Chapter 2: Silver eyes

I arrived at the address the professor gave me and stared at the gorgeous mansion. The sprawling estate looked like something straight out of a magazine, with towering stone walls, floor-to-ceiling windows, and perfectly manicured gardens surrounding the property. Luxury and power radiated from every corner of the magnificent home.

As I stepped inside, a woman rushed over to me. The elderly woman appeared to be in her late sixties, with silver-streaked hair neatly pinned into a bun. Fine wrinkles framed her kind face, and despite her age, she moved with surprising speed and energy.

"Doctor Miles?"

"Yes..."

"Come quickly!"

She grabbed my hand and pulled me along as we both ran toward a room.

"Mister Adam, the doctor is here!"

I looked toward the bed, and my stomach filled with butterflies. The man was cleaning the wound on his side, which appeared to be claw marks, and grunting in pain. Thick brown hair fell slightly over his forehead, framing a face that looked almost unfairly handsome. His sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and piercing silver eyes gave him an intimidating yet captivating appearance that was impossible to ignore.

"I told you not to call for a doctor!"

He glared at me, and everything froze for a second. His silver eyes stared into my blue ones, and a feeling of electricity shot through my body.

"Please help him."

The caretaker's voice brought me back to my senses, and I rushed over to the man.

"Let me do my job, and I'll leave."

I said directing my words to the man as I touched his arm, which made my heart skip a beat. The moment our skin met, a strange warmth spread through my entire body. It felt as though every nerve ending had suddenly awakened, sending waves of awareness through me. My pulse quickened, and for a brief moment, the world around us seemed to fade away.

"You're a werewolf."

Adam whispered. His voice was low and rough with emotion, carrying a note of surprise that mirrored my own reaction. The intensity in his eyes suggested that whatever I had felt when we touched, he had felt it too.

I ignored his comment and inspected the wound. A clear liquid oozed out, and I could smell wolfsbane in his blood.

"Shit."

I muttered under my breath and quickly dug through my bag, then prepared a syringe to extract the liquid. The man watched me quietly, and it felt as though his eyes could see through my clothes.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to remove your shirt."

"I got into a fight."

He explained as he started undoing the buttons of his shirt.

"I didn't know his claws were laced with wolfsbane."

I nodded as he pulled off his shirt.

His chest was covered in faint burns and bruises that clearly did not result from the fight. Broad shoulders, defined muscles, and years of disciplined training had sculpted his body into something that belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine. Even injured, he looked impossibly attractive.

He smirked as I stared at his toned abs while treating him.

"The wolfsbane has entered your blood. I'm going to have to heal you instead."

"You're a werewolf salutary?"

"Yes, now I need you to relax."

I held my hands over Adam's wound and closed my eyes. I focused and imagined his wounds healing.

Energy flowed from my hands, and the wound healed. The familiar sensation washed over me as warmth spread through my palms. It felt like drawing light from deep within my soul and gently weaving it into another person's body. Every healing reminded me of why I had become a doctor in the first place.

"Thank you."

Adam said so softly that I almost thought I had imagined it.

As I opened my eyes, I felt a bit light-headed and grabbed onto his arm to steady myself. The instant I touched him, Adam's breathing stopped. His muscles visibly tensed beneath my fingers, and his silver eyes widened for the briefest moment before he quickly composed himself.

"Sorry. Using my power takes a lot out of me."

I quickly let go of him and stood up.

"Please prepare a meal for the doctor and me."

Adam said instead as he looked behind me at the old woman.

"Yes, sir."

The woman quickly walked off, and Adam smiled at me.

"You must stay for dinner."

"That is very thoughtful, but I must decline."

"I want to thank you for healing me. Please... it's the least I can do."

My shift at the hospital was over by this time, so I would just go home and have a microwave dinner alone.

"I would love to stay for dinner."

I hear myself say as if I wasn't in control of my own mouth.

"Excellent. Let me just change my shirt, then we'll head down."

He stood up and walked over to the wardrobe. I couldn't help but stare at him while he wasn't looking. The muscles on his back flexed as he moved, and as my eyes traveled lower, they landed on his tight ass.

I wonder how he looks without those jeans on.

The thought entered my mind and I quickly shoved it away. What was I thinking?

Adam looked back at me and smirked as he caught me staring. My cheeks grew warm.

"Ready?"

"Yup. My caretaker makes an excellent stir-fry dish. You aren't vegetarian, are you?"

Adam led the way as we walked down the hallway. The hallway stretched endlessly before us, decorated with expensive artwork, polished marble floors, and elegant chandeliers that cast a warm golden glow over everything.

"No, I do love my meat."

"I guess that comes from the wild part of our kind."

"How could you tell I was a werewolf so easily?"

"Instinct, I guess."

Adam shrugged as we walked into the dining room. He pulled out a chair for me and pushed it in once I sat down.

"How long have you been practicing as a doctor?"

"Just over seven years."

"I've never met such a young salutary."

"My healing ability came to me earlier than it should have. At ten years old, I was already healing injured animals without realizing what was happening."

"Have you found your mate?"

Adam suddenly asked, changing the topic. His silver eyes locked onto mine with startling intensity. It felt as though he could see beyond my words, searching for answers hidden deep within my soul.

"Uhm, no. I wouldn't know what it would even feel like to find my mate."

I answered honestly, looking away from his magnetic gaze.

The caretaker walked in and placed a plate of food in front of Adam and me. The rich aroma of sizzling vegetables, tender strips of meat, garlic, and savory sauce immediately filled the room. Bright colors from the fresh ingredients made the dish look just as delicious as it smelled.

"Enjoy."

She beamed before walking off away, leaving us alone once again.

While I ate, Adam watched me and sipped his glass of wine.

"What would you like to know about me?"

The image of Adam's chest flashed through my mind.

"I noticed there were burns and bruises on your chest. How were they inflicted? I can't figure it out."

Adam smirked, and his eyes glowed with passion.

"Do you know what BDSM is, Doctor?"

"I know of it."

"The bruises are from whips and the burns from a lighter."

"Oh, I see."

I nodded and fell back into silence. My curiosity sparked, and I wanted to know more. Questions began racing through my mind faster than I could organize them. The subject was unfamiliar to me, yet strangely intriguing, and I found myself wanting to understand the mysterious side of him that he had just revealed.

"How does it work?"

I asked quietly, summoning up the courage to look back into his eyes once more.

Adam seemed excited that I was interested. A small smile played on his lips.