Did he know?
1181 Words
Zeke’s POV
She was gone.
I stared at the space beside me on the bed, my fists clenching as anger coursed through me. I didn’t even get her name or anything about her.
“I hate this curse,” I muttered under my breath, though a sickening part of me wondered if I was starting to enjoy it.
I dragged a hand through my hair as I sat up, leaning against the headboard. My gaze drifted to the window, and my thoughts swirled.
How did she find her way here? How did she know about the curse?
A frustrated groan escaped me as I ran a hand down my face. My perfect, unmarked face—untouched by the stress clawing at my insides.
At first, I thought it was her.
That it was the woman I had always held in the darkest corner of my heart, that I wanted body, soul and heart.
Even if she is the death of me.
But the woman last night wasn’t Rave. Their hair was different, their scent wasn’t even close. Yet, when I touched her…
I looked down at my hands, frowning as if they held the answers I sought. The memory of her smile flashed in my mind—Rave’s smile, not the stranger’s. Why did it feel like I was with her last night?
The thought churned inside me, stirring something dangerous.
A knock on my mind-link interrupted the spiraling thoughts. ‘Alpha Zeke?’ Dmitri’s gruff voice cut through.
I exhaled sharply, slipping out of bed and into my briefs. The cursed warmth from last night still clung to me, a reminder of my weakness. My wolf snarled in disdain.
“Come in, Dmitri,” I called out.
The door opened slowly, a creak that mirrored hesitation. Dmitri’s amber eyes scanned the room, likely looking for the woman. His raised brow only worsened my irritation.
“She already left?” he asked, stepping closer.
“She left before I could even figure out who she was,” I replied, flexing my arms as I sat on the bed. The muscle strain grounded me and kept my mind from wandering back to her masked face.
Dmitri crossed his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips. “So, let me get this straight. During your outbreak, a woman waltzed into your room, offered herself, and then disappeared like some kind of ghost?”
The mocking lilt in his tone made me glare at him. He quickly raised his hands in surrender.
Dmitri always liked to tease, but he was sure going to get his head sliced one day.
I am just being patient.
“She didn’t use the window,” I said, nodding toward the still-open panes. The curtains fluttered as if taunting me. “But she made it look like she did. Dmitri, I need you to investigate her. I want to know everything by dawn.”
Dmitri’s face fell into a more serious expression. “How did she even get past the guards?”
He knew the severity of the matter.
“She didn’t,” I said firmly. “It was like she just… appeared.”
“A witch, then?”
I shook my head. “No. She’s a pure werewolf. I could smell it.”
Dmitri’s eyes narrowed in thought, then lit up with a spark of humor. “What if she was a ghost?”
My glare was sharp enough to silence him. “Do you want to die, Dmitri?”
He laughed nervously. “Just saying! Okay, fine. What did she look like?”
“She wore black lingerie, a black butterfly mask, and nothing else,” I said, the memory searing into my brain like a brand. Her black hair, her red-painted lips... Damn it.
Dmitri blinked, stunned. “And no one noticed her in that outfit?”
I was even surprised by how quiet the night was when she came like the night was made for her and no one else.
“Figure it out,” I snapped. “She’s not just anyone, Dmitri. She’s playing a game. Let’s show her who plays it better.”
From the corner of my eye, I glanced at a door in the corner of my room. A cold smirk curved my lips.
It’s only a matter of time.
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Ravenna’s POV
‘You were almost caught.’
Vienna didn’t need to tell me, but I missed him, and his embrace was everything, and everywhere I wanted to be.
My heart still raced as I thought about how I sneaked out of his room. What I’d done was insane. Appearing in his bed, seducing him—it was reckless, dangerous… thrilling.
But I didn’t regret it.
After all, wasn’t this exactly what I’d always dreamed of? Being close to him, feeling his hands on my skin? I made it happen once again.
I would have to make a way to get that freaking curse out of him!
Yet, I couldn’t shake the lingering question: had he known? Zeke was always so aware of his surroundings. Did he know it was me? Or was he truly lost in his curse?
I wouldn’t truly know until I had observed him again.
I had to leave before he woke up. If he’d seen me without my mask, everything would’ve been ruined.
My plans for revenge would have gone down the drain.
Back in my room, I paced, biting my thumbnail nervously. My body ached, a reminder of just how rough he’d been. My c**t throbbed, and the thought sent warmth pooling in my belly again.
My phone rang, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Caller: “She’s fainted.”
Me: “Leave her on the floor. Good job.”
Caller: “We tried to keep her awake, boss, but she couldn’t handle the torture.”
Me: “You have done well, the drinks are on me tonight.”
A cold smile tugged at my lips. Satisfaction bloomed in my chest as I ended the call after a series of cheers rang through the phone.
Catherine deserved it.
I clenched my fists. There was no room for weakness now.
‘You’ve suffered long enough,’ Vienna, my wolf, growled in my mind. 'Revenge isn’t served with regret. It’s served cold, sharp, and merciless.'
She was right. Catherine’s torment was just the beginning.
It would have been easier for me to kill her just like what she did to me in my past life, but she not only killed me, but she killed the man I loved.
Just because she hated me.
So I will torture her soul, her heart and even her body, till all she can ever do is beg through her blood.
A sharp knock on my door startled me, drawing me out of my deadly thoughts. I quickly scanned my room, ensuring no sign of my second identity remained before opening it.
Zeke stood there, his furious eyes locking onto mine. His jaw was tight, and confusion flickered behind the rage.
My heart thudded. Did he know?
“What brings you here, Uncle?”
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