The Alpha and His Huntress (ON HOLD)

Six

“Love? You'll know it when you find it.”

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Lilliana

I was still in the room.

It wasn't a dream that I was in a pack hospital. Oh, and the alpha. He and all the things he made me feel must be real too. Perhaps, I was bewitched? There's no way any person could affect another like that. It was... So intense. Too much.

I sighed.

My skin tingled in awareness, causing my head to turn as it has a will of its own and my eyes landed towards the Lupus Pack's alpha, Silver Lincoln who was sleeping on a chair beside the hospital bed.

I stared at him, frowning. His arms are crossed over his chest, making his biceps flex deliciously as he lean back on the chair—wait what? Did I just say delicious?

Ugh.

I crossed my arms, mirroring him and lean back as far away from him as possible. I stared at him, watching his chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. How could he sleep so soundly with an enemy around? And why did he have to look so handsome? A few strands of his jet black hair fell on his forehead, just over the equally dark eyebrows. It has gentle waves on it, and it looks so soft. I wonder how it would feel to touch it. He looks like a sculpture of a perfect specimen.

And the jaw. Damn. I suddenly had the urge to touch trace it with my fingers. It was smooth. I bet he had just shaved it recently. My eyes zeroed in on his Adams apple. It looked more pronounce that the first time I've seen it. It would probably move when he gulps.

I gulp.

It's official. I'm crazy. Checking out my enemy is insane, but he's undeniably a sight to see. A painting can still be beautiful even with an ugly canvas. No one's here to witness my insanity anyway.

I shook my head.

I should think of ways to kill him while he sleeps not the ways to touch him. There's nothing around that I could use to kill him though. My weapons are gone. I suspect that they already disposed it since it's dangerous to their kinds.

Maybe I could choke him with my bare hands? The thought of touching him made the hairs on my skin rise.

What about the dextrose? I could use it to strangle him to death, but I doubt it would hold until he's dead. If only I have at least a pencil or a pen. I could use it to stab him through the neck and straight into his jugular vein.

I frowned even more.

Suddenly, his eyes flung open. Dark blue eyes stared back at me. I tensed. I would have averted my gaze, but what's the point when I'm already caught in the act? Instead, I shot him a glare, wishing I have some sort of superpower to kill him with one look.

“What? You're watching me sleep?” The edge of his lips twitched up, curving into a smile.

I snorted. “No. I'm thinking of ways to kill you.”

To my surprise, he burst out laughing. His laugh sounded as though came from his chest, so deep. I like the way it sounds. And his Adams apple moved just as I thought it would.

Someone had bewitched me. I wouldn't be like this if not. Some sort of nasty spell to make me like him.

Like him! Oh, the horror. I could only imagine how my family and my fellow hunters would think if they knew the madness that's running inside my head right now. My father would kill me himself, or maybe send me to a nunnery to save me from myself. All sense is starting to leave me. The only thing that's left was this girl who has the hots for the sexy alpha. Sexy!

Why? In my twenty-four years of living on earth, this is the very first time I've found myself so interested in the opposite gender. Only now. Only him.

“Care to share what ideas you've thought so far?” He asked, smiling. His eyes never left mine the whole time.

Your sexiness but opted for the other truth. “I thought about choking you with my bare hands, strangling you with the dextrose and stabbing you on the neck—you know, the jugular vein.”

He chuckled. “But?”

“But choking you has one out of ten success rate. The dextrose is not strong enough, and I have nothing to stab you with.”

He laughed again. “That's it?” The alpha even had the nerve to grin.

“Yes because your face is unfortunately too beautiful that it distracts me-”

“It is?” His eyes had gone dark, almost black.

Why did I say that? Stupid. I look away. The next thing I knew was that he was leaning over me with his fingers on my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. I held my breath as sparks spread all over my body.

“You might just succeed in killing me with your bare hands. Why not try?” His voice was low and his stare was so intense, I could feel it seeping through my bones.

It was suddenly so hot inside the room. My skin feels on fire. My heart thumped against my chest so hard, he'd probably hear it. He was so close that I could smell him. He smells like a mix of mint and some aftershave, but there was something else I couldn't quite point my finger at. I've smelled it before. It was causing fire in the pit of my stomach to burn brighter, stronger.

“What's this?” I didn't really know what I was talking about.

He seems like he knew though. “This is the mate bond. Don't fight it.” He says under his breath.

“Mate bond?” What's that? I've never heard of it before.

“Love.”

That one word froze me to my core. It extinguished the fire and my skin had gone cold as blood drains from my face. I pushed him away, glaring at him. “That's far more ridiculous than my being your mate.” I shook my head. That alpha is crazier than I thought.

Me?

Love?

Bullshit.

Silver frowned. “I'm telling the truth. It's love. That's what the mate bond is about.”

I snorted. “Love is not that simple. It's not some kind of instant thing that's suddenly there with a flick of your finger. It grows over time. I don't care about that mate bond thing, but this is not love.”

I've seen love from my parents. Theirs was a genuine one albeit not perfect. They had encountered problems, still does, but there's still that glint in their eyes that spoke nothing but pure love and adoration. It was something I vow to have for myself.

He gritted his teeth, looking offended. “And you know this? How?” He demanded. There was a hint of an accusation in his eyes.

“That's not any of your concern.” I snapped.

He growled. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

I gasp. The nerve! “I'm not obliged to answer that.”

He glared at me.

I glared back.

“Lilliana.” He warned.

I shiver at his tone. “Silver.” I bit back.

It became a staring contest on who would back down and submit. He didn't and I'd never. Ha. Stupid alpha thinking he could demand everything and expect everyone to follow. Too bad I won't tolerate it.

Silver

Stubborn woman. She refused to answer. I wanted answers—I needed it. My wolf was agitated by an unknown threat, and he didn't like it one bit. Whoever that man is, I need him gone.

“Say it.” I growled.

She didn't even blink. She simply raised an eyebrow. Then she sighed. “Can't you just leave me alone?” She says, sounding tired.

My wolf sensed it too, making his temper die down a little. Just a little. I still want to know. “Fine. I'll find it on my own.” I stormed outside and started to searched for Quinn.

I'll know whether she tells me or not and when I do, I'll have to eliminate any possible threat. If my little huntress thinks she can have a little happy ever after with someone else then she's way out of her mind. It's me she'll be having that happy ending with. No. One. Else.