Chapter 3
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Isla POV
I couldn't understand the feeling. When he looked into my eyes, something within me changed. Fear gripped me, and also something else. I couldn't comprehend.
I paced my sitting room back and forth, the whole thoughts crashing hard on me. Anna sat at the other part of the apartment with a kind of concerned expression.
My life has been messed up. Nothing can help me at this point. He's the most feared, and the worst thing you can do is run away from him.
"So, what would you do now?" Anna's voice was laced with concern. I walked up closer to her, taking a spot by her side. My chest still raced, but not as hard this time.
My hands slowly met with hers. Both of us looking into each other's eyes like old-time lovers.
"Anna, I don't know. I'm lost in this web. It was a feeling, as if he could see through me. I hate it." She let out a sigh. Maybe one of confusion.
My eyes turned all wet. Tears were about to stream down my face. I hated being emotional. It leads me to a crazy deep depression-filled stage.
"Can you describe what you were feeling?" I looked up at her almost immediately. I cleared my throat.
"It felt like I could read his scent — it felt like I was made for him. At some point I wanted to strip myself naked and let him consume me." Anna's expression immediately shifted the whole air.
"What is it?" I asked, adjusting my position.
"Are you still having those weird-ass dreams where it feels like you're connected to someone, but you don't know the person?"
Anna's voice went more calm. It felt like something within her went dead for a slight second. It felt like she was scared. When Anna is scared, I shouldn't just be scared — I should be ready to die.
She's the pack's strongest female alpha and has never feared anything before, not even for a day. Growing up in a mixed world of both humans and wolves, she has been my role model and someone I look up to.
"Yes, and they have been more frequent than usual. What does it have to do with the whole situation at hand?"
A sly smile spread across her face. Her gritty hands grabbed my arm tight, turning me toward her direction.
"Do you know what this means?" She smiled. Hard and grinny.
I hated the fact that she held me so tight. It felt as if her claws were about to pop out and stab the living daylights out of me.
"You know when I got my mate….."
"Hmmm…." I reacted quickly.
Mate? Alpha Alaric my mate. It was something that couldn't even happen in many more years to come. I wasn't even in the same league as him.
"What! I experienced exactly what you're experiencing now, but in a much cooler way."
I freed myself from her hand, jolting up almost immediately.
Something in the air shifted immediately. My chest returned to being all heavy and my body shaky.
This was way much worse than what I had expected. I still couldn't wrap my head around everything that had been going on.
Alaric couldn't be my mate.
"You were experiencing the coolest thing — getting a chocolate scent anytime you're around him. But I don't even scent anything related to chocolate. I just scent something like burnt offerings!"
Both my hands went through my hair, fingers feeling as if they were pulling through every strand.
I remembered when she got her mate, on her 18th birthday, just the normal usual time every girl gets her mate.
"I'm an Alpha, remember. Things are always different with us." She stood up with the same sly smile and walked closer to me. Her breath brushing hard against my skin.
"Please, tell me it isn't possible."
She chuckled. But I couldn't read meaning into it.
"It's always possible, even though you're quite past the age to get a mate." She tickled me from behind but I couldn't smile. There was nothing to smile about.
Alaric being my mate was literally one of the worst things that could happen to me at this point in my life.
How could I stay with someone that enjoys harming people. That takes people's smiles away just to get pleasure.
Alaric is a devil in human form. A cruel soul that couldn't even believe me when I was telling the whole truth.
I gasped for breath, while she stood there with a smile that seemed locked to her face already.
"I don't like him. How can I reject it!"
Her expression changed immediately.
"Tell me you're joking?"
"No, I'm dead serious. Have you seen him before, like have you sat with him before? He acts and looks like a devil."
She laughed out as if I was making a whole mockery of myself.
"Anna, I'm being so serious now."
"You can't reject him. You haven't been marked yet and you still can't run away from fate!" She said with a stronger expression this time.
"I should have taken your advice. I shouldn't have gone to that foolish art show." I exhaled hard.
I looked around the whole room. My eyes landed on the window. A set of black tinted cars were passing by. I slowly walked closer to the window, lifting up the blinds.
"A…Anna……" Her name left my tongue, but this time very slow.
"Come and see this!"
My heart felt like it was about to run away from its cage. My anxiety level was increasing terribly.
Who were they? I stayed alone in this part of town.
"Is it him? Nah, maybe a government official!"
Anna's words sounded encouraging since the car had already driven further down the street. I gritted my teeth.
I walked back to the center of the sitting room. And then a loud knock came.
Anna and I locked eyes with each other. Hard and fast.
"Who's there?" I couldn't get my eyes away from the door.
The knob twisted slowly. My eyes widened.
"Hey, is this Miss Isla Rose's apartment?"
"Oh, no!" I murmured under my breath.
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