The naked man approached her, who was astonished as if she was about to faint. His whole existence exudes dangerous sensuality. That's when she snapped out of a daze and quickly hid Cherish and Chelsea behind her.
"Don't come any closer." She mumbled in anxiety.
No matter how dull her senses were as an omega, she could not help but react to the dominating aura emitted by the man in front of her.
'Silver hair, blue eyes, and a thunder-shaped scar on the forehead. I swear I've heard this description before.' Michelle's brain, which had been in the gutter for a moment, quickly turned its gear. 'No way… is he Alpha Storm of the Moon Shone Pack?'
A series of information about an Alpha with that name, scattered in pieces at the back of her mind, began to form a complete puzzle. The danger siren started spinning in her head, and cold sweat ran down her stiff neck as the man's gaze penetrated her.
She remembered Ethan often cursed his name. And that's the only thing she should matter.
Such a dangerous man. Why is he here now?
He does not look like a guest who is lost one's way, or rather, he does not look like a guest for the banquet that Ethan is hosting in the main hall. He seems more like…
'No way...' She swallowed her actual answer, which almost popped out.
"Are you running away from that pack, perhaps?" Storm asked. There's a hint of ridicule in his question.
"I, uh— we just want to go through this path to get to the main road. It's a shortcut, you see."
He chuckled as he scanned her. "And where will you go when you get to the main road?"
Even though his presence shook her insides, she could not avert her gaze from his eyes. She heard that the beast would recognize her as prey once she looked away from it, so it was best not to do that.
She… couldn't afford to be his prey.
That aside, she can't look anywhere other than his eyes now, can she?
"Just…going somewhere." She tried to be as polite as possible. "You may continue your trip, Sir. I apologize for this insignificant thing that has disturbed your way."
Michelle shifted to the side, making way for him and his wolf warriors.
Behind the line of wolves standing on their ground waiting for an order, a man appeared carrying a shawl. He approached Storm and handed the shawl to him. "Alpha, here."
Storm took the shawl from the man's hand without glancing at him as his gaze locked on Michelle. "Hmm, do I really need this? 'Cause it seems like little kitty loves what she sees." He grinned.
He comes closer to her while loosely wrapping the shawl around his waist.
Michelle took another step back reflexively, still with her gaze fixed on his eyes.
Storm frowned as he stopped in his tracks. His plump lips moved sharply. "Try to step back again, and then I might run towards you."
Michelle stopped at once. She was used to hearing this kind of command, so her body obeyed reflexively. She condemned herself, though. She couldn't believe that even her muscles were a coward.
Storm praised Michelle's decision. His lips perked up as he grew closer to her in just a second. He started caressing Michelle's head, then muttered. "Interesting."
Michelle's heart jumped out with his every touch. She could even feel his breath on her face, blowing hotter and faster with each passing second. Her legs almost gave away out of fear, so she held her two daughters' tiny hands tightly.
She started questioning herself: Why did she choose this path? Or why tonight of all times?
She couldn't fathom why Storm even stopped his track for the likes of her. She wished he just ignored her like everyone else does. But it seems like she has pricked his interest.
He cupped her cheeks with one hand, giggling at his art, and then asked, "You want to escape from that pack, don't you?"
Michelle's stomach tightened at his level of insult. She slapped his hands away and hissed. "I believe that's none of your business, Alpha."
She's already out of that manor. Should she still get this kind of humiliation from a man she meets for the first time?
She had enough of everyone looking down on her. She refuses to keep showing her pathetic side in front of her two daughters. Moreover, she has something to back up her cockiness.
Storm grinned wide, showing his canine white teeth. "Hmm, that's not good, kitty. I plan not to let go of even one single soul from that pack, you see."
Michelle's eyes light up. "I knew it. You came here for war."
Storm curled up his lips as he twirled her hair. "You're not worried."
"Oh, please. Why should I?" Michelle smacked her dry lips and said, "I can give you information to smooth your plan. In exchange, let us continue our way. How was that?"
"Hmm, I need nothing of the sort, tho."
"Huh? Are you sure you don't need that information? I even have the password combination for his safe. I'm sure he kept everything there. You can—"
Storm cocked his head. "Why the detour? If I need information, I just have to ask the man when he's begging for his life. Easy peasy."
Damn it. She thought information was everything in negotiating, but it wasn't working for the man before her. Is this the end of her first bargaining?
Michelle bit her lower lip. She realized she had nothing else up her sleeves to balance her position or, worse, to back up her earlier rudeness. Her plan is jumbled, thus her confidence.
She flinched as Storm slipped his thumb between her lips, releasing her lips from her teeth.
"Don't bite yourself. I'll gladly do it for you." He smirks, licking his lips. "Your lips were so lovely. I want to swallow it whole so much."