Sharx looked back at Hazel's room on the third floor as he was about to ascend to the car.
Hazel's face, as he laid her down on the bed, flashed through his mind. Something was unsettling within him as he looked at her face up close. Something he didn't feel when he was with her for the past two months. Not even when he slept with her.
He found a new entertainment but also a thorn at the same time.
'Why is she becoming more interesting?' He pulled up a smile, then spoke to the driver who was waiting for him by his side.
"Let's go now."
As he looked at the view outside the window, where the hustle and bustle of cars overtook each other on the busy expressway, he stopped his tapping fingers. A soft and out of nowhere laugh escaped his lips, making the driver flinch but still maintain his calm expression.
Sharx's lips twisted up. Then, from that mouth, he commands. "Let's turn around. Back to the mansion."
"Yes? Yes, I understand, Alpha." The driver turned the signal to the right side without asking further questions, which shows how experienced he is in accommodating him.
Sharx rubbed his lips, grinning as he mumbled. "How much more interesting will she be when she wakes up? I can't wait to see."
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I opened my eyes to the familiar scene.
I traced my breast, squeezing it for a second, and then smiled wryly.
"Of course, this is not a dream. Darn it."
Some things became clearer.
I somehow possess Hazel's body, where she is on the verge of death. Whether because Alpha Sharx was determined to kill her or because of her damn heart condition.
'This body is sick.'
However, I noticed a pattern in this sickness. Every time I wanted to reveal my true identity or this crazy situation, something inside this body prevented me in such a terrible way.
That something stopped this heart—my heart, currently.
I clutch my chest. "And something felt stinging like around this part when it all happened."
I traced a line in the middle of my chest. As I kept rubbing it, I felt a rough and prominent texture.
I left bed and walked over to the full-length mirror to check. I notice there's something written on my chest.
'Is this a tattoo? What does it say?' I squinted my eyes.
My face must have looked like I had eaten a rotten tofu upon reading it. "Pun…ished? Does it says, punished?"
My breath hitched. 'What the hell am I falling into?'
Shit.
The doorknob turned, and someone entered the room casually. "You're up? I've been waiting for you."
'Alpha Sharx.' I murmured softly.
Upon seeing him for the third time in one day, I felt both fear and excitement. It's like I was a death-row criminal and a successful girl in love simultaneously. Yeah, he is definitely capable of doing that only with his sensual existence.
Even then, I have to use full brain power to be free from these uncertain feelings.
My head was spinning as it scattered to find the correct answer.
"What's this? Why are you become boring again?"
I hurriedly shook my head in response.
"Why didn't you say anything? And why won't you raise your head?"
I clasped my hands together like I was praying. "Perhaps, that's because I realized how insignificant I am in your presence?"
"So?" He sat on the bed with a big boss style as he stared straight at me.
It was just like a photo shoot for a fashion magazine.
I held back from drooling, then gulped down my saliva.
"If someone looked directly at the sun, they would go blind. That's why I can't look at you. That's how bright you are in my eyes, Alpha Sharx."
"So, I made you blind?"
"I'm saying that you're my sun, my sunshine. Your presence is blinding me. But of course, no one will ever say that the sun is guilty."
I looked up bravely with a smile, trying to catch his gaze, but as expected, this was too hard to do in my sober state.
"Is that why you keep passing out?"
When I heard the soft laughter escape his mouth, my brain reconnected the lost thread. "Ack!"
A loud gasp escaped my mouth, then I close my mouth with both hands in hurry.
"What is it now?" Alpha Sharx asked, annoyance laced in his question.
"I… am ashamed." I clenched my fist.
"Did you only realize that after you used witchcraft in me?"
"No, not that!" I shook my head in disbelief.
This was perhaps what it felt like to be stripped naked in public. 'Damn it! How could I just realize I had shown such an unsightly visual in front of him?!'
I glanced at the mirror beside me and then wailed in silence.
Even though this isn't my body, I shouldn't have inflicted pain in his sight with this ugliness! What's with that hair and that dumb-looking face?
His eyes should only see beautiful things, not rats swimming in the gutter!
"Five minutes!" I shouted.
"That darn five minutes again? What are you going to explain within those five minutes anyway?"
"Not an explanation this time. I-I mean, please give me five minutes to present myself better!" I gasp. "Oh my, did I just shout at you? I must be crazy." I slapped my mouth in reflex.
"Hey,"
"Let me take a bath, please? This shame is killing me! I cannot further destroy your sight with this ugliness, so please give me five minutes to shower!" I put my palms down and lowered my head on the floor.
The so-called art of simping is at its peak now that I prostrate in front of him.
"What are you going to do with that time? Doing another witchcraft to get you out of here?"
"Huh? No! Just cleaning myself." I lifted my head slightly, just enough to see his pair of shoes, then said bashfully. "Or perhaps, would you like to come inside with me to keep an eye?"
"…."
"Of course, you don't want to do it, haha. Haha. Hah. Uhm, I only need five minutes, though. Please?"
I heard loud snorts from above me. "Alright. It's interesting to see what kind of changes you will bring in just five minutes."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
It's such a relief I can feed this boredom hater with anticipation. I had to do well to get out of the shower with my neck still attached.
"Then, please wait for five minutes, Alpha Sharx." I scurried on all fours towards the bathroom, then closed the door gently.
I'm sure the one just now also served as entertainment for him.