I was disturbed again by the touch I felt on my face as if those fingers were deliberately brushing my cheek. Slowly I opened my eyes; the room ceiling caught my attention because of the luxurious crystal chandelier hanging beautifully above.
The corner of my eye turned to a man sitting next to my bed, and when that man smiled and furrowed his brows, realization immediately slapped me. The voice square whispers I'm not dreaming
"Who are you? Where am I now?" I changed my sitting position, fighting the dizziness in my head. Fear still surrounds me.
The man was wearing a shirt suit with the sleeves he pulled up to his elbows. His hair was smooth, and his beard had fine hair from shaving. I'm guessing that the man is probably 27 years old. I'm just thinking about the outline of his face.
"I thought you'd feel weak, or maybe cry when you woke up from your stupor! It turns out you hit me straight with your question. Are women always noisy?" the man said to me.
My mouth formed a circle; I was dumbfounded to get such a response. My mind flashed back to what happened to my family last night.
"My parents? Where are my parents?" I circled the large size room with my eyes. As far as my eyes could see, all I could see was this room decorated with luxurious furniture.
I glanced back at the man's face. For some reason, the man's face seemed familiar to me. His expression also changed when I asked about my parents. Has anything wrong happened to my parents?
"Your pack is a mess!" said the man's baritone voice. When he swallowed his saliva, I was interested in seeing Adam's apple movement. His broad chest is very manly, and I don't know how big his stomach muscles are hiding under his shirt.
"I know! Where are my parents?" I focus on my chat.
"I found you passed out in front of your house!" he said again
"I know! Answer my question, sir! Where are my parents?"
"Now you are in my house! Because I have to do this for you!" he said again.
I took a deep breath; this man seemed to be evading my question. Tears have gathered in the corners of my eyes; maybe my curly eyelashes are already wet with my tears.
"I don't care where I am and who you are! I want to know about my parents! I ask!" I need them!" I beg
The man stood up, and I could see how tall he was. Maybe if I stood up too, I would only be chest height.
"Ava! Things won't go your way from now on! If you want to survive, listen to what I have to say!"
The man's aura suddenly intimidated me. I can see fine hairs that glow all over his body, but then they disappear like he's not handsome.
"Are you an Alpha?" I said
"Yeah!" he nodded his head firmly
"I was hit by someone, and after that I fainted!"
"Yeah, I hit you!"
"What? why?"
"To save yourself!"
I shook my head wistfully. Everything that happened was very confusing for me. "Where are my parents, sir? Reply me! I ask!" I changed my standing position and tilted my head upward.
We stared at each other; the man raised his finger and stroked my cheek with his touch. I feel the roughness of the skin of his palm on my cheek.
"How should I answer all of that? The only thing I know is that you are my mate!" he whispered.
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Every time I closed my eyes, I would hear the scornful laughter of the women in my pack. It's like calling me the earless freak. Of course, I have ears; I never pay attention every time they make fun of me with their words.
My mother said, one day, I will unite with my wolf and find a mate who loves me very much. Then today, in front of that man, I wonder. Am I connected with my wolf?
"Do you see the wolf in me?" I asked to make sure. Because I don't feel the wolf inside me at all. I didn't hear any voice asking me to speak.
"Not!"
"Then, how could I be your mate?"
"Because the moon goddess gave that fate to you!"
The triple crease line is already wrinkled on my forehead. This man is full of sentences that are difficult for me to understand. Or maybe he did that on purpose to me. It got me stuck in the maze game I didn't understand the situation.
"Sir, I want you to stop with all this! I want to know how my family is doing! Let me go home!" I said annoyed
"Worst of all your family is dead!" said a woman; my eyes bulged at the woman who has a slender body, stepped so gracefully closer to me. She is taller than me, just like the body of a fashion model.
"Delina!" the man's voice rebuked her in a high-pitched tone.
I was getting more and more frustrated with the situation; tears just flowed down my cheeks without realizing it when I imagined the worst that could happen in my life!
"No! it's impossible!" I said
"If you keep making noise to ask! That's the only answer we can give you!" The woman furrowed her brows at me
"Who are you!" my voice trembled because the woman's gaze was sharper than the man's.
"Delina! Just call me Ana! And this man who saved you is my husband!"
As tears rolled down my cheeks, I was more and more dumbfounded for something else to hit me. How is it possible, a handsome man who just claimed to be my mate, then now recognized by another woman as her husband? Is that possible? Am I not the mate?