CHAPTER 5
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Aurora's POV
The sound of his growl reached me from across the room. I turned around to look at him, guiding my eyes to meet his, which were burning with rage.
Why was he so angry? Just like he said I found a room for myself. But it looked like it was already occupied by another woman; there were flower vases, soft pastel curtains, a vanity, and other feminine touches to the room.
It looked pretty, so I couldn't help looking around. I was sniffing the fresh roses in the glass vase when he came in like he just walked into my murder scene, and I was holding a dagger.
I straightened my back, delivering a puzzled look. He was either completely uninterested in me or fuming at the mouth, demanding to know what I was doing; would it kill him to just speak to me normally?
“Did you forget? You said that I could pick any room I wanted…” I spread one hand to gesture to this one room.
“Well, I think I like this one, maybe I'll stay here and–”
“Over my dead body!” He declared, and something in his eyes told me that he meant every single word.
He marched over to me, encircling my arms in a grip that was strong enough to pull me without hurting me. All the while, he was red with anger; moments later, we were outside. He let go of my hand and closed the door.
“Never go in there again,” he said.
This man was something else.
“Why? Does the room belong to your lover?” That was the only thing that could explain why he was overreacting like this. But if he had a lover, why didn't you just marry her instead?
His eyes met mine, and I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I caught a flicker of grief across those eyes, and then they looked like a turbulent ocean ready to swallow me.
“I'm running out of patience with you,” he said, straight to my face without any hesitation at all.
I pressed a finger on his chest.
“You're running out of patience?” I exclaimed in disbelief.
“Then, what about me? How do you think I put up with you? When are you so unbearable? From the moment we met earlier in the restaurant, you have been a complete a*s, and it turns out you are even two-timing, too. Tell me, does your lover know that you've got another woman into this house?”
He suddenly froze; there was no reaction from him, just complete silence. I don't know what was more troubling, the ocean and his eyes, waving back and forth violently, or how it became unnaturally still in the second.
Suddenly, there was a soft pressure on my shoulder.
“Please, can you wait in the living room for a moment?”
Something told me to listen to this stranger; while I was unfamiliar with him, it wasn't the same with Zayne, whom he led away.
I stomped over to the living room, wondering if I was just inherently terrible at picking men.
Should I just leave?
Maybe I should; I couldn't be with a two-timer, no matter how desperate I was.
First, I would get my luggage, and then I’d leave. I haven't used any of his money yet, so all he had to do was tear up the marriage contract once he noticed I wasn't around anymore.
At that moment, I went and asked the maids for my luggage. They exchanged looks with each other, but nobody said anything to me. Unbelievable!
“Have you all suddenly gone mute? Where is my luggage? I'm leaving now!”
One of them finally spoke in a monotone, detached voice.
“Nobody can leave the mansion without the Alpha's permission,” she raised her head, “Especially you, Ma'am, you've signed the contract."
This had to be some kind of sick joke; luckily for me, I kept my cards on my person. Running a pack alone by myself had taught me to be practical like that; if they thought that holding my luggage hostage was going to be enough to keep me planted here, then they would be severely wrong.
Almost proudly, I turned around and made a beeline towards the front door, but the moment I tried to take a step outside, something like a strong wind immediately blew me backward, the blow hitting me unexpectedly.
None of the maids looked surprised; in fact, I think I saw one or two giggles as they had expected it.
What the heck? There was a barrier around the house? Does that mean I need his permission to leave?
“There you are,” once again it was that warm touch on my shoulder, and my frantic eyes met a man who had led my overemotional contract mate away.
“I would like to talk to you…Mrs Woods.”
It looked like those words were harder to say than for me to even hear. I followed the man, who was thankfully much more level-headed than his friend, and he took me directly to the living room.
As we sat across from each other, I decided to just spill my mind, hoping that he would find reason with me.
“So you want to leave?” He said thoughtfully, then ran his fingers through his hair.
“Honestly, I want you to leave, too.” He didn't say it maliciously; in fact, it almost sounded as if he was worried for me and his friend.
“But Zayne keeps insisting that you stay. I'll try to convince him otherwise, but for now, just try not to run away from him.” He took a deep breath.
“Sorry, I should have introduced myself first. I'm Doctor Cole, the park Doctor.” He didn't offer up his last name for some unknown reason.
“I'm Aurora,” I replied, feeling cheated somehow by this and trying to even say it out loud.
But there were more important things to address.
“Doc…”
“You can call me Cole.”
Gosh, how were two opposites like these friends with each other?
“Cole, do you know who owns that room? I think that the Alpha is two-timing,”
His eyes suddenly grew dark; “This is something only Zayne can explain to you, but trust me, the woman that owns the room…isn't in his life anymore.”
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