MUST NOT LOVE THE PREY

M’S

I had left her in the other room with the D

n” after pulling my shirt down to cover the wound on my st

nd an old childhood friend of mine. He is practically more like my twin becau

greets me with a sli

en put on my lower li

not to call me Alpha and to st

would say countless times, and soon I just le

told him anything. I know her to be the type that gets worried about

to care for me and watch me like her own, w

rs.” He informs, and my ey

hey maybe find out

k, trying not to ju

They want to discuss the threatening

pin my lips togethe

voice, however, coming

ve when he pauses to look back at me. “You good? You

everyone. He suspects most wolves around me. ‘I don’t like him’ ‘He doesn’t look like you can be trustworthy’ ‘I think he has something

to hate that he h

and squeeze my e

stays still there, his huge form overshadowing

He responds and runs forward to pul

u

ain, and let out a

He asks, worries and cur

not wanting to fill him in on the detai

He says, and raises his eye

never g

l my

,” I respond and snatch my shirt

ong hard stare

ctor.” He informs me and steps out of th

*

I’m glad that Mrs. Diana didn’t follow.

rt.” He says, and

was a male. I wonder what thought would have

ill have sounded like a

to my wound. He cleans the blood off first. Luckily I’m

He says, then adds. “I will give you so

ing on my

return, and stand

ll then, I have dropped her drugs in her room, so that should

questioning glare

. Thank you.”

ing up his bag and wa

I choose to ignore him. That might be the bes

lders to the next three day

h he is thinking of the best thing

ster.” He

o

uest

s new Rive

ed to rest.” I inform him, and he nods again. For a weird unkno

in this state. I don’t feel that much pain from it, but I feel a b

er.” He res

ve no answer for him until I know who this stranger is. I need

is a significan

uestions from people. So until then, I need

that wi

me,” I

alks out of the room afte

slump on the bed—the thought of the

nored Olcan and refused to help her?

ond

*

feel the wound. The pain has reduced a bit, but I ca

t Father’s death,

. The things I knew were the ones Diana, the head servant, told me. She told me how good, friendly,

th

s voice breaks as he groans in pain. He beckoned me to c

st thing he says to Mrs. Diana before picki

es his ey

his deep Green eyes. The very las

care anymore. It’s just li

lean cloth comfortable and suitable for

Elders will al