Emma was wide awake the whole night. Sleep didn't come to her at all. She kept on looking towards the curtained window and door now and then. Utterly afraid, that man would barge in and do what he hasn't done all those years back. Xander came inside his room only to find her wide awake sitting on the bed with her back resting on the headboard and eyes looking tired with dark circles underneath. She looked so damn pale. "You didn't sleep?" He asked her calmly to which she just blinked but then nodded her head softly. Getting up from the bed she walked out of his room and Xander didn't stop her. It was fucking bothering him what scared her this much? If they saw her at his home then they fucking knew who she was. And now her life was in danger. Calming his nerves down he started packing his stuff. Emma took a long relaxing shower. Which was much needed after last night's incident. The shower was necessary to wash away her memories. She took longer in there, trying to coax herself

Rain poured down at him washing away his blood which she could witness through the crackling of thunder light but what stopped her heart was there were no wounds on his chest or his forehead. Xander was like him! No! This can't be! She was hallucinating! She was already feeling hot, maybe her body was playing games with her mind. She tried to come up with gazillions of excuses to deny what she was seeing wasn't true but how long could she deny the reality that she was witnessing through her own eyes? He racked his fingers through his hair combing them back as his naked back flexed. He turned to look back and she immediately moved to the side, hiding behind the wooden wall. She was breathing heavily looking at nothing in the darkness. Her heart was beating so fast and her breathing was getting dense. ‘You are overthinking.’ She tried to coax her mind but who was she fooling? She had seen him kill that huge bear right in front of her eyes just in one go with his bare hands that

Dim sunlight invaded the insides of the dark room through a long slit on the velvet curtains. It was as if a heavy weight was placed on her eyelids that didn't let her open her eyes. Her body felt drained, tired, and crushed into tiny little pieces. The heaviness of her body was too much that it was difficult for her to breathe and then a soundless gasp escaped her lips when she felt sparks all over and at the same time, a tingling sensation erupts at a specific place on her neck. Her hand shot up as she traced the swollen painful area on her neck and just like that all the memories of last night came back. Her eyes shot open wide only to be met with the unfamiliar ceiling. She abruptly tried to sit but then a horrific realization dawned on her. A large heavy body was sprawled on her, pushing her body into the mattress. It took her a millisecond to recognize that familiar scent. Her heart sped up not in giddiness or excitement but complete dread. Her first instinct was to run. Emm

Emma was standing there in the corner of this foreign room like a scared kitten. Her tears won't stop falling. She felt betrayed. Used. Toyed. It was as if he broke her trust into gazillions of little shreds and nothing was remaining of it. She recalled how he promised to never hurt her and yet here she was. He bit her last night, the thought alone was terrifying enough. He saved her from those men. Her eyes widened in certain realization. She recalled how he instructed her to close her eyes at that time. He hasn't beaten those thugs, perhaps he has killed them, and now as she knows his reality, she can understand why he appeared untouched at that time. One by one each and everything started to clear up in her head. One thing after another was linking together. That wolf pendant he always wore. He mentioned that it was in his roots, and now she understands what he meant. When she asked him where they were going, he said; to the fantasy world. God! How stupid was she? Her hea

"Hmm?" He hummed in askance of his question. Emma meekly shook her head while trying to maintain distance between their chests from touching. "I... I'm not h... hungry." She stammered while looking at the wolf pendant on his chest. "You've two choices, doll. Either you eat it right now or I'll make you eat it." He said ever so calmly. Emma gritted her teeth in anger at her helplessness. She wanted to smack his head somewhere. Tie him up and beat him like a punching bag to her heart's extent. "I see, you chose the second option." He muttered, making her immediate answer. "No... no... I... I'll eat." She said hurriedly. Her heart was beating in her head, she was afraid that he might shift into his wolf form now. What will happen to her? "Good girl." He praised and forwarded her the plate full of pasta. Emma tried to stand up but his hold on her waist tightened making her eyes snap up; meeting his for a fraction of a second. "You aren't going anywhere, now eat." He said curtly, ma