Chapter003
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NOA'S POINT OF VIEW
The name of your pack is beyond me right now, and my voice remains quiet and tentative. The events that have taken place continue to resonate throughout my body. Three times. I've slept with Eitan Cohen three times this evening. I am perplexed as to how a routine massage became so complicated. However, I am certain that I harbor romantic feelings for the individual who is currently situated across my bed.
Eitan shows me a smile while supporting his head on his strong arm. His dark hair that falls onto his forehead and appears slightly damp with sweat creates a captivating effect on me. This Alpha must be the sexiest creature to ever walk the earth. The view of his muscular body, along with his rhythmic breathing and his subtle smirk, creates an effect where my body feels revitalized.
He observes my response attentively after saying, “The Oran Pack.” “Ever heard of it?”
Not good. What do I say? I simply can't reveal that I don't know how to distinguish between the packs. I’m a rogue. I know nothing. As soon as Eitan discovers my truth, he will hold me to the same judgment as the others. Most werewolves don’t respect packless wolves. And someone like him—a high-ranking Alpha? A high-ranking Alpha like him would likely feel disgusted once he discovered he had slept with me.
I swallow, keeping my expression neutral. Hiding my rogue scent is my strongest skill. Survival depends on it. Tel Aviv functions as pack territory where rogues face mortal danger.
"Nope, I don’t know anything about it." I manage to smile despite myself as Eitan remains unresponsive.
His brows pull together slightly. It's impossible to live in Tel Aviv and not know about the Oran Pack. We run this place.”
I keep my breathing steady. “Actually, I’m not from here. I've been in town for just two weeks, and I'm still gathering information about the packs.
Eitan observes me quietly while his focused look evaluates my every move. I brace myself for him to confront me about my lie, but he simply gives a nod. If you ever require assistance, please reach out to me or any member of the Oran Pack. We don’t turn anyone away.”
His words struck me unexpectedly. His actions show sincerity, which is not common for an Alpha. My chest tightens slightly.
“Thank you, Alpha,” escapes my lips before I can intercept it.
Eitan's lips twitched. Eitan extends his hand to brush my hair away from my face with his fingertips. His touch lingers, warm and firm.
His whisper breaks through the quiet when he says you don’t need to use his Alpha title.
My eyes lock onto his, and I search his expression for any clue to his thoughts. But he’s unreadable. He's a mystery that I can't seem to unravel.
My voice is barely audible. I ask him what name he prefers.
His smirk returns. “Eitan. I let you use that name because I have permission to call you Noa.
I feel my chest tighten once more, yet it’s not due to fear this time. I should be happy, right? He’s treating me differently than I expected. But I know it won’t last.
A heavy sigh escapes me. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
Eitan raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
I pause briefly before I push myself to speak. “I’m a rogue.”
His reaction is instant—surprise, then something colder. Disgust. The emotion flashes by in an instant, yet I detect it. Feel it.
He asks about my rogue status with a tone that reveals nothing.
I refuse to look away. “Yes.”
After examining me for a few extra seconds, Eitan quietly says, “That makes sense of why our bond feels so fragile.”
My heart pounds. “Say what?”
Instead of answering, he yawns, stretching. I can't help but feel ashamed as my eyes dart downward. His body is unfair. His body boasts sculpted abs, strong arms, and toned legs. My stomach twists with desire yet again, and it infuriates me.
I need to leave. Now.
I announce my departure before I leap from bed to find my outfit.
Eitan sits upright while running his hand through his dark locks. “You’re running away?”
I swallow hard as he shifts his position to expose more of his bare chest while I say, “No.” Distracting patterns emerge when dim light interacts with his muscular ridges. “I just think our fun is over.”
He watches me while his eyes rapidly scan over my body. Then a slow smirk appears. “Are you sure? I'm pretty sure you won't be able to walk straight after last night. Might as well stay for another round.”
Is he making fun of me? He’s probably just looking to have his final laugh before kicking me out. I know how this goes. He’ll reject me, pretending I don’t matter. That’s what they always do.
My expression hardens. “I’m fine without it.”
His smirk deepens. “Was the s*x not good for you?”
I shrug. “I don’t know... I’ve had better.”
For the first time, his expression shifts. Something flashes in his eyes. Anger? Annoyance?
“Better than last night?”
“That’s what I said.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Can he really believe he's the best s****l partner I've ever encountered?
“I lied when I said the s*x wasn’t good and crossed my arms.”
“Really?”
“Mhm. Not very memorable.”
His jaw clenches while a shadowy flash moves across his features. Then, his expression goes cold. The smirk vanishes. If honest communication is what you're after, I want you to understand that I am relieved you're leaving. While you may be my mate, I must tell you that you’re a rogue. I don’t want that. I must let you know that I reject you, Noa. I stand before you, Eitan Cohen, Ben-David.
The words hit me hard in the stomach.
“You’re rejecting me?”
His gaze is unyielding. “Do you feel it? That sense of loss?”
A pang shoots through my chest. I forced my face into a mask. “No.”
Eitan snorts. “Liar.”
“You’re so judgmental.”
“Still here you are.” His tone carries a sharp edge. “I thought you were leaving?”
“I’m going!”
“Good!”
I never believed this situation would continue for long.
His voice filled with contempt, he steps nearer, asking, "How could it?" Your deception matches your rogue behavior.
I refuse to allow him to see me break even though my blood boils. Putting on my clothes, I don't look back. “Goodbye, asshole.”
I ignore the curse Eitan whispers after me. Not anymore. The door slams shut as I race down the hallway with uneven breaths.
I won’t cry. I won’t let this hurt me. But deep down, I know the truth.
Nobody wants me.
I’m all alone.
The solution to this problem remains beyond my understanding.
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