Chapter003
1397 Words
Maverick’s POV
“GET HIM”
“CASCATE HIS d**k”
I heard the outroars of the audience in a corner, outside the ring, screeching at me to damage the opponent. My opposition was a strong-willed monster, lunging at my jaws at every chance he got. As soon as the second round was audited by the ring announcer, out of fury, I threw a punch at his bloodied lips, and I was satisfied by his loud groan.
Being a spectator to my opponent’s anguish brought a tier of euphoria to me. Under the pretense of a defeated cry, I spun the game around. As the hairy man bared his fist to my face, I effortlessly dodged to the right and landed a hard jab to his ribs, rendering him gobsmacked. He childishly attacked me once more, but I dodged all his efforts.
We began to go around the squared circle as our combat intensified with tallied stubbornness. I momentarily parried off a punch to my head with my upraised arms and gloves and returned it to his head and, strangely, that worked the trick.
He was down and I was proclaimed the winner.
“THE CHAMPION IS THE MAD DOG!!”
I can smell the scent of my sweat and taste the blood on my lips, as victory engulfed my soul. I wasn’t the only happy one, but my ravenous wolf too.
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“Mr. Reed, we must take the earliest flight back to Milan. You promised.” My assistant, Mr. James, came forth ranting all about some unfulfilled promises like a dog. I intend to stay in Rome for a while and take this voyage as a "boxing moon".
“Mr. James, as I mentioned before, I will not step out of Rome until after a week. Quit irking me, or I will snap your head off." I growled in displeasure.
“But Sir...”
“Remember I am your Alpha first before your boss, so I will urge you to save the suggestions to yourself." I alerted dominantly.
“Yes, Alpha”, he answered back in complete submissiveness.
I patted the end of his back and said “Take the car, we are about to go on a hunt for food.”
He appeared to have his eyes restricted and, I swear, I could see the hues of turbulence in his silvery-hazel eyes. At the crossroads of arguing with my sense of humor, I tackled first “I will not repeat myself. Listen to your Alpha."
“I… Yes Alpha." He bobbed his head down and ambled farther away from me until he was out of my room.
That unappreciative beta!! Can’t he see that I need a space to breathe, amidst the rivalry of attention to my pack and company? I was a greedy man who cherished money more than anything, and whatever routes to fill my pocket, I would face.
I washed the bloodstains on my body and got changed for the night.
Throughout the car ride, my beta was in a foul mood regarding my expedition and I didn’t care. Last night, news of an invasion of my pack was sent to my email. My beta must still be pissed by my ignorance.
Well, it was his problem, since I had made up my mind not to contact anyone, and leave no trace of my flight.
Exhausted from the boxing game, I silently inclined my head against the seat and darted my scenery outside the car. Quietly, I succumbed to the weariness and shut my eyes tightly.
Voices of screams, of pleas, and curses of mothers rang in my head. Abruptly, the picture of a woman came to my mind as she was stabbed in the stomach by me. The delight of her death was painted over my face, and right there, an intoxicating scent evaded my nose.
My eyes twitched open.
“Alpha, is anything the matter?” My beta asked as worry etched on his face. I mandated him to cease the car, which he obliged, and deftly, I went out of it.
I surveyed the territory but was met with an emptiness, yet the smell was so freaking near.
“Mr. Reed, are you all right?” The irritant of my beta’s cry earned him a growl from me, my inner wolf about to rip out of my chest. Like a lamb, he cowered with a whimper and disappeared from my sight.
That was better. Now, I can find this person.
The scent had become invigorating, drawing me into the in-depth of its magnetism. I scrutinized around, but the more I took a step forward, the intensity of the scent ladened. I skimmed my fingers through my neatly-combed hair, and ran the other hand to my trousers, in an attempt to release a cigarette from its pocket.
Basking myself into the moonlight, I mocked my fate as I lighted the cigarette in between my lips and dragged it slowly. My footsteps aligned with my heartbeats as I trudged into devoid alleys, one after the other.
Now, where could you be, naughty mouse?
Playing hide and seek with me.
“Help me” I undoubtedly heard the cry of someone, virtually about three feet away from my position. The stench of the scent was tailored firmly and beguiling, laced with dread and prejudgment.
“Help”
Just like that, the mouse herself placed itself right at the mercy of the wolf, I thought.
A swell of hindrance from her predators got my wolf angry. Possessively, as the mouse ran into my arms, I dictated her emotions, and subtly belted my hand around her waist.
Carefully, I tossed the cigarette to the ground, to stable her against the fences of the dark alley. I slammed my hands over her soft lips, and a lament crept through my wolf to my chest.
This mouse was indeed captivating.
I felt her try to fiddle out of my embrace, and with force, I gritted my teeth to warn her,
“Shh! Keep still." Maybe because of my words, she craned her neck to stare at me, but like a little mouse, drooped her head back to the ground.
Was she shy?
“Who are you?” The proximity of her seductive voice marred my ears, and her touch ignited sparks of profound electricity.
Incapable to withstand her oblivious seduction, I outlined my fingers to her crestfallen face and dabbed two of my fingertips to lift her chin, so I could prey on her face and lips. I latched in on the distance between our faces, in an endeavor to ravage her soft lips.
A meter away from her lips, as I brushed my nose with her pointed ones, I saw the most beautiful set of golden midnight eyes as blue as the sea. She was tipsy and gorgeous. Her scent was a mixture of wolf-bane, blueberries, and cinnamon.
“You smell heavenly, young woman,” I said frankly as my eyes bore deep into hers. I was about to lean nearer, to finally taste those lips, when her attention changed course from me to those measly humans.
“THERE SHE IS! WITH A MAN”
My mood swings were not something I am proud of, and knowing that somebody else captivated the attention of my person, my woman, I was infuriated. The fear I reeked in her only fueled my bad temper, virulently.
Those tactless men surely prayed for early death.
To think this idiotic taut mouse in my arms was afraid of the wimps, pest in my eyes.
Thinking of ways to torture my propounded toys, my heart skipped a beat as I felt something wet trace my lips.
She sure was a sly mouse.
A peck?
I heard her whisper to me, “Per favore, Aiuto! Puo aiutarmi?”
The mouse was truly provoking the wolf. She sure had the guts.
“Gladly,” I ascertained. A deep grin contorted my face.
“Princess, make sure to close your eyes and ears. Song of the night shouldn’t get to you.” I chuckled.
My night had just gotten interesting. I released her from my arms and, with the blink of an eye, I transformed into my wolf, Silver.
My wolf tore their skins in a rage. He was vexed and blinded by the inequity of his woman. His female.
His Mate.
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