.

I hope I find some clothes in there because….

Nian pushes the door slowly, and it screeches open, but to my surprise, I'm not alone in here. I feel someone's presence, and not just one person. The door suddenly closes, and before I know it, I'm standing before two people, a gorgeous woman and a huge man. Nian recoils, but since the room is tiny, we hit the wall.

“Show your real self.” She orders, glaring at me. “ Don't make me repeat myself, okay, tiny wolf." She smirks.

“Don't make me hurt you, little wolf.” His voice almost shakes up the whole room. And the female giggles. I've never moved around freely around the pack, so I don't really know who they are.

Nian lets me take over,

“Jeez you are ugly.” It's the first comment I get from the guy and the girl giggles again.

“What should we do to her babe, I mean, what if she tells Mason about us?” The girl asks. I shake my head, I try to form words but the guy is too scary. He has a scar on his face, across his cheek, which makes him even more scary.

I don't want to die.

“Don't worry, she is just a nobody, my gorgeous Zahra.” He smiles, kissing her, as he turns to look at me, his face hinting danger. Chills run down my spine as he takes a step towards me.

Today may be my last day because death seems to follow me everywhere I go.