Runaway.

Lucille's POV

 

"I don't want to see him. He should return to the woman he was mingling with!"

 

The words came out sharper than I intended, and now my head was pounding even worse. Everything went quiet after that.

 

Had he finally given up?

 

"Just hear me out, Lucille..." His voice came out as a squeak. Muffled behind the doors but I could still feel how forced it was.

 

I was so angry I couldn't even think straight. I grabbed the lamp from my desk and threw it at the door. It shattered everywhere, and I heard someone jump back on the other side.

 

"You bitch! You will pay for the cost of that lamp," my aunt screamed, banging on the door. I just fell back on my bed and covered my ears with the pillow.

 

Everyone was just pissing me off.

 

After a while, it got quiet. I bit my lip hard. I couldn't cry anymore about this. What was the use of crying? When he...

 

He wasn't even trying to explain anymore. 

 

He just gave up and left, I could hear his feet pad against the floor as he left with my aunt kissing his feet in tow. 

 

That told me everything I needed to know - he never really loved me in the first place. He was just using me to get closer to Danielle.

 

How did I never see that before?

 

All of this mess got me thinking about who actually loved me. I'd been living my whole life trying to please everyone else when I could just run away from all of it. Find that freedom that had always been far fetched.

 

So that's what I did. In the middle of the night, I left the house. I almost broke my leg going down the stairs, but nobody heard me, so I was fine. 

 

The hotel I found was pretty far from home, which was exactly what I wanted.

 

I looked back once and actually felt happy for the first time in forever. The night air felt good on my skin, and I felt free. Like I could finally breathe.

 

But when I got to the hotel entrance, this huge bouncer blocked my way. I dragged a cool and calm gaze to him.

 

"Sorry, we are all booked for the night." He had this smirk on his face like he was making fun of me. They probably thought I was some teenager running away from home. Did I look that short to them? I checked myself from head to toe but there was no abnormality, I looked like a proper woman.

 

"But I checked online, and it said you had rooms available!" I showed him my phone.

 

He looked at it for a minute, then said, "Miss, the staff haven't updated everything yet. There are no more rooms."

 

I was so pissed off. I'd come this far just to be stopped at the door.

 

"That's a lie! Did Jacob send you? I have money to pay for my own room," I said, crossing my arms.

 

"Just run back home, little miss," he said, brushing me off. That made me even more mad. Little? I was going to be twenty tomorrow.

 

"I—" I started to argue, but someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see what they wanted.

 

But what hit me was the thick scent of cologne that smelled of musk and strawberry, my cheeks flamed because how tall was this guy exactly?

 

7? or 6’9”? I wanted to raise my head and look at the man but he spoke before I could.

 

"You are causing traffic," and I just froze. Who was this guy? 

 

His voice was thick, deep and stoic and the effect it had on me, caused something to hum in between my legs, I just had to swallow.

 

"I'm sorry," I said quickly in a soft voice, moving out of the way without looking up. When he walked past me, two other guys followed. But when the third one passed, I felt this weird cold feeling that made me shiver.

 

I looked up and met blue eyes. They were cold and distant, but he was looking right at me. Looking through me, almost. He was actually the one that had that nice smell because it was stronger when he passed.

 

I couldn't move. It was like being stared at by a wolf or something. Like I was prey.

 

"She is with us."

 

His voice was low and rough, and honestly, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard more better than the first guy that told me to move, his had that mesmerizing sweetness to his voice.

 

Who was this man? Why couldn't I move when he looked at me? I didn't understand what was happening to my body right now.

 

But I knew one thing for sure. This man was dangerous.

 

"What do you mean by 'she is with us?!'" the other guy yelled, turning to stare at him. From the way he acted, this blue-eyed guy was definitely the boss.

 

"I won't repeat myself," he said in that thick voice, and I looked down again. I could feel him staring at the other guy.

 

I took a chance and looked up again, and those deadly eyes were back on me.

 

"Um... Sir, my name is Lucille. I hope I didn't do anything wrong?" I asked nervously, trying not to bite my tongue while keeping eye contact.

 

"Ron," he said, then looked away and started walking toward the hotel. I just stood there.

 

Well, that was rude. I asked him a question and all he said was 'Ron.' Was that his name?

 

"Are you coming?" I heard his voice again, and I jumped and followed him like a scared kitten.

 

I might as well follow him. It was late, and if my aunt wanted to look for me, she'd never think to look for me with him.

 

"Um, sir, any room is fine for me, and I'll pay for it!" I started rambling as we walked along the hotel's hall, which I always do when I'm nervous.

 

I mean, why wouldn't I be nervous? This guy made me feel scared but also safe at the same time. But he was still a stranger. And rude. My pride was hurt, but then I noticed the other guy watching me.

 

"And what's your name?" I asked him with a smile, but he just glared at me and looked me up and down. Ouch. I felt like some kind of bug.

 

"Daniel," he said suddenly, which shocked me. So he could talk after all. I had to laugh a little.

 

"So noisy," Ron said, sounding annoyed, like he was telling me to shut up. I raised an eyebrow. Was he serious? I closed my mouth and followed quietly behind him.

 

He didn't even go to the front desk, just went straight to his room. I wanted to say something, but he ignored me until we got to his suite. Two big guys stood on either side of the door.

 

"We will be guarding here for the night, Alpha," one of them said, which scared me. I thought they couldn't talk. And why were they calling him Alpha?

 

"Are you sure you should be having this girl in your room? She could be a spy," Daniel said behind me. I rolled my eyes. Me, a spy? Please.

 

I couldn’t even kill an ant, how could I lay a hand on another human?

 

"She is my mate, what could my mate possibly do to me?" Ron replied, and I got more confused with every word they said.

 

"Mate?"