Chapter 2
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I saw 3 big men walking towards me and trying to block my way.
Oh, my God. They are not ghosts.
I prefer if they are ghosts, at least ghosts can't hurt humans. That's the theory I got when I read a few articles on the internet about ghosts.
I ran to try my luck to take advantage of the small gap between them. But one of them gripped my arm tightly to make me wince.
“Look, Spike. She's a beautiful bartender at the Palm bar.”
Said the man who has a slightly bent nose.
His friend who had a Spike haircut grinned at me while answering, “Yes, she used to decline an invitation to dinner with us, grin.”
“Goddess Fortuna is on our side tonight.” The last man shouted with loud laughter.
Shit.
“Let me go!” I shouted when I rebelled, pulling my arm hard.
“Geez. Why you're such in a hurry, is your mother looking for you? Take it easy, I'll ask permission tomorrow. After I return you.” The word crooked nose was followed by laughter from the two friends of him.
“What do you want? Damn it! Let me go, I have no business with you guys.” I shouted angrily.
“Then let's do business between us, beautiful women.” The man named Spikey moved his face towards me and my hand reflexively slapped his face before it got too close.
“f**k you!” He roared while slapping my cheek hard. I feel like crying, in pain and in fear.
When the nose twisted forward to separate me from Spikey, I saw someone pulling it back and beating his fist without stopping. Spikey let me go and tried to help the crooked nose followed by another man who seemed gaping for a long time watching the scene.
Who is he? I mean, a man who hits a crooked nose. I could not see his face clearly. What I do know is that he has a pretty big and tough body because now Spikey and his friends are trying to defeat him together.
Crooked nose groaned in pain caused by several severe blows to his face and stomach, though the last man was still in the grip of the mysterious man. Then I heard a few words that made me freeze. Blanched instantly and made my heart flutter.
“Don't touch her. She's mine, asshole!”
Oh! No.
My blood flow seemed to stop and my body froze to hear it.
I'm sure the voice came from a tough man. And I don't know what that means because I'm very sure I don't have a lover right now, I even met him for the first time.
Bad thoughts come in my head. Thanks to a number of stories that my friends often tell, at least I know about werewolves who find their soul mates in strange ways.
According to legend, the Werewolf got a soul mate since they were born, and they will immediately recognize their soul mate just by seeing or smelling their scent.
I will ask my friend, Sara, to explain this in more detail, but now I must try to escape from here.
Pathetic, isn't it, if I were to be a werewolf soulmate? My intention came here to look for my sister, not to find a life partner especially from a different creature.
I turned to see the situation, the crooked nose was lying on the road. Only Spikey and his friend were still trying to defeat him.
I turned to run toward my house as fast as possible, everything blurred. The old buildings along the road, the asphalt I trampled on, the wind that hit my face, everything felt unreal. What I thought was just running as far away from the man as possible.
Damn, damn, damn it.
Why did I leave the house? This is all because of Lexy, If she doesn't tease Mr. 'an unknown man' I'm really fast asleep in my bed now.
I felt my body stop and pull something hard. I was shocked, panicked and also trembled. He is chasing me.
How could it be? Then I remembered that he could be a werewolf. In fact, he is very likely to be a werewolf. Considering that he defeated the three men easily, I was not stupid and knew immediately that he wasn't someone that I can beat.
Fighting is not a good idea.
I gave up, stopped running and faced it. Besides, I really can't run, my lungs feel dry and seem to stop functioning.
“What is wrong?” I asked breathlessly. I need to exercise more, apparently. Remind me to do exercise every morning if I am still alive tomorrow.
This man hugged me tightly while snorting something in a foreign language that ended with a word that I understood.
“My mate.”
Right?
I know it will be like this. Thanks to the people who talked about the legend. I tried to calm myself and my breath.
“What do you mean? I'm sorry, but I have to go home soon. “I tried not to confront him and tried to let go of his arms where my efforts only made his arms tighter, and he lowered his head to my neck.
“Excuse me, sir?” I moved my body harder.
“You are mine.” He said in his soft but firm voice. He looks into my eyes. From here I know he has the darkest brown eyes I have ever seen.
And his face is handsome, very handsome.
The important thing is, I guess right. This man is Werewolf. And according to him, I am his soulmate.
"Maybe you're wrong, sir. I do not know you. And I have to leave immediately. By the way, I really thank you for your help. "I replied with a face I forced to smile calmly.
He shook his head a sign of disagreeing. "You have to come with me."
My head shook his head involuntarily. "I have to go home." I replied firmly.
He turned around with his hand still hugging my waist and raised his hand to the light source a few meters from us.
I saw the light source moving slowly, now I just realized that the light source was a flashlight from the car.
He pulled and told me to get into the car. Wait. What does this mean?
I pulled away from him with all my might and walked back away. But he persistently dragged me back until I got into his car.
"What are you doing?" I asked hysterically.
"Take you home."
I frowned and prepared to protest the answer as he pulled my head over his chest and kissed my head gently.
"Shut up. I won't hurt you, you can rest your body now. "
Hearing his words I felt a little calm, somehow but I could feel that he wasn't a bad guy and he wouldn't hurt me. I just hope my feeling is right.
"You owe me an explanation." I whispered weakly.
"I'll explain everything. Sleep, you are tired. "
And without realizing it I was indeed tired and fell asleep quickly in his arms.
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