The Alpha and His Huntress (ON HOLD)

Eight

“A rose. Beautiful, but touch it and bleed as red as it's petals because nothing beautiful is easy to attain. Thorn runs the length of it, guarding it from malicious admirers. If one really want it, then endure the pains of attaining it.”

...

Lilliana

“Did you like your room?” He asked.

I wanted to say no just to spite him, but I can't. It's too beautiful. He must have seen the answer on my face because his lips twitched.

“It's called the Rose room. My mom, she loves flowers—a lot, and she said that I should make one as beautiful for my mate. So I did.” He says, looking straight in my eye. There was a certain softness in his voice that told me not to ask about it. Besides, I've read it somewhere that the late Alpha and Luna of the Lucan Pack passed away a year after Silver took over.

I look away and cleared my throat, hoping he'll talk about anything else. I wanted to say that I was sorry for his loss but being a hunter, that would only sound insincere. But truly, I do feel sorry. His mom must have been a good Luna.

“It's fine.”

It was more than fine actually. The room, just as the name implies, is all about rose. The walls are white with a barely visible hint of red blush decorated with lightly carved roses and vines with thorns on it that was almost unnoticeable. Every furniture, from the vanity table to the bed, there's a touch of rose gold at the edges. The bed was snow-white and as soft as cotton candy, making me feel like I'm lying in a bunch of clouds. On the ceiling, there was a huge white rose that was outlined with rose gold. The light was in the middle of the huge rose.

And the curtains, even the curtains has roses. It was white and thin, but there was an intricate rose on it's lower part. Everything was just... Rose. It was beautiful. I love roses. Of all the flowers there is, it was my favorite and much as I hate to admit it, I fell in love with the room the moment I stepped inside it.

Now, hearing that his mother had suggested about the room, it just felt even more special.

“Have you seen the rose garden in front of the terrace?”

My head snap back to him. “I haven't.” I did not dare step outside. It was cold since it was almost winter now.

He chuckled. “You should look. This will be your home from now on. Feel free to roam about.” There was no hint of insincerity in his voice.

Weakness.

That's what I saw.

...

He shouldn't have let his guard down. Silver was giving me free reins inside this pretty little cage he locked me in. Much as I appreciate his thoughtful facade, I'm not falling for it.

And that was why I was now holding a kitchen knife as I hover above him as he slept so peacefully. I held the knife closer to his neck where I knew it would cause the fastest kill.

“You've made the wrong decision of saving me.” I whispered.

It was enough to wake him up. His eyes opened. Shock registered in his face then it was gone as soon as it came. Seeing me, despite the knife on his neck, I felt him started to relax beneath me. He even put his hands at the back of his neck. “Good morning to you too.” His eyes went down to my lips, to my arms that was on the side of his head, to my body, and to my legs that was on either side of his waist.

Only then did I realize how inappropriate our position. But then again, what was more inappropriate than having a knife on someone else's neck?

That single moment of distraction and hesitation caused me failure.

In one swift move, our position was switched. I was now beneath him with an arm holding my arm with a knife and the other propped beside my shoulders to keep his weight off me. His lower body, however, was preventing me from moving. I was completely trapped under him.

I failed. My mentors told me to never hesitate. To never think twice before making a kill. As long as it's a werewolf, there was nothing to consider, they say.

And I failed that.

I shot him a glare but focused it on his forehead. I refuse to look at him, afraid to get caught within his blue orbs like I always do. The proximity is causing my heart to beat a little too fast. I start to feel overwhelmed by his presence and the sparks that feels like it had electrocuted my whole body, making me feel so alive.

Our eyes met.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. My skin felt like it was on fire, and his warmth was only making it burn even more.

And I was caught. This time, not only by his eyes but also by the overwhelming feeling he's evoking from me. I was helpless under his spell—frozen by his mere presence.

His eyes darken. It was not blue anymore. It was pitch black, making me nervous. Is his wolf in the surface? A growl vibrated from his chest.

I froze.

“Get off me. ” My voice came out hoarse.

He didn't move.

I tried to push him away, but it was futile. He was too heavy—too strong. He didn't even budge. I saw the way his eyes are. Silver's far gone beneath those darknesses that his eyes had become.

Damn it. “Hey. I can't breathe. You're heavy!” His full weight was now on me. He was no longer keeping himself up.

Still nothing.

When his fangs started to appear, I start to panic. What the hell is he doing? Is he... Going to bite me?! No s**t. “This is not funny anymore. Get off me!” I pushed and squirmed, but he wasn't moving. Not even an inch.

“Silver!”

He blinks once, twice. Then he opened his eyes again, it was back to its original color. The sight of his deep blue eyes eased away my nervousness. Somehow, it made me feel... Safe. I certainly like this better.

Shock registered in his face. He looks down at me as if only seeing me there the to our bodies and how he was lying on top of me. He blinks again, looking back up at me.

I shot him a glare. “Get off me. You're too heavy.” It must have been my voice because his eyes starts to darken again. “Silver! Damn it.” Thankfully, it returned to its normal color almost immediately.

A grin spreads on his face. The guy even chuckled as though amused with the situation I certainly don't find entertaining at all. “I'm sorry.” But he didn't sound sincere.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

Suddenly, Silver pushed himself off me. I scurried to get up, but he picks me ups on his arms instead. My arms automatically went around his neck. Our eyes met again, but I look away before I get sucked in.

To my surprise, he carried me all the way to my room and gently puts me down in front of the door. “Don't do that again. I won't be able to stop myself if you are that close to me again.” He says.

I don't understand what he was saying, but before I could comprehend it, he spoke again.

“I'll be cooking breakfast.” He said before turning around and walking away.

I stared at his retreating form, noticing only then that he was wearing nothing but a boxer. It took me a few minutes to gather my wits and entered the room. As I closed the door behind me, I sagged on the floor, wondering what had just happened. My knees felt weak, and I fell with a thump. Ironically, I felt like I fell farther and harder than that.

...

Later that morning, we ate our breakfast in silence as though I hadn't tried to kill him just earlier—as if nothing happened. It didn't help that the guy can cook. I shamelessly ate to my hearts content even after what I did, and he let me. My mind is more confuse than ever. For the first time in a long time, I've felt conscience for a werewolf.