My Human Wolf

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Chapter 3

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Her POV

I stumbled out of the pack hall, my legs weak, my chest tight, every step heavy like I was walking through thick mud. My hands shook, my stomach twisted. I could still see her, Alaric with that other woman, and feel the heat of his laugh burning into me. I wanted to scream, to hit something, to throw everything I owned at him… but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I just needed to get away.

I walked blindly, not caring where I went. My mind was a storm of anger, betrayal, shame, and hurt. Every thought of Alaric , every memory of his promises, felt like a knife twisting in me. My chest ached. I had trusted him. I had loved him. And he had… used me.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, something caught my attention. A car. A real car. Sleek, Alaric , shining even in the dim light of the pack lands. My eyes widened. Horses. Wagons. That’s what we used here. Not cars. Not anything like this.

I stopped and stared. My mind refused to process it. My body was shaking. My feet hurt. My hands hurt. I was exhausted. I didn’t think. I didn’t plan. I just… opened the door and slid inside.

The inside was warm, quiet. Soft leather, polished metal, the smell of something new and clean. I sank into the seat, letting my body collapse a little. I just wanted to rest, even for a moment. My head was spinning. My mind was screaming.

And then I saw him. The man in the driver’s seat. Calm. Strong. Hands on the wheel. He glanced at me, and my heart jolted. There was something about him… something I couldn’t place. His face looked so familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen him before.

“Who… are you?” My voice was weak, barely more than a whisper.

He tilted his head, a small, almost teasing smile on his lips. “I’m sure you’ll ask that question twice,” he said calmly.

I frowned, confusion curling inside me. “Please, Who are you?” I asked again, more insistently this time.

He didn’t look annoyed. Instead, he answered quietly, firmly. “I am Mr. William.”

William. The name hit me like a thunderclap. William. The CEO. The one whose company had always competed with Sterling Group. I had heard his name, read about him, studied his company. Pictures. Interviews. Business magazines. I had never seen him in real life. Only in photos. And now… here he was, in the middle of the pack lands, driving a car that shouldn’t even exist here.

My head swirled. “What… what are you doing here?” I asked, trying to make sense of it all. “And why… why are you taking me in your car? This… this isn’t the way back to my world. Where… where are you taking me?” My voice shook, a mixture of fear, exhaustion, and something else—something I couldn’t name.

He glanced at me briefly, then returned his eyes to the road. His hands moved with ease, his calm presence somehow grounding me. “You look tired,” he said quietly. “I thought it would be better if you rested for a while.”

I wanted to argue, to tell him I didn’t know him, to demand answers. But my body was heavy, my muscles weak, my mind too full of pain to protest. I barely had the strength to lift my hands.

Then he leaned slightly toward me, reaching over to click my seatbelt. His fingers brushed mine. Just a light touch, but it sent a shiver through me. It was careful, almost protective. The kind of touch that didn’t demand anything but offered safety.

“You’ll be fine,” he said softly. “Just rest. I’ll take care of you.”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to yell. I wanted to tell him I didn’t know him, that I couldn’t trust anyone. But the exhaustion in my body, the pounding in my chest, the ache in my head… it won.

I let my eyes close.

The hum of the engine, the steady movement of the car, the warmth of the seat, the faint safety in his voice… it all pulled me under. My thoughts slowed. My chest, still tight with hurt, began to loosen just a little.

And then… I slept.

For the first time in hours, maybe days, I let myself rest. I let myself forget Alaric , the betrayal, the pain. I let myself be still, let myself be cared for, even by someone I didn’t know.