CHAPTER 7
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SCARLETT ROSE
For a moment, I forget about my injured neck and scream in fright, quickly turning around and finding the same man who was with me at the club.
I put my hands over my heart, feeling my throat ache again. I sigh, realizing I didn't see him enter this place, and I don't know how he did it.
Furthermore, I stare at him more closely now, noticing his wet hair and the casual clothes covering his strong body. There are no hairs on his body, sharp teeth, or claws now, but the bright eyes remain attractive, albeit intimidating.
He tries to approach, but I instinctively recoil, a mixture of fear and distrust taking hold of me.
"Stay away from me! Don't you dare come near me again!"
"I won't hurt you, I would never do that."
With anger bubbling inside me, I point at him, remembering everything that happened at my job.
"What the hell are you? And why am I here?"
"You're still injured; you shouldn't be straining your voice like that..."
"Answer me, damn it!", I say louder, and I see him raise an eyebrow at my words.
He takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words to calm the situation.
"I never wanted to trap you. But I can't let you go and expose the truth about me.", he begins, his voice softened by the effort to explain.
I hear his words with skepticism, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to process the revelation that I'm facing a man who can become that kind of creature.
The idea is so absurd that I feel tempted to dismiss it, but something in Kieran's eyes makes me hesitate.
"If you want the truth, I advise you to listen to me carefully, Scarlett."
"There are things you saw that are very complicated to explain because we live in different worlds."
"I know what I saw, many creatures hurting people, and they seemed to want to kill you."
"Yes, you're right. They wanted that, but hurting humans is also a way to affect me deeply. I'm not like you, I'm different."
"You're a werewolf!", I accuse him of, seeing a necklace around his neck, just like the one that was in the drawer.
He blinks and nods, trying to approach me, but I turn my head grabbing a candelabra and pointing it in his direction.
"Stay away from me, I want to leave!"
"Men turning into creatures with claws; all this is madness; all this is too much for me."
He nods, understanding my reaction, but still determined to make me understand.
"I know it's hard to accept, but it's the truth. And now you're here because I can't take the risk of letting you go and revealing what I am."
I wrestled with my emotions, and my thoughts plunged into overwhelming confusion.
I want to believe him, I want to trust the words he says, but the idea of being trapped in such a surreal situation is too scary to accept easily.
"Why should I trust you?", I ask, my voice trembling with emotion.
"I want to leave; you can't keep me trapped here. I would never say anything about you to anyone; I need to go home."
"You need to trust me, Scarlett.", he says, his voice soft but firm.
"I'm trying to protect you, even if it doesn't seem like it. There are things out there that you can't understand."
"I don't understand anything about your world, but I'm not like you, so let me go now!"
I hold the object in my hand tighter, and he continues to approach me. I blink my eyes, feeling my body, when I remember how I felt when I was dancing for him.
"I have a job, I have a life, I can't stay here with you! I can't be trapped with a werewolf!"
"You're a stripper; you dance for disgusting men every night, enduring their looks of desire on you all the time, are you sure you want to go back to that place?"
I raise the candelabra in my hands, ready to hit him, and run away from this place, but before I do that, he grabs my arm, and I scream when I feel my body falling onto the soft bed.
I look at him angrily feeling him holding my hands with his body over mine.
"God, you're so similar and so different from her at the same time...", he whispers against my face, and I furrow my brow.
"I'm not her..."
"No, you're not, but there must be a reason you look so much like her."
I blink my eyes, fixing my gaze on his golden eyes. He sighs, and I relax my body, feeling him against me.
"Maya would never use such filthy language like yours..."
"I'm like fire; stay away from me, or I can burn you.", I say, looking at him challengingly, and he smiles at me.
"I've never been afraid of getting burned, my moon..."
"I'm a Lycan, Scarlett. I'm the alpha of my pack; I'm the leader of my organization and everything I'm telling you now I've never told any other human."
"What's your name?", I ask, my voice low, feeling his breath against my face.
"Kieran."
"Kieran, let me go, please. I'm begging you, I'm sorry for your loss, but I'm not her, and I could never be."
He raises his hand, touching my face, and I see him close his eyes as if he's thinking about something now.
"You have a choice, Scarlett."
"What are you trying to tell me?"
"I can make you forget all this, I can make you forget about me and everything that happened at that club if you wish."
"How?", I ask, and he sighs.
"I can use my power of mind control for that, but if you agree to do it, you may have many lost memories, not just what happened. The choice is yours, Scarlett."
Kieran gets off me, and I continue lying on the bed, thinking about what he told me.
"Can I lose my memories?", I ask, and he nods.
I fall silent, and at this moment, my mind travels to the memory I have of my parents before that car accident. I suffered for a long time, but I could lose all those memories.
Furthermore, I feel my eyes fill with tears, and when I lift my head, I see Kieran's bright eyes fixed on my face.
"The decision is yours, Scarlett. Living knowing that you're in danger all the time from creatures you'll never understand or living a normal life without some memories."
"Where are you going?", I ask, seeing him walk to the door.
"You'll have time to choose; think carefully. The house is completely free for you to explore; I'll be here when you decide."
I nod as I watch him leave the room, and I look back at the woman in the painting on the wall. I feel tears running down my eyes as I continue looking at her.
Not only that, but I have many questions in my mind at this moment, and I want to know the reason for me being here with him and the reason for me being so similar to her.
I don't know how long I stay thinking; I'm lying on the comfortable bed with my eyes closed. I miss my parents.
Furthermore, I can go back to my life, forgetting all this and everything that happened at the club and about the existence of werewolves like Kieran.
I remember when I was dancing for him. At that moment, I could feel something that I still didn't understand; it was like I'd already met him.
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