19|Did he just lick her?
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Dorothy paced through the room, her steps heavy as she frowned, her hand rubbing her chin in deep thought—thoughts that were immediately interrupted by the loud growl of her stomach.
She wrapped her arms around her midsection and sighed, dropping to the ground in defeat. She was so hungry. She hadn’t eaten anything all day, and all she could do was wander aimlessly, trying to keep herself busy since she couldn’t go outside. The last thing she wanted was to step out and find the devil of an Alpha waiting right outside the door, ready to chop her head off before she could say a word.
So now, all she could do was pace and pretend she was lost in thought about how her life might unfold. But no matter how much she tried, every scenario she imagined ended the same way.
Chop. Her life, over.
“Alya, I'm so hungry,” Dorothy moaned, but Alya didn’t reply. She went dead silent, a wave of anger brewing within her. Earlier, Dorothy had gotten so furious about everything that she had cursed Ace out so badly. When Alya had tried to offer some perspective, emphasizing how Ace was their mate and they should try to heal him, Dorothy had snapped at her, cutting off contact forcefully.
“Hey, I know you can hear me,” Dorothy hissed, but there was only silence in response. She sighed, standing up and dusting off her dress as she walked toward the window. An idea suddenly popped into her mind.
“Alya, wanna go for a run?” Dorothy said, her tone light. Instantly, the angry wolf, who had sworn to the goddess to ignore her human, purred and nodded eagerly.
“Yes! Yes!” Alya wagged her tail excitedly. “It’s been a while since we ran together. Thank you, Dorothy!”
“Of course, of course. I’m totally doing this all for you.” Dorothy waved her hand dismissively, flashing a smile. She lied through her teeth without blinking. The real reason she wanted to go for a run had nothing to do with Alya. She had been planning to hunt a little rabbit, smoke it, and finally satisfy her gnawing hunger.
That was a great plan, and hopefully, one that wouldn’t get her into trouble.
Dorothy stripped completely naked, and the sound of bones cracking filled the silence of the room. In a fluid motion, a majestic white wolf took her place, its fur gleaming in the dim light. With a swift leap, it bounded out of the window, landing gracefully before dashing toward the woods. The cool, fresh air ruffled through its fur as the wolf sprinted through the trees, savoring the freedom of the run.
But just as Dorothy disappeared into the woods, a knock sounded at the door of her room. Sofia entered, carrying a tray of food. She had noticed Dorothy hadn’t eaten all day and, despite the Alpha's orders to keep Dorothy confined, couldn’t bear to leave her hungry. Yet, as she stood in the dark, quiet room, she found it empty.
Sofia set the tray down, her brow furrowing as she looked around. Dorothy was nowhere to be found.
Meanwhile, Dorothy raced through the woods, her heart pounding with exhilaration. It felt as though her paws knew every corner of the vast forest, as if she had been here before. With each stride, she felt at ease, the thrill of the run lifting her spirits.
“Yay!” Alya felt the same excitement, reveling in the freedom of running in this part of the woods.
“This is way better than running in that damned pack. We don’t have to hide anymore,” Dorothy scoffed at Alya words, though she kept the thought to herself.
The truth was, they still had to hide. If they ran into Ace now, it would be the end of them. They couldn’t afford to be careless.
A slight rustling broke her focus, and she came to an abrupt halt, crouching low to the ground. Her heart raced nervously, hoping it wasn’t anyone—most especially Ace.
She honed in on the noise, listening intently, her ears flicking. After a tense moment, she squinted her eyes and saw nothing but a small, unsuspecting rabbit nibbling on the grass. Dorothy’s muscles relaxed, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth. It was perfect.
She could finally get that meal she desperately needed.
Dorothy was good at hunting. She used to go out and hunt whenever her aunt starved her, so this shouldn't be a problem. It shouldn’t be, but as Dorothy steadied herself, her stance low and guarded, everything seemed perfect. That is, until, just as she was about to leap, something—no, someone—a wolf leaped onto her, pinning her down..
A gasp of surprise escaped her as the force of the impact knocked the air from her lungs. Her sharp eyes darted around, but all she could see was the hulking form of another wolf, its weight pressing her down, its growl vibrating through the earth.
That wolf was the biggest wolf she had ever seen. Dark in colour that looked like night, his raw weight on Dorothy alone would have been enough to have killed her if the wolf wasn't holding back his strength.
The rabbit, completely forgotten, scampered off into the bushes, and Dorothy would have nearly yelled, “No! My dinner, come back!” if she wasn’t scared shitless at that moment.
Then, like a slap, Dorothy’s instincts kicked in. She struggled beneath the wolf’s hold, trying to twist free. But the wolf above her was strong—far stronger than she had anticipated.
The wolf leaned in, sniffing her neck, his eyes staring at her as if trying to determine whether the person before him was a threat. When she saw his eyes narrow into a glare and his mouth open, his fangs bared, she shut her eyes, bracing herself for what she feared would happen next.
She was a goner. The wolf would sink his fangs into her neck and kill her. Damn it, why did she have to meet a wolf as strong as this?
Her breath caught in her throat as her thoughts suddenly froze. Her eyes snapped open to see the wolf wagging his tail.
Did he just lick her cheek?
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