WITCH’S EYES

04

The next moment he turned toward me, staring at me with that familiar scrutinizing look, and I was as fixed in place as a deer caught in the light, afraid to move a step.

Dominic walked over slowly and scanned me up and down. It occurred to me that I was wearing pajamas, which were probably a rag in his eyes. Although the clothes I usually wore were rags for him too, maybe much worse than that.

"What's in your hand?" He was asking about the basin and dirty clothes in my hands.

For a moment, I felt so ashamed to say this simple answer when it was clear that he had seen me in a wretched state so many times.

Dominic suddenly raised his hand and I thought he was going to hit me, so I hurriedly lowered my head. I did not expect his hand to go in the direction of the basin, and he yanked it towards him.

I subconsciously clutched the basin tightly and fought with Dominic. But the disparity in strength allowed Dominic to snatch the basin away and I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

This heavy fall made me feel like I was going to break my tailbone, and there were sharp little rocks on the ground cutting into the hands that were supporting me. I looked up at Dominic and the basin he was holding. A sudden gust of wind blew and Dominic looked down at me with a slightly dull look. It occurred to me then that he had seen my eyes.

No. No. No.

My secret had been seen by him and a great sense of fear crept up my spine and I could not stop trembling in front of him again.

I wanted to escape the scene in a hurry and was about to get up from the floor when Dominic suddenly crouched down.

I was still sitting on the floor, and he had his arm on my left side and his leg half-kneeling on my right side, holding me in his arms. The gesture was like a "Do not run" warning.

I could only helplessly shield my eyes with my hands, which he removed with a gentle but irresistible force. Then he ruffled my hair in what could be called a "gentle" manner.

It was the first time I had seen Dominic's face so close and suddenly I understood why so many girls broke their hearts for him. His brown eyes looked like melted caramel in the sunlight, his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips were pursed together as he looked at me intently. As Dominic got closer and closer, the smell mixed with ebony and cedar on him lingered on my nose.

I could only lean back as far as I could, but I could still feel the warmth emanating from his thick chest. He began to trace my face with his fingers and I subconsciously held my breath. I could clearly hear my heart pounding violently until he brushed my lips. "That is too close!" The alarm bell went off inside me and I could feel his warm and moist breath. So I started to struggle and Dominic came back to his consciousness like he was waking up.

It was like he took my warmth with him when he got up and he tossed the basin next to me. "You treat the trash like a treasure." And then he looked at my pajamas. "Do not ever go out with that crap again. No one wants to see your dried-up body."

I was relieved to hear him say that, but the shame came flooding back. I had barely had a few normal meals, and skinny as I was, I was a little girl in front of the sexy Victoria. And not to mention Dominic, who was definitely the tallest and strongest one in the pack. He wore his shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his thick and strong forearms, which was obviously proof that he had trained very hard.

In a panic, I picked up the basin and fled from the scene. Now I just hoped that Dominic had not even noticed my eyes, or that he did not talk to anyone about what happened today. If word got out about my eyes among the wolf pack, the consequences would be more than I could imagine.

Dominic's POV

Riverside was a secret base for me. Because every time I was at the training ground I could always hear people talking about me, and some of them would spread the word about my training to everyone, especially the girls, led by Victoria. I was very glad that none of them were my mate. Training by the river could prevent me from being bothered until I saw a skinny figure.

I had always seen this traitor's daughter lately, and she did not seem to see me yet, keeping her head down as she walked. I shifted my eyes to the river until she could see me. It was all too apparent to me that she took a violent step backwards the moment she saw me. She must be thinking of hurrying up and slipping away now while I was not looking, and I stifled the laughter inside me as I stared at her with a deadly stare.

"Childish." Amo, my wolf, taunted me in my head.

"But it's funny, look at the look on her face, like a deer caught in a high beam."

I approached the frozen fawn and that is when I could see what she was wearing. It was a rag, a rag she had put on her body. Her old clothes looked dirty as well, but this rag showed off her thin arms and legs completely.

Rarely, she smelled very nervous, more nervous than any time she'd seen me before.

My eyes went to the basin she was clutching in her arms. Was there something that made her nervous? The fawn was hiding some kind of treasure, which made the basin arise my great curiosity and I decided to snatch it up and take a look.

Surprisingly, she completely grabbed the basin and did not let go, which made me even more curious. I grabbed the basin out of her hand, I was probably using too much force, and she fell to the ground at once.

I looked at her funny face and was about to laugh at her when a gust of wind blew away the long hair that was covering her face.

Caught in the gaze of those mesmerizing green eyes, time seemed to stand still. They sparkled like ethereal emeralds illuminated by glow, casting an enchanting spell that held me captive. Never before had I witnessed such captivating beauty, an otherworldly allure that defied explanation.

In that fleeting moment, the eyes seemed to possess a mysterious power, reminiscent of ancient myths and legends. They held a seductive charm, akin to that of a siren, beckoning me towards the depths of their crystalline turquoise depths.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, I found myself irresistibly pulled in.