CHAPTER 3
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and punched him again—this time breaking his nose completely.
Then he turned to me.
“Let’s go, my mate.”
Before I could react, he scooped me into his arms and walked out of the pack house like a king carrying his queen.
The wind hit my face as he placed me gently on his midnight black motorbike. He climbed behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist protectively.
He didn’t say a word, but his actions screamed louder than any words could.
He drove fast, the road winding beneath us, the trees flying past. I rested my head on his chest, feeling safe for the first time in my life.
After a long ride, we reached a gate guarded by two warriors in silver armor. They bowed when they saw him.
“Welcome back, Alpha.”
The gate opened, and I gasped.
his estate… was like a palace.
There were fountains with glowing water, golden statues of wolves, marble stairs, and shining lanterns everywhere. Flowers I had never seen in my life lined the path. The house was tall, beautiful, and sparkling under the moonlight.
“Welcome home,” he said softly, lifting me off the bike.
He carried me inside, past guards and maids who all bowed to him. The air smelled like roses and rain. I was still trying to believe this was real.
“You’re safe here,” he said, putting me gently on a couch in front of a glowing fireplace. “This is your home now, Wren.”
He knelt in front of me again.
“I promise you, no one will ever hurt you again.”
I smiled, tears falling silently from my eyes.
Hunter stood up sharply. His eyes narrowed.
He walked to the window and opened it.
“Trouble.” He growled.
“What is it?” I tried to write, but before I could, he turned to me.
“I need to check something,” he said. “I saw something .”
My heart dropped.
He looked at his Beta, who had just entered.
“Prepare the guards. Keep Wren safe.”
“Who followed us?” I managed to write on the back of a receipt he had.
Alpha Hunter read it. His eyes darkened.
And then he said:
“Wren… stay here, don't open the door until I come back.”
After the howls stopped, everything went quiet again. Alpha Hunter returned but couldn't relax.
He stood by the window, watching the forest with sharp eyes. His Beta, Hugo, had sent guards to patrol the area. Still, something didn’t feel right.
Then suddenly, Hunter grabbed the side of his stomach.
“Alpha?” Hugo asked, stepping closer.
“I’m fine,” he growled low. “It’s nothing.”
But I saw it.
The way he winced.
The way his hand pressed tighter against his ribs.
The blood.
There was a cut. Deep. Hidden under his shirt.
I rushed to his side, my fingers brushing his hand. I looked up at him and shook my head gently, then pointed to the wound. He looked down, a soft smile forming.
“You worry too much,” he said quietly. “But I’ll be fine, Wren. As long as you’re by my side… I’ll heal.”
But I didn’t believe that. Not fully.
Later that night, in his massive bedroom, Alpha Hunter walked toward the bathroom. I followed him without saying a word. He looked over his shoulder and raised a brow.
“You want to help me bathe?” he asked.
I nodded.
He chuckled. “You don’t have to, little Luna. I can manage.”
I shook my head again and gave him a look that made him sign in surrender.
“Alright. But don’t blame me if I pull you into the water.”
The bathroom was like a dream.
There was a giant tub made of white marble. Steam rose from the warm water. There were rose petals floating on top and soft lights glowing along the edges.
Hunter removed his shirt slowly. I looked away shyly, my cheeks heating up.
But when I turned back, I saw the wound clearly. It wasn’t just a scratch. It needed care.
He stepped into the water, his muscles flexing slightly as he sat back with a low sigh. The warm water eased some of his pain.
I took a deep breath and stepped in after him.
He looked surprised. “You’re serious about helping me, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
He leaned back against the edge of the tub, letting me get closer.
The moment I touched his skin, he tensed. Not in fear, but something else. Something deeper.
My hands moved slowly, washing the blood from his side. I used a soft cloth, gentle on the wound. He didn’t speak. He just watched me, his eyes intense, like he was seeing into my soul.
The air between us became heavy… but not in a bad way. In a way that made my heart race.
“Wren…” he whispered.
I looked up.
He reached out and tucked a wet strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers brushed my cheek. Water dripped from his skin to mine.
“I’ve never had anyone care for me like this,” he said. “Not even when I was a boy. I didn’t know what it felt like… to be touched with kindness.”
My throat tightened.
I leaned my forehead against his chest. His heartbeat was strong. Warm. Safe.
And for a few moments… We stayed like that. Just two broken souls in warm water, holding each other like we were the only two people in the world.
His lips brushed the top of my head. My heart felt full. I didn’t want to ever leave this moment.
The warm water surrounded us, and the scent of wild pine and soap filled the air. Alpha Hunter leaned back in the tub, his eyes half-closed as I gently rubbed his back with the sponge.
He looked at me and gave a small smile. “Thank you, Wren… for helping me with my bath.”
I shook my head softly and signed, "We're mates. It's okay."
He stared at me for a long moment, then spoke again, voice low. “Are you really okay… being mated to a cursed alpha like me?”
I froze for a second.
I touched my throat and signed slowly, “I’m cursed too. That’s why I can’t speak.”
His golden eyes flickered with something…
“You too?” he whispered.
I nodded.
He took a deep breath and said, “My curse… it’s turning me into a beast. My wolf, Fenris, he's taking more control over me every day.
I looked at him.
He didn’t really look like a monster to me.
He's gentle. Kind.
I touched my chest and thought to myself, I can’t imagine someone so kind being the beast people call him.
Then he turned to face me, serious now. “I know this sounds crazy, Wren… but I think you’re the key. You’re the key to breaking my curse.”
My eyes widened.
“Maybe,” he added, “when we’re bonded… maybe your curse will break too.”
Could it be possible?
Could my voice come back?
Could I be normal again?
My heart started racing. I wanted to believe it. I wanted to hope.
But Alpha Hunter wasn’t finished.
He smiled again, softer this time. “But before we talk about bonding… I want to know you better. Do you have any hobbies?”
I nodded and began signing.
I mimicked turning something with my hand. Stirring. Mixing.
He tilted his head. “Cooking?”
I smiled.
He grinned. “What are you cooking? Looks like you’re beating something… eggs?”
I took his hand and showed him how to turn his fingers like I do when whisking eggs.
He laughed, a deep sound that made my chest feel light.
“You’ve turned my fingers into a fork!” he said, chuckling.
I covered my mouth, laughing. He stared at me, surprised.
“You can still laugh even though you can’t speak?” he said gently. “I like your laugh. I want to hear it more often.”
His words made my heart flutter.
He was so kind.
And I…
I was so soft around him.
Then he leaned forward, brushing my wet hair over my shoulder.
“Turn around,” he said. “Let me wash your back too.”
I turned slowly, my cheeks warm even though we were already in the hot water.
I’ve never felt like this before, I thought. I feel strange… but it feels so good.
His hand moved gently, slowly and careful,
But just as I closed my eyes, I let myself relax…
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