Chapter 14

🌺NORMAN CITY, OKLAHOMA🌺

It was late evening when Ismena got home with a wild smile on her face and threw herself on her sofa. She can still remember the look on Henry Macdonald's plump face when she'd called him an àsshole.

"You're fired, do you hear me, Cranes!? You are fired!" He'd shouted behind the door after she walked out.

She'd opened the door, stuck her head back in, and shouted, "Doesn't make you any less of an àsshole, does it?" She'd accompanied her words with a sweet smile she knows he hated so much before she closed the door to his angry face and walked away.

Now, she relaxed back on the sofa. Aah, what a sweet day. Her cell phone rang, and she picked it up. "Sandra!"

"Don't sound so excited, you wicked witch! So, you're back in Oklahoma but you didn't say anything to me!? Are we even friends at all!?" Sandra screamed in her ear.

Ismena winced, "I'm sorry, so sorry, Sandy. I've been meaning to call you, seriously..."

"When!? I heard it's been a week, you witch!"

"Uhm, how did you know that?" Nobody knows she's back in Oklahoma, not even her family.

"I saw Mr. Amil in the market yesterday."

Of course, it'll be her old neighbor with his big mouth. She took a deep breath, "I'm really sorry I didn't tell you, Sandy. I've been very busy." She's been busy avoiding Big Bad Wolfe.

"How was your vacay?"

It was at the tip of her tongue to tell her friend that she couldn't stay past three days because she happened to 'borrow' someone's ring, and the man wants his ring back, and because she pawned it to buy her meds, she'd ran back home to Oklahoma, all the way back to her apartment...now she's still on the run. 

It was at the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it and answered, "It was great. It was just great."

Sandra started giving her a rundown of how her own life has been in the past few days, she listened too. 

A knock came on her door.

"Is someone at your door? I heard a knock." Sandy intoned.

"Yeah," she rose from the sofa and walked in the direction of the door, "Maybe it's Mr. Amil coming to give back the hammer he borrowed yesterday," she said, knowing she doesn't really get lots of visitors apart from her neighbors.

The sound of the deadbolt unlocking filled the air, she threw the door opened and came face to face with the man she has been running from.

"Wolfariane!" She gasped, her eyes going wild like saucers. The phone fell from her hand in shock.

"We meet again, Fee-male." And as usual, he was wearing a black scowl on his face that smells of trouble for her. "Where is my ring? Hand it over. Now."

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"Wolfariane!" She gasped, her eyes wide like saucers. The sight of him again... Heavens.

Her body went warm, and her nípples hardened to hard nubs. She felt fevered, her skin was sensitive, ready for his touch. It was unlike anything she had ever known. It was unlike anything she ever wanted to know.

What is wrong with me? 

"We meet again, Female." Calm calm voice, which only managed to make Ismena more nervous.

Wasn't he supposed to be shouting? Screaming at her? Then, she will know where she stands. This calm demure looks more dangerous.

Sandra was saying something to her on the phone but she wasn't listening anymore. Picking her phone up from the floor, she hung up. 

"Uhm... Uhh, what brings you here?" She took a step back.

"Don't." He commanded.

She froze. For one second.

Don't? Of course, she will.

Immediately, she slammed the door to his face, whirled around, and bolted deeper into her house. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she ran straight to her bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Not enough, not enough, not enough. She bolted the locks. Her eyes landed on her dresser, and for the first time, she was extremely happy for having one in her bathroom. 

In hurried footsteps, she got to it and dragged it all the way from its original position to the door. Damn, it's heavy too. "For the greater good, for the greater good!" She gasped as she barricaded the door with it.

Done, she stood breathing hard in panting breaths and surveyed her work. "Yes!" Definitely a satisfying work, "If he's standing at that door waiting for me to come out, he's gonna grow old out there." 

Wolfariane Daminor Throne stared at the closed door before him in complete bafflement and mild anger. Does the female think something as slight as a closed door can stop him?

He placed a hand on the door and gave it a slight push. 

The crashing sound of locks falling to the tiled floor filled the air, and the door busted wide open. He walked through it and looked back at the door. The door jam has been pulled completely off the wall, it laid with the locks on the floor behind him.

Then, he turned and surveyed his surrounding.

The woman was nowhere to be seen, but her scent...it was overwhelming in this place. Her home.

So overwhelming that he gnawed his teeth, and found his body stirring to desire. A feeling he battled greatly and silently within himself. Outwardly, he was calm.

"I can smell you. Find me before I find you, female." Voice deep like the fiercest ocean filled the air.

"Go away!" Ismena squeaked from the bathroom where she'd hidden. He's not close to her but she can practically hear him like he's whispering to her ear. 

Gosh, the man scares the very devils outta her. And that's saying something because she doesn't scare easily.

"I can hear the racing of your heart. The quick shaky breaths you take. The smell of your fear is choking." The predator in him loves it. Nothing smells better than a prey's fear.

No, there's one thing that does smell better. Aróusal. He can smell hers too.

"What do you want from me!?" She shouted behind the door's thick heavy barricades.

Silence descended. The house was suddenly too quiet that for a moment, Ismena considered that he has left.

Then, the bathroom door burst open.

Before she could react, he has her caged to a wall, his towering body blanketing her, successfully shutting out any chance of escape she might have had.

Ismena raised her head and stared up, up, up, up—gosh, the man is so tall!—to the deepest amber eyes she has ever seen in her life. 

A random thought: Weren't these eyes blue a few days ago? 

She was almost sure it was blue. Shit, is her sight going before her heart shuts down!?

"Found you." His deep voice was hard, yet it caressed her skin. His face was too close to hers. And yet, he is still scowling at her.

Does this man ever NOT frown? It gives 'intimidating' a whole new meaning. Well, she can at least try to plead her cause.

Ismena cleared her throat, "Look, I know stealing is bad and all. Frankly, I never intended to take your ring without consent, but that diamond was really calling out to me. Tried to ignore it and all that, but I couldn't! It was too sparkly and screamed 'so much money.' What's a girl gotta do?"

When silence was all the answer she got, she cleared her throat again, "Look, it's not as if I reached into your pocket and stole your ring. It fell to the floor, I thought it belonged to my attackers." she paused, staring pointedly into those deep amber-eyes, "But wait, I really can't overlook this. I was almost sure your eyes were blue like the oceans on that night."

Wild roses, honey, and ripe citrus mixed together. That is what her arousal smells like.

It is so high in the air, his díck has hardened fully in his pants. "What colors are they now?" He asked, even though he knows.

"Gold. Amber. Like fallen leaves in autumn." She whispered, her eyes glassy from looking into that eyes unblinkingly for a long time.

Or like a wolf. "Where is my ring, Female?"

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