Chapter 05# Abducted or Soulmates?
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I tried to sleep. All the pain vanished when he hugged me from behind.
Is this what it feels like to be with my soulmate?
Marco’s hand moved. He was still holding me tightly even though it had been two hours since he’d fallen asleep.
Me? I hadn’t slept a wink.
How could I sleep when all the Pack members were still out there?
Then, just as my thoughts were wandering in every direction, Marco spoke.
“Why? Can’t you sleep?”
How dare he ask that.
“I need proof that they’re all still ‘breathing’.”
Marco chuckled. He thought this was ridiculous.
Holding back my emotions, I said, “I’m not joking, Marco.”
“You’re always overreacting. Alright, I’ll show you,” Marco replied. He took out his phone and showed me a photo. They were all at Sergio’s house. Marco’s guards were watching over them from the door. “They’re not hurt at all.”
Sergio’s face was visible in the photo. He was safe, but he looked worried.
“If I perform all the rituals, will they be free?”
Marco kissed my neck. “Right.”
I still had hope. Pablo was still out there to save me.
“Sleep, beautiful,” Marco continued. “It’s still one in the morning. We need plenty of energy for tomorrow.”
The gatherings.
Like the family gatherings in all horror movies. Scary and misleading.
What will they say when they see the two of us?
I whispered when I felt Marco had fallen asleep again. “If only I could be with my partner in a normal way.”
If that happened, I would live the life of my dreams.
Marco moved and he finished the sentence. “Forgive me if we’re together in an unusual way. I promise I’ll make you happy from now on.”
I wiped away my tears. “How can you promise that? I don’t even feel anything. We have to feel something to be a couple!”
“Shhh…” he said, calming me down. “Once the ritual is over, you’ll smell my scent and you’ll realize it. Be patient, Carlota. I’m asking you to be patient.”
“I can’t sleep no matter what. You’re the one who made me like this.”
Marco turned me over. Unlike me, he actually looked very sleepy.
“I’ve never felt this sleepy before. You’re the one who lets me sleep so comfortably. I’ll try to make you feel it too.”
I stared at his handsome face. How could he be perfect both as a human and as a werewolf?
His eyes were still golden.
Radiating triumph.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
That statement was the most emotional thing I’d ever heard in the middle of the night like this.
Even though it sounded cliché. Everyone had heard it before.
It was just me who seemed to have been living in a cave all this time.
“If you don’t want it, say so. I won’t force you.”
He is my dream man. No. He is every female werewolf’s dream man.
I’ve always heard stories about him.
I’ve always wanted to get to know him.
Now, he and I are in the same bed.
It feels like a dream.
I forget that for a moment.
But is this really real?
“I’m going to fall asleep, darling. That’s why I’ll do it even if you don’t answer.”
I want to answer. But he’s faster.
One of Marco’s hands cupped my face; the other held my hips.
He kissed me.
I felt it slowly.
The scent of woody and geranium filled my nose and mouth.
“Relax,” he said between those soft kisses. “I want to put you to sleep. This is my gift to you.”
The scent was intoxicating. Combined with Marco’s masculine scent.
Only he has this scent.
I’ve never smelled it on anyone else. But then again, I’ve never really have the skill to smell it myself.
Maybe Marco is right.
Witchs really do exist, and I’ve truly fallen under his spell.
He spoke again, looking at me with sincerity. “I dreamed of this.”
Really?
The almighty Marco Reyes, dreaming of me?”
It felt unreal.
I forgot everything.
Lulled by his touch and his breath.
My eyes began to close.
“Goodnight, my bride.”
Bride?
Then everything went dark.
I felt comfortable and safe, as if I were in a different world.
“Wake up, beautiful.”
That voice. No one has ever called me that. I always slept alone. No one has ever slept beside me.
Except…
I remembered.
I opened my eyes. I was greeted by Marco’s face, smiling at me.
His golden eyes were still there.
“It’s morning already. Everyone’s downstairs. We can have croissants—your favorite.”
I pulled the blanket over me, covering myself up to my neck. “How did you know I like that?”
Marco touched my nose. “I know everything about Carlota Alvarez.”
I pushed him away gently. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
Marco groaned. “For what?”
“Women have morning needs. Washing my face, for example.”
Marco shook his head. “You still smell good. You always do, sweetheart.”
He kissed my forehead, my nose, then my lips. His eyes were sparkling.
He was so happy.
I could feel it.
“I’ll wait for you. If you go downstairs alone, it’ll look really scary. There are so many of them. I don’t want you to feel alone. I’m always here for you.”
I was deeply moved for a few seconds.
Until I remembered Sergio and the others.
I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I looked at my face in the mirror.
The bite marks were still very clearly visible.
Everyone would recognize them.
I already belonged to Marco.
Marco reached out his hand. “Don’t go far.”
Marco stood in front of the bathroom door so I wouldn’t feel the pain. This time he didn’t forget how we had to stay close at all times.
I placed my hand in his.
We went down the stairs.
We saw the living room filled with all the members of the Reyes Pack.
They were strong, big, and tough.
Their faces showed it all.
The Alvarez Pack was nothing.
Absolutely nobody in front of them all.
When we arrived, everyone turned to look, without exception. Including a young woman. With beautiful, long black hair. But her eyes, unfriendly.
She was leaning against the fridge. She was talking to her friend.
“Everyone. Good morning,” Marco began. “You all know Carlota Alvarez. She is my bride and your future alpha. We’ve completed the first phase of the process. Carlota is now part of me and all of you.”
Soon, thunderous applause erupted. They all respected Marco’s words and greeted me with respectful gazes.
Except for a few people. I could feel the disapproving stares. But they remained silent.
Including that woman.
That woman with straight hair seemed fixated on the bite mark on my neck.
She wasn’t smiling at all. She looked sad and disappointed. Mixed together.
Her eyes also revealed pent-up anger.
I know life is never perfect.
Not everyone agrees on everything.
This could be a problem.
I’ve also gained another enemy this morning.
Hopefully, I can find a way out. Even though I have to stay here.
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