Mayari secretly rolled her eyeballs after hearing his demands. She ignored him causing the latter to raise a perfect brow and eyeing her when she went into a room and came back carrying a matching cozy hello kitty blanket and pillow.
She stands in front of him, looking up to his eyes as she offers the things she carries making him confused. Seeing his confusion Mayari sighs as she softly shoves the pillow and blanket to his arms. Automatically Leo gets a good grip of it despite the confusion and shock.
"Wha-"
"You will be sleeping here" she bravely said hands pointing down, telling him that he will be sleeping in the sala and on the sofa.
Leo not liking her demands drops the pillow and blanket while still holding his gaze not wanting a mere human to scare him. For petty's sake she's only a weak woman compared to him.
Even though dominance against him irks him to the core he still couldn't fathom to harm this woman because if he'll hurt her there will be consequences.
"I will be sleeping here? On this sofa?" he angrily pointed his index finger to the small sofa that surely couldn't fit his height. "Come on! I need to sleep well! I need enough strength to protect our lives! I will not allow you to treat me like a dog!"
Mayari can tell his genuine yet still refuses to back out. She steps forward still holding his glare causing the man to step back due to surprise and not being used to too much closeness.
"For your information, Mr. Werewol-"
"Leo"
"-Mr. Le-"
"Just Leo!"
"Whatever! I don't have a vacant room and I can't let you have my room. This is my house and I will never sleep on the sofa like it or yes!"
Leo is a bit amused. A while ago she was too scared. Where did she get her courage to talk back to him?
A small figure stands so brave against his self?
This is a mock! Unacceptable! If his kindred were alive and witness this situation no second thought they will smack Leo for being submissive. His family will never tolerate such submissiveness. His behavior falls woefully short of their expectations.
He was about to respond but she didn't allow him, she quickly turned her back on him and hurriedly ran to her room locking it. Leo, despite being a werewolf, couldn't move to chase her due to shock because before the woman closed her door she gave him a middle finger.
Inhaling his anger, he strides to her locked door knocking five times. "Dammit! Open this fucking door, woman! How dare you disrespect me? Open up or I will destroy this door" he warns. "And I will rip off your fingers" he dangerously whispers to himself not letting Mayari hear it.
"Shut up! Don't you dare destroy my door! You already broke my window! Just sleep on the sofa! I'm too tired and too drained to argue! I need sleep so have a fucking nightmare, Leo!"
Leo angrily knocked more but after a couple of minutes he heard a soft snoring, rolling his eyeballs he sighed in defeats.
Walking back to the sofa for a second Leo stare at it contemplating if he can sleep well but remembering that sleep and him these past nights are like moon and sun he sigh again shaking his head while stooping to get the pillow and blanket. At least, it's a soft sofa unlike sleeping outside or sleeping on the branches of gigantic trees. Leo automatically shook his head remembering when he accidentally fell from the branch he was sleeping after hearing loud calls of birds.
No one sees no one will know.
"That was a stupid memory that will forever be buried"
As he adjusts himself to fit comfortably on a small sofa Leo suddenly stops. His eyebrows irk it seems like a wolfy part of him is showing.
"What's that smell?" He sits up, eyeing every corner of the living room. He is confused and curious. "Smells..... nice" He keeps sniffing the nice scent.
Leo couldn't think straight. It's making him crazy. When he was about to stand and seek the aromatic smell he suddenly halted, his eyes went big like a moon when he realized where it came from. Looking down he saw the fallen blanket and the hello kitty seemed like waving at him.
Leo shook his head refusing to accept the truth. "This can't be happening!" He painfully whispered to the night. He roughly combed his silvered color hair as he tried to tie each of his thoughts.
He inhaled deeply trying to calm himself but his body betrayed him. His hands instinctively grasped the blanket, pressing it to his nose as he breathed in the comforting scent.
The call was too strong. He couldn't fight it. Like a river's current it pulled him under carrying him inexorably toward his destiny.
He lay back on the sofa and quickly nuzzled his face on the pillow. "This smell..."
The smell is like a flower in the middle of chaos. A gentle comforting aroma that feels like a loving hug.
Despite his protests, he succumbed to instinct.
Her.
To be continued...