Chapter 8 Blaze’s care

Blaze sighed in secret, a faint smile on his face. But he kept his excitement hidden in his heart and preserved his nonchalant demeanor.

"That’s good." He took a quick look at her. "Go change your clothes. I'll send you breakfast." He walked out.

Triana watched him leave, her mouth agape.

It was the same Blaze who called her a rogue and accused her of being the assailant. He didn't think twice about imprisoning her. Then, as if by magic, his behavior changed. Blaze, who suspected her of being a rogue gang spy, offered her to join his pack. He even talked to her politely.

‘Something is fishy.’ Triana arched her eyebrows, tapping her chin with her finger. She needed to find out what was on his mind. She shrugged and headed to the closet.

It was a massive closet, with one side stuffed with male items and the other half crammed with female stuff.

Several pairs of stilettos were meticulously arranged on the bottom shelf, while the upper shelf was packed with expensive handbags and clutches. A variety of long and short gowns were hanging on the hanger. Various cosmetics, perfumes, and jewelry boxes were strewn around on the other end of the closet.

Triana felt a sense of envy when she saw Alma’s belongings occupying Blaze’s closet. She wondered why Blaze hadn't yet thrown away Alma's belongings. She was eager to know if Blaze still had feelings for his ex. Her heart twisted at this thought. But she ignored the growing discomfort.

"I don’t care," she murmured as she looked back at Blaze’s things.

After taking a long look at his shirts on the hanger, Triana took a grey sweater and put it on. It was too large for her. The sleeves were long enough to reach her fingertips, and the hem fell to her thighs.

"As of now, it would do," she mumbled. "I’ll ask Blaze to bring some clothes for me."

Knock-Knock…

"Come in…" Triana walked out of the closet and saw a maid enter with a tray full of food.

The smell of the grilled bacon watered her mouth. Her stomach growled loudly. Only then did she realize how hungry she was. She hadn’t eaten anything since the day before yesterday. She licked her lips and proceeded forward, her gaze fixed on the tray with bacon, toast, scrambled eggs, and a glass of orange juice.

The maid’s eyes widened when she saw Triana. She put the tray on the coffee table. "Alpha sent you breakfast," she murmured.

Triana gave her a warm smile, but the maid frowned and scrutinized her from head to toe. Triana lowered her gaze to herself. She figured out what the maid was thinking. Her smile started to wane gradually.

"You can leave," she said coldly.

The maid bowed instinctively and left.

Triana sat on the sofa and began to eat. She ate everything in the dish and drank the juice in a matter of minutes.

In the meantime, Blaze entered. Triana stopped drinking and peered over the glass at him.

Blaze froze, his eyes fixated on her. He stared at her from head to toe, mouth agape. He skipped several beats when he saw her in his sweater. He moved his gaze down to her smooth, round thighs.

‘Fuck… Is she trying to seduce me?’

Blaze couldn’t pull his eyes off her thighs.

"Ahem…" Triana swallowed and cleared her throat. "Um… Thank you for the food." She put the glass on the table.

Blaze shifted his gaze to her face.

"The dresses aren't in my size," Triana explained. She didn't even try on the dresses, yet she claimed they didn't fit her. "So, I put on one of yours. You don’t mind, do you?"

"No." Blaze shook his head. "I… um… will buy you some clothes." He turned around and hurried out.

Later that day…

Triana paced around the room, her eyes moving towards the door from time to time. She wanted to go out and get some fresh air but hesitated.

"Why is he taking so long?" She hissed. "Didn’t he say he’d bring my clothes? Did he forget about that?"

Triana paced a few more times, chewing the insides of her cheeks.

"I can’t stay locked up anymore." She stormed out.

As she walked down the hallway, she ran into Moana.

Moana gaped at Triana, her pupils dilating. Her heart twisted when she saw her in Blaze’s sweater. Her hands curled into tight fists.

Triana wasn’t bothered by her hostile look. She walked past her, holding her chin up.

"Don’t be so happy," Moana grumbled. "Alpha will never take an interest in you."

Triana ceased her steps and turned back to her. "You are wrong, my dear." She gave her a sly smirk. "Look at me." She pointed her fingers towards herself. "Blaze allowed me to wear anything from his wardrobe. This proves he likes me."

Moana gnashed her teeth, her eyes ablaze. Her wish to beat Triana up didn’t come true in the dungeon. On top of that, Blaze took her to his bedroom. Moana was so mad that she wanted to scratch her face.

In the meantime, she saw a servant leaving Blaze’s office with a tray full of empty glasses. A vicious thought crossed her mind.

"Don’t be delusional," she sneered. "Alpha is only trying to be nice to you. He will never take an interest in a rogue." In a flash, she pushed her back.

Triana staggered and collided with the servant. The tray and the glasses fell to the floor.

Clang-Clang-Clang…

Blaze and Gayle walked out of the office with several pack members. Everyone halted and gazed down at the strewn shards of glass on the floor.

"Alpha." Moana rushed to Blaze. "Don’t scold the servant. It’s not his fault." She pointed at Triana and complained, "This rogue pushed him."

"What?" Triana exclaimed. "I didn’t push him. You pushed me on him. Ask him."

The servant trembled when he saw everyone’s gaze on him. He peeped at Moana, who glared at him. He immediately drew his eyes down to the floor. "This rogue pushed me," he murmured, his voice faltering.

"Why is everyone lying here?" Triana shouted, throwing her arms in the air. "Blaze. I didn’t push him." She stared straight into his eyes with hope.

Blaze’s eyes were burning with rage when he noticed Triana had come out wearing his sweater, displaying her long, slender legs. His rage grew as he noticed all the males in the hall staring at her as if she were a piece of meat. He gripped the carrying bags tightly in his palm.

The fury in his eyes made Triana think that he didn’t believe her. She assumed all the gentleness and care he showed in the morning were phony.

"I didn’t push him," she shouted again. "Do you hear me?"

Blaze approached her with lightning speed. "Gayle, clean up the mess before I come out," he commanded vehemently. "You are coming with me." He grabbed her wrist and dragged her along with him.

"Blaze." Triana tried to draw her hand back but couldn’t free herself from his iron grip.

Moana smiled triumphantly as she saw Blaze drag Triana to the third floor. She expected he would harshly punish the rogue.

"It’s your doing, isn’t it?" Gayle asked, poking her head.

"No," Moana denied it straight away, pouting. "You heard the servant."

"Huh…" Gayle faked a smile. "As if I don’t know you." He poked her on the brow. "Do you think you are smart? I can see right through you."

"Brother…"

"Go to your room," Gayle hissed, cutting her short.

Moana stomped her feet and walked away, sulking.

Inside Blaze’s room…

"I said I didn’t push him." Triana finally yanked her hand back. "Why don’t you believe me?" She gave him a scorching glare.

"I believe you," Blaze fumed. "Look at yourself." He stared at her from top to bottom. "Why did you go out wearing this? Can’t you wait a while?"

Triana retorted, "I have been expecting you for so long. I got bored." She pouted and turned aside, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I had to attend an urgent meeting," Blaze hissed. He held the paper carry bags up to her face. "Take these. Check if these fit you."

Triana took the bags and peeped inside. She found a variety of colorful undergarments in one bag, multiple dresses in another, and cosmetics and perfumes in a third. She pulled out a pink bra and looked at it with a gaping mouth. The cup size was too big for her.

"Holy shit," she mumbled. "Don’t you think you overestimated?" She gave him an inquisitive look.

Blaze blushed instantly. He averted his gaze, rubbing his nape. "I don’t know much about women’s clothing," he muttered. "Alma used to buy her stuff on her own. Besides, I don’t know your size. I bought every size that was available at that store."

Triana stared at him, her jaw falling apart. Her lips slowly quirked into a smile. "This is your first-time buying women's stuff!" She said with astonishment. "So sweet of you, Blaze."

Blaze felt awkward. He stole a glance at her. "Let me know which size fits you." He dashed out.

"This man is not as callous as I thought," Triana murmured as she walked into the closet.

Later that night…

Triana kept staring at the bed, chewing the insides of her cheeks. She'd spent the entire day exploring the pack. After nightfall, she realized she’d be sharing a room with Blaze. She was now terrified that Blaze would insist on sleeping with her on the same bed. At the same time, she was furious.

The packhouse was so big, with numerous rooms. But Blaze forced her to stay in his bedroom rather than arrange for a separate room.

"The intention of this man is fishy," she murmured, sulking.

Creak…

The squeaking of the door made her jump. Triana took a few steps back instinctively when she saw Blaze closing the door behind him. She stared at him with wide eyes, swallowing the lump. She took another step backward as Blaze approached her, one step at a time.

Triana's legs collided with the bed, causing her to sink into it. Her heart started beating faster with every step Blaze took towards her.

Blaze stood right in front of her, staring straight into her eyes. He then leaned slowly toward her.

Triana blinked nervously, clasping the bedspread. "Blaze…" Her voice was just above a whisper.