Maxon
1021 Words
I noticed a group of men surrounding him, he was struggling, while they beat him up, and he groaned frequently, because of the pain.
I noticed the guards were just staring at him, no one cared and no one even thought of helping him.
I clenched both my hands in a fist, then I started walking towards them, I couldn't see the man who was being beaten to a pulp, because he was surrounded. I hate to see the vulnerable being beaten like that, it makes me angry. so without a second thought, I lunched at all of them. oddly enough, my wolf was also enraged.
I channeled my strength and clawed and punched all of them to the pulp I wonder where I got the strength from. they all groaned in pain. so I managed to carry the man that was beaten earlier on.
I noticed all the guards had broad smiles on their faces, almost like they were impressed.
I didn't bother myself about them, because I was concentrative on the man I carried in my arms, oddly enough he was not heavy. I gently placed him on one of the seats and stared at him.
he had golden hair, it was not blonde but gold, he was skinny, but his physical features caught my attention.
he had green emerald eyes, with a pointed nose, and his thin, kissable red lips caught my attention, I found myself licking my lips when I noticed his lips.
I inhaled his deep manly scent, it was the mixture of fresh juice with wildflowers. God his scent was intoxicatingly good.
I found myself closing my eyes, I just wished to bring him closer and take a whiff of his intoxicating scent.
he was bleeding, so I immediately tore my dress and gently wiped his bruised face, I wish I could get ice to clean his bloodied face.
"ouch," he groaned.
"thank you for helping me back there" he leaned on the chair. I found myself being concentrative on each bruise, I noticed many people were looking at me. they were surprised by my actions. that's when I realised I was in public, I immediately withdrew my hands and adjusted my sitting position.
he gently opened his eyes and stared at me with his Hazel green eyes. damn, he was gorgeous, every feature screamed perfection, but the skinny features made him look a bit too awkward.
" you have been staring at me for a long, is anything wrong with my face?" he asked gently.
I didn't know I was looking at him longer than I had anticipated, so I immediately adjusted my throat and started eating, f**k the moment seemed awkward.
my wolf was awkwardly silent and It baffled me, "Nothing is wrong with your face, just... you're...hmmm" ' f**k was about to say eyes' I cursed Inwardly.
" yeah, I know I'm not that good-looking" Then he smirked, almost like he was saying the opposite. now I'm getting to see another side of him.
then he shoved a piece of fried meat and chewed it, before he forcefully swallowed the meat, almost like he hates meat.
" it's clear, you don't like meat," I said.
" no... it's not like I don't like meat, but not this kind of meat?" he said saddened. I was curious to know which kind of meat he was talking about, so I took the piece and shoved it down my mouth, when I allowed the taste to linger on my tongue, I spat it out immediately.
"is...is that ...a dog meat?" I exclaimed.
"yes..." he said nonchalantly. I found myself tearing up when I imagined those adorable dogs being brutally killed, just to serve as food.
I remembered how we once treated dogs with high esteem, they were treated very special in our pack, and anyone who killed a dog in our pack was talked more to thinking of making them as food for consumption.
he smiled, and then he gently wiped my mouth, and my heart almost leapt out of my throat, I could feel my heart beating so fast while looking at his eyes, his smile was beautiful despite the many bruises on his face.
they usually give time for prisoners to do what they like, and we would go hunting together, for a deer maybe. he winked.
my cheeks turned crimson red, how did he know that I love eating deer, that is my favourite meat, I don't mind eating it raw.
" How did you know that's my favourite?" I asked.
"Because I can smell you and I know that you are a wolf," he said nonchalantly. the man in front of him is very intriguing. a while ago he was a weakling, but now his eyes scream power and greatness. I think I'm just overthinking.
' no, you are not ' my wolf spoke for the first time. I let out a sigh of relief, I felt happy that I'm not the only one here.
but I caught a smirk on his face, almost like he could hear what I was saying.
' I think he could hear us' my wolf said. I narrowed my gaze at him, trying to scrutinize his features.
there was something about him that made cold shivers run down my spine but there was also something about him, that seemed like a beautiful flame, like knowing full well I'd get burned if I should touch those flames, but I was still ready to touch those flames anyway.
" is time to go to your cells" one of the guards commanded. many people stopped chattering, And I noticed the men I had beaten to a pulp earlier on were looking at me with a deadly glare, but no one was brave enough to come to me and fight like a man.
then the hazel green-eyed man stood up and started walking to leave, but before he could leave he turned to ask me.
"what's your name" There was that smirk that didn't disappear on his face.
" Matilda" I replied.
"I'm Maxon," he said before he left.
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