Chapter 8 : The Night out
1092 Words
Liliana’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror for nearly thirty minutes.
Checking myself again and again.
Changing clothes.
Then changing again.
And again.
This was my first time going out with an Alpha, no, not just an Alpha… the Alpha Darian.
Of course, if we weren’t going out, he wouldn’t have asked me to dress up, right?
Right?
But still… I didn’t know where he was taking me.
What if I overdressed?
What if I underdressed?
What if he wasn’t taking me anywhere at all?
Maybe… just maybe… this was another one of his strange ways of testing me.
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.
“Why am I overthinking this?” I muttered to myself.
After what felt like forever, I finally settled for something simple. Casual. Safe.
Nothing that would draw attention.
Nothing that would embarrass me.
When I stepped out of my room, Darian was already waiting.
Sitting patiently on the sofa.
Like he had all the time in the world.
He looked up the moment he heard my footsteps.
And for a second… his gaze lingered on me.
Just for a second.
But it was enough to make my heart skip.
Did I dress badly?
Or… did I actually look good?
“I’m ready,” I said softly.
“Alright.”
That was it.
Just alright.
One word.
I blinked.
That’s it?
He raised a brow slightly.
“Yes?”
What was I even expecting?
“Nothing,” I said quickly.
Then I couldn’t help myself.
“So… where are we going?”
“You’ll know when we get there.”
“But—”
“No but,” he cut in calmly as he stood up and walked toward the door. “I told you, I don’t like questions.”
I sighed softly and followed him.
Outside, a sleek black car was already waiting in the driveway.
The guard quickly opened the door for us.
I wanted to ask again.
I was curious—too curious.
But I held myself back.
I didn’t want to see that cold, unreadable look on his face again.
During the ride, neither of us spoke.
Not a single word.
It wasn’t torture.
But it wasn’t comfortable either.
It was… strange.
How could I sit so close to a man I was afraid of… and still feel somewhat safe?
It didn’t make sense.
Maybe it was worse because we didn’t talk.
No wonder people called him cold.
Very cold.
Very distant.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.
What was even his zodiac sign?
Definitely Aquarius.
It had to be.
Our eyes suddenly met.
Caught.
I quickly looked away, pretending I wasn’t just thinking about him.
“Do you have anything you want to tell me?” he asked.
My heart jumped.
“N-no… nothing, sir.”
“Okay.”
And just like that, silence returned.
Soon, the car stopped.
I looked outside
And my eyes widened.
Cinema?
He brought me to the cinema?
“You brought me here to watch a movie?” I asked, still unsure if I was seeing things correctly.
“Yes.”
“I…”
For a moment, I didn’t even know what to say.
“I heard you watch movies and listen to songs when you’re feeling down,” he added.
“You heard?”
“Yeah. Most people do that.”
Then he added casually, “I booked the entire hall.”
My eyes widened even more.
“The whole… cinema?”
“So no one will bother you,” he said simply. “And I got these.”
He handed me a bag filled with snacks.
My favorite snacks.
My mouth literally fell open.
“Wow…”
I didn’t even try to hide my excitement.
“Thank you, Darian.”
“Hm. You’re welcome.”
“You’re such a nice guy.”
“Well… not really,” he said calmly. “It affects my wolf when someone in my house is sad.”
I blinked.
“What?”
So… he did all this because of his wolf?
I didn’t know whether to laugh or just accept it.
But honestly…
I didn’t care.
At least, for once, I could breathe.
At least, for a moment, I could forget everything.
And as he said…
I was happy.
Truly happy.
Even if the world outside was still waiting to crush me, this moment ,this one hour, felt like peace.
We didn’t talk during the movie.
Or maybe I should say…
I was the only one watching.
He spent most of the time on his phone.
At first, I wanted to be annoyed.
But the movie was too interesting.
So I let it go.
I focused on the screen.
On the laughter.
On the emotions.
On anything that wasn’t my reality.
By the time the movie ended, I had finished almost all the snacks.
“You look happy,” Darian said as the screen faded to black. “I guess you enjoyed it.”
I smiled.
A real smile.
“Yeah… I did. Thank you, Darian.”
He nodded once.
“Alright. Time to go home.”
“Sure.”
We stood up and started walking out.
For the first time in a long while…
I felt light.
But of course—
That feeling didn’t last.
My phone rang.
I froze when I saw the name.
Dad.
My chest tightened immediately.
My dad never called for anything good.
It was always the same.
Blame.
Insults.
Curses.
Anger.
My heart dropped.
Wait…
The post.
He must have seen it.
I quickly declined the call.
I didn’t want Darian to know the kind of family I came from.
But the phone rang again.
And again.
“Pick it up,” Darian said calmly.
I froze.
“Huh… I… okay…”
My fingers trembled slightly as I answered the call.
I already knew what was coming.
“Hello—”
“YOU SHAMELESS AND DISGRACEFUL DAUGHTER!”
I flinched.
His voice was loud.
Sharp.
Full of anger.
“Get over here right now!”
I closed my eyes.
Yeah.
I expected that.
That was what he always called me.
Shameless.
Disgrace.
Failure.
I grew up in a family that treated me like I was nothing.
Like I was a burden.
Like I didn’t deserve kindness.
And then I got married…
Only to be treated the same way.
A father who saw me as trash.
A husband who treated me like I didn’t matter.
I let out a soft, bitter laugh.
What a life.
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