And like that he changed my pale complexion to snow white. I fell asleep and his words like bubbles kept chewing repeatedly in my head.Alpha Andrea caught me under his flaps and for once I forgot everything I felt. Just like yesterday, I was battling with the decision to make, making me look like a pumpkin. I'm glued to my bed and I sniffed his scent lavender and rich scent out of the bed sheet. Could I get over Andrea that easily? I realized he wasn't here, I pulled on my gown and ran to the living room. The packhouse was unnaturally silent like I've ever seen the activities that were booming around the pack house had stilled.Just then I recalled Andrea telling me that the wedding won't hold anymore, I ran back to my room, stumbling on the stairs before finally changing into something speaking to the eyes. I checked the kitchen again, I didn't want to conclude he had gone after Ramanov, but when I checked my pocket the letter was gone I started to tremble, 'could it… no it can't.'
"How are immortals created?" I asked the old woman as I followed her to her cabin, trying to think back to my history lectures from the alchemist. Perhaps with an amplifier? She didn't reply and instead walked to the room, she was faster than me even with her age and everything, it might be the gene. Good gene. "What are the things you see in your sleep?" She asked from the other side of the room and I groaned, squinting my eyes upon hearing her whispers. It was very unlikely it was the first time someone had picked interest in my nightmares, and I couldn't bring myself to fathom how it's related to finding a way to bring the tyrant down. "You said?" Sadly I could never insist on getting answers from a tight-lipped person like her, but as of the moment, there was nothing to be done. "I don't have all day, girl." She snorted, the old woman was very obscene and low tempered. She pulled out a chair for herself, it was of today she was not sitting in her regular spot, she was sittin
I waited for her, sitting reluctantly on the couch ideally the whole day doing nothing special, the old woman's gaze darted from me, and I peeked at her.The similarity was bready all over, it was only her turn-up nose and her arched brow that differentiated her from Ramanov, the wrinkles did somehow conceal their similarities starting closer it was obvious they were blood-related. My mouth couldn't hide the question that was boiling inside of me."You sure look like him, Ramanov." I finally opened up breaking the serenity lurking in her small cabin from the least of her floor to the stack of herbs that hung by the wall, who even uses herbs these days, the world has catapulted into modern science, and it looked like she wanted to keep the legacy of the best herbalist in history one day."Never mention that girl." Her grey lashes encouraged to my side with a tone that pierced like an arrow, she warned.No two ears were to hear she was the tyrant mother, and I understood her reasons, I
"I don't think you're welcome to do as you like." She said and her voice snapped him out then he turned his leg and walked towards the woman eyes glaring with aggressiveness. My heart that raced cooed a bit."Plotting against me, huh." He held her cheek between the pad of his thumb and index finger tightly."Have some respect, Ramanov." She managed to push the statement out of her teeth as they were clenched together."Lola, Respect? You have always failed, you should stay neutral and watch, getting involved will only ruin you." He said clenching her cheeks tightly and the woman glared into his eyes averting her gaze he poked his nose.Lola... So that was her name, she has such a beautiful name and I was surprised at the way he treated her, a piece of trash. No wonder she wanted to keep the truth locked away, they no longer treated themselves as families again, he was too wayward and ruthless for her discipline.It was a beauty to have lived long, but at times it can turn to pain and
Chapter thirty-twoAlpha Ramanov offered me his courtesy, I was still fidgeting, it was a choice I was forced to make, and yet the most important thing at the forefront of my head was still the debate on whether I should follow him. I took a step towards him and cliched my hands to his, I knew I was being insane."Promise you won't–"I didn't finish my sentence as he instantly pecked a kiss on my cheeks, I became red like tomatoes. All I could do was watch mutely.I didn't mind what he had going through his head but I wanted to forget Andrea, not make him jealous, that is if I wasn't just a fling, but I didn't know why I was been like this just a night ago I wanted to rid my self if him, I wanted to be just like a fling and now he treated me like one, I'm burning deep, it was an if he just slammed a door at my face.I knew I was nothing more than a valuable stock that would be traded the moment an opportunity arrives, I had surrendered to that long ago, nothing lies for me, nothing go
I woke up to Romanov piercing eyes staring at me from the desk where he sat ad if I've got sludge in my eyes, was I muttering something in my sleep?''What are you going here?" I raised a question feeling the startle in my bones.“You're staying in my room there's no need to be startled.“ He said gallantly with a smirk on his face as he moved and continued what he was doing.“In your room?“ I asked, the room was too luxurious and too dark like his personality, I wasn't wrong to assume it was porché. Wrapping the blanket tightly around my chest, as his intimidating gaze lingered on and on, “I'm not comfortable and convenient with— staying in your room.“ I let out rolling my eyes.And he chuckled again, will he ever stop being cunning and be serious for once, “you will get used to it soon, believe me.“ he chuckled again before returning to the book that lauds flat before him.“I will have them deliver lunch to you, while you recuperate your broken heart.“ He said as he dropped the ink i
It was a beautiful stroll through Ramanov's pack alongside with him, he never mention the name of his pack or anything and I wasn't too intuitive either, he was the kind of man, I couldn't describe, he brings the truth to you in concession rather than not talking at all.“What is your pack called?"“Hmmm…lets call it Ramanov pack or— " and I chuckled, his sense of humour was like painkiller and I felt its impact, he was way too good to be called evil or maybe bad people weren't just bad over night."Tell me, what happened to her?" My eyes went into heat as they collided with his.He said thoughtfully, and slowly he walked towards the railings of the building and rested his back against it. He was hot and handsome and his eyes pierced towards the garden, how come he didn't age, could he be a vampire, that was the odd thing the aura around him is very intimidating and it makes thoughts skip your mind, but if he chooses to lure those Luna it wasn't their fault, he was handsome humorous a
“That was quite insane,” muttered my wolf. Ramanov wrapped his arm around me holding my waist and dragged me out of the cage. It was the third time one of the creatures had reached out to me, and I couldn't scrabble the blocks together, it was either he was creating them or helping them. But from his side of the story, he was a scientist that tried to probe into their cell degeneration and did his best to cure the mutation. “It called out to me.“ I told Ramanov and he let out a chuckle, “That is not possible.“ He concluded as he ran his gaze through my elbow to see whether I was injured and if there is a scratch. “You should get that treated, once we're in the pack house.“ He said and his eyes were marred by indifference. “I'm fine.“ I said, if not for the beautiful emerald gown I was wearing that got stained, and the little stutter, trying to gain my feet and my breath to equilibrium, I was fine. “ I want to apologise, maybe I shouldn't have brought you here.“ He said, but the