CHAPTER 4

Marcus pov

Still, in my reverie, my mind drifts to the day I almost kissed Chloe. It's a shame I didn't get to do it, before discovering her real self…

I can already feel the softness of her lips. I can already taste the vanilla and strawberry flavor in her mouth. No, I haven't kissed her before, but I know that is what she would smell like Because that is what she smells like.

Half an inch away from confirming my thoughts, my phone beeps from inside my pocket. I ignored it the first time, but it came for the second, third, and fourth time.

"I think you should check that," her sweet melodic voice chirms.

"Fuck" I groan before punching the air. I can't. I was only seconds away. Who the hell is this person that is blowing up my phone? Can't they won't wait till I get back or later? I angrily shove my hand into my pocket and collect my phone.

It's a message from the head of the guards and then another from Damon.

…

Where are you? There is an emergency. Please come to the packhouse this minute.

"What does it say? You look worried," she questions me, with one of her hands on my shoulders and the other lying by her side. The urge to just grab her and lose her whole is mighty, but I know it is not the best time. Her slightly opened cleavage is mightily begging for my attention. For me, grab, squeeze and suck them but I will myself to not. I could already feel the heat travel downwards to where it matters most.

I close my eyes tightly shut for a moment; let out a deep puff of air before opening my eyes to stare back at the doe ones looking at me.

"There's an emergency. Let's go back to the packhouse, please. I need to go check out what is wrong".

" okay"

"I'm sorry for how things turned. I will make it up to you, okay?"

"It's fine. Please don't worry about me and go check what is wrong. I'll return to the refugee camp. Call me if you need anything or when you are done."

"I will walk you."

"There is no need. I'm much closer to the refugee's camp than you are to the packhouse. It will take you longer if you decide to walk me to my destination first. I can manage."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm a silver wolf, remember? A primordial. I can take care of myself," she tells and sashays with a gleam of pride radiating off her. Her hair sways in all directions as she swings it—leaving me with the urge to shove the stranded ones off her face.

And I act on it. I shove the stranded hair out of her face and stick them at the back of her ears. She pauses to look at me as I feel her pulse pulments. She definitely feels the high voltage of electricity between us. It is impossible not to.

"Uh, Marcus? " she calls skeptically when I don't bring down my hands from her face.

"You are very pretty, Chloe. Whatever created you did a perfect job on you," I say before my brain registers what is coming out of my mouth. Over the years, I've never felt this drawn to any woman. The only people I feel a thing for are the women I skirted the brim of a Playboy with. Yes, I'm that infamous womanizer, complete with strings of lewd stories.

"Thank you," she says with a small smile that unnerves me. Everything about this lady disarms me and effortlessly ridicules the walls I built around myself all this while—she depicts all that I know and made myself believe without even trying.

I lean in closer and plant a wet kiss on her blush which, of course, makes her blush even harder. I move forward to kiss her again on the forehead. I refrain from going any further because I don't want to come on too strong.

"Let me watch you leave at least."

"Okay," she squeaks before turning around, turning her back to me. I watch as she takes small careful steps away from me—farther and farther until she completely disappears out of my sight.

Without much ado, I turn and walk to the packhouse. I didn't run because I didn't want to shift—shifting then shifting back means getting naked, and no, I don't want that. It is too cold to be butt naked.

"What is the emergency," I ask Rodriguez, the head guard when I arrive at the packhouse.

"A case of theft." He says, almost trembling.

"Where? What went missing?" I ask, darting my eyes between him, Micah, Damon, and Diana. "And where were you and the rest of the guards when that occurred?" I direct my question to Rodriguez.

"I was with Lady Diana. I escorted her to the neighboring pack to get some training supplies," Rodriguez answers. I crane my neck and stare questioningly at Diana. If nods her head to affirm Rodriguez's claims but maintains a straight face for the rest part.

"What went missing?" I repeat my second question.

"Ah, Marcus, you might need to calm down for this one," Damon says for the first time since my arrival.

"If you haven't noticed, this is me being calm," I retort. "One or all of you should get talking before I lose my shit. What went missing?"

"You know we are starting a new level of training next week, and we don't have the facilities for that?" Diana asks me.

"Yeah. What has that got to do with this?"

"Everything," she announces; pauses then continues. "I decided to go get most of the items from the crescent pack. I had already contacted Alpha Jullien to inform him of my arrival at his pack and my intentions. Rodriguez and I were already on our way when we remembered we were not with the purchasing power. We came back to look everywhere for it, but up to this moment we still haven't found it…."

"We have," a voice calls from behind us, and we all turn to look at the source. It is Damien.

"And where did you find it?" I ask.

He shakes his head, buckles his lips, and then stands in akimbo.

"Erh..."

My recollection is interrupted by some distant noises. From a little stretch, I see Micah and Diana trotting towards me with Chloe on a rope, being dragged behind them.

I snicker immediately and my eyes land on Chloe. She looks terrified to her wits…

"Diana, did you bring the food I asked you to bring?” I question Diana.

“Yes, I did. I wouldn't forget it for the world.” Diana answers.

“serve her the food" I order Diana who gracefully adheres to my instructions.

"Eat and Merry, Chloe. Today your sins have been pardoned." I say with a smile. Chloe eyes me unbelievably but she has no choice but to eat. During the short time, I was close to her, I found out about her favorite food. Chocolate, pasta, orange juice, cookies, and unsweetened yogurt.

I watch as Chloe pounce on her meal with so much vigor. She doesn't even bother to use the provided cutleries. After a while, she stops eating and looks at me.

"Are you done?" I ask and she nods in affirmative.

Great!

“Now, let the fun begin" I add with the most sickening grin I can muster.