Chapter 4

Out of repulse, I push him off me and scream.

He smirks, just laying beside me, his palm on his cheek and his eyes glints with mischief.

"Stay away from me Zac! You disgust me!" I state wriggling my body away from him but he place his palm on my hip and drags me back to him.

"Is everything alright ma'am?" A nurse interrupts and I roll to face who it was with a soft pant.

The nurse looks bemuse as it's obvious she suspect I'm talking to myself.

"Yeah?" I reply as she clears her throat, stepping closer to examine me.

Just as she takes my palm, I feel Zac's finger twirling my hair from behind and his lips blows air on my neck.

"Get off me!" I order punching Zac on the face.

The nurse quickly takes her hand off as she staggers, widening her eyes at me.

"I mean..."

What's Zac doing to me?

"Please can I go home now?"

She flutters her eyes and then clear her throat. The nurse looks scared to approach me.

"Well, I was about checking you up on that...but"

She pause and then scan her notepad.

"You can go, but the Luna would like to see you first"

Mother?

I forgot I even have a mom because she was so focused to win the heart of Zac that I didn't exist.

She lets his dad treat me like trash and never objects, claiming it's discipline.

Somehow, I want to watch him in his depressed state, his panic and attempt to save Zac.

"I don't want to see her, please just discharge me" I petition and she swallows while shoving the notepad behind her.

Her eyes were beckoning on me to stay because no one defies the Luna. If she cares, she would have stayed by me and not Zac whose fate is already decided.

"Please nurse, I need rest" I add and it took a while for her to accept my request.

"Okay, but your guardian would have to take you home, can you give us a contact?"

Pathetic. She didn't tell them she's my mom.

"I have no one, I can go home myself" I sadly reply rising from the bed and waiting for her to disconnect the intravenous fluid from my hand.

The nurse bites as though constraining herself not to come forward but she discharges me.

The doctors are too busy to attend to me, their focus are on Zac. Am I wrong to wish him death?

I take a glimpse at him and realize he's standing adjacent me, I don't want to believe what's on his face is concern.

I don't want to believe he's looking wistful and it's not pity, it must be him excited that I have no one.

"Okay, miss you're free to go" the nurse conclude after a thorough check up on me.

She leaves and I'm in the room with only Zac who I totally ignore. I rise from the stretcher, sober that I'd be returning to my cage again.

"Shorty?"

Silence.

I quiet stride to the door and grab it's knob but his palm covers my hand and I direct my attention to him.

"I'm not helping you" I reply embittered with tears in my eyes as it's so hard trying to fight it.

He didn't move but only sigh.

"Just cry it out shorty" he suddenly said resting his back on the door.

"What?" I mutter, holding my tears back.

"Cry shorty, you'd only make your heart burn if you keep it in"

I can't say a word as the tears I tried so hard to fight back pours out from my eyes.

Stupid tears. They're just flowing down like he's controlling me.

I cover my face with my palms, cussing him. 

I run back to the bed, and bury my face on the pillow crying so hard that my eyes almost brawl out.

It hurts so much.

While I mumble, I feel his hand on my hair, on my back, stroking me mildly and even when I brush his hand off, he won't take it off.

After what feels like some minutes downpour from my eyes, I wipe my tears and rise again but sit back on the bed.

I know he's acting all nice just so I'd fix him. It's ridiculous why I'm the one to resurrect him when I have no idea what to do.

I want my revenge not helping him.

I exhale, use my thumb to brush the hair that covers my face back.

I can see him, sitting on the chair miles sits earlier.

"Let's make a deal shorty"

I blink at him, still wiping my face as my voice sounds like a whisper.

"What deal?" I question in a shriek tone. Zac steeple his fingers together. 

It's like his eyes searches my soul before saying;

"I'd make you popular"

I break into a giddy laughter and shake my head. He knows I'm mocking him.

But I stop as I find his deal might be worth it.

"How?"

"I'm a ghost wolf, for now, it's no big deal, even the family will recognize you"

That seems impossible. I don't want to believe but I'm falling for that.

"And miles will fall for me?"

The words just slip out as I curiously stare at him.

Zac's eyes widens in circles as he scoff and darts his eyes to the window.

His fingers scratch his thighs as he lick his lower lip subconsciously. He's nervous.

He and miles have the same features, it's ridiculous.

"Am I some genie, I don't make people fall in love..."

"Then you're not ready to come back" I point out, wearing a bossy facade.

Now he needs me and I'm feeling like a god suddenly. He throws his hands in the air, baffle and I can see a bright look on him.

"Wow, slow down shorty, I'd try"

I sit properly on the bed as we stare at each other in the eyes.

"We need a contract to complete this deal and Zac your life depends on this deal..." I pause and then scream at heart that I'm taking control.

The shock in his face is replaced by anger as he curl his fingers into claws.

"If you don't fulfill it, then you're dying"

"I'm afraid I have to agree to this shorty" he says stretching his hand for a hand shake but I slap his hand away.

"I have a name!" I yelled at him.

"Okay little fox, I hear you"

"Zac!"

Drelia 

"What? I like that name better" he tease using his palm to tuck my cheeks and I almost bite it off.

I roll my eyes as this doesn't even matter, I just want to see how he'd make me popular.

"And don't touch me, I don't like it!"

He roll his eyes and then say;

"Little fox, you'd have to chop off my hands for that but as long as we are partners now, I'd touch you"

He pisses me off, he has a girlfriend, many girlfriends that he'd do that to not me.

We aren't friends, not siblings but enemies who are forced to work together under circumstances.

"So when am I expecting this deal to kick off?" I ask standing on my feet and straightening my shirt.

"See me first little fox, I want you to look at me"