Chapter 21

SEBASTIAN
Shit.
Did she just look through my phone?
My gaze hardens as she stares at my expression and the way I’m not even giving a fuck about my dad because I end the call right away.
 
Why the fuck is he calling me? We are never cool. I do the calling instead, and that’s when it’s time to pay my allowance for keeping his cheating secret from his wife, my mother.
 
“Aren’t you going to take the call?” Her brow pulls together; she is probably curious why I will save my father's contact that way.
 
“I don’t want to.” I grumble; I don’t even know why I’m answering her question. She ought to be out of here already, but she still stares at me with suspicious eyes, as if she is a cop who is desperately looking for a werewolf to murder.
 
Her presence is fucking with my dick and mind. I didn’t even know when my eyes changed the moment she took off the towel from her.
 
I fucking couldn’t stop my eyes from camouflaging, and it happens because I’m a werewolf. It’s an indication of how much her presence affects me.
 
When I fuck other girls, it never comes out, and I’m dumbfounded that it is coming out while she is here with me.
 
I had to lie to her and tell her that it’s an eye defect; it’s a normal thing for a werewolf when we are aroused. And now that it’s all over the news, cops are desperately looking for some creatures that are werewolves because of the death of one human. A mere human. I can't show her that I’m one. 
 
“ Why?” Her eyes dull the moment she speaks that out, and I just stare at her with my hard gaze. So hard that it could scare her, but she doesn’t seem at all scared.
 
“ Because.”
I hiss with my teeth grinding on each other; I don’t have to tell her why I don’t want to speak with my godforbid father. But she looks so curious and somehow emotional right now.
 
“I will give you advice: love your father now that he is alive, because you will regret it once he is gone.” She tightens her lips.
 
I don’t know why she is saying this, but I will never regret it if he is even killed by some cops. A fucking werewolf who disrespects his mate by fucking his secretary and returns home like a fucking pretender? As if nothing happens.
 
Werewolves are never known to cheat. Once they have one woman or one mate, they want to stick together for life, but mine is so stupid. He cheats on his mate with a fucking mere human, and I feel like ripping his heart out every time I recall the moment when he was fucking her.
 
“I don’t care if he dies. So no, thank you. I don’t need your fucking advice.” I’m tempted to take the strand of her hair that’s lying in front of her face, behind her eyes, but I stop.
 
I won’t do that, no fucking way. I’ve sworn never to get attached to any girl because love is all bullshit and fucked up. All I want to do is fuck all the girls, including her, and with her, I’m just getting started.
 
She looks addictive; no matter how I touch her pussy, finger-fuck her, I get so unsatisfied, but I don’t rush yet. We know what to do with our little mouse, and if she thinks she can escape from us, then she is fucking dreaming.
 
“Fuck you then. I don’t even know why I would give advice to someone like you. Asshole.” She grabs her bag, and she is about to walk out on me when I grab her hand and toss her back to me.
 
Her full body comes crashing into mine; her breasts bounce in my chest, and she shudders immediately.
 
“You don’t fucking speak to me that way and walk out on me.” I hold her wrist tightly, but not in a way that will hurt her.
 
“What do you want from me?” Her eyes widen in size, and I smile because she actually thinks we are done with her. Maybe she doesn’t know that we own her, and that’s a fact she can do nothing about.
 
“Where do you think you are going?” I zero my eyes in on her eyes, and her brow pulls together with immediate effect.
 
“ Home.” The way she says it makes me feel as if I should eat up her lips.
 
“And you can’t until I say so.” She looks at me as if I’m saying trash, and I should fucking get out of her way.
 
“I don’t need your approval. I need to be home now; my nanny must be looking for me.” She tries to pull her hand away, but it’s apparently futile.
 
“Your nanny? Not even your parents? Then you have no fucking issue.” I scoff. How is her nanny so important to her? Mine has never even spoken to me because they fear me, and people hardly have great relationships with their nannie's, and in this case, Diamond seems to have a great relationship with hers.
 
“Yes, my nanny, not my parents.” She swallows hard, then looks at me with her droopy eyes.
 
“My parents are not around, so my nanny takes care of me.” She tells me as if she can read my curiosity.
 
“Did I ask you to explain further?”
 
“Oh, yeah. I shouldn’t have explained to an asshole like you. Now, can you let me go!?” She yells, but she regrets that immediately because, when I squeeze her wrist, she groans in pain.
 
“Take note of your tone, Dia.”
 
“Or else what?” She manages to say as she whines in pain.
 
“Or else your pussy will suffer for it.” I say it with a throaty voice, and she goes cold immediately.
 
“Don’t even dare to dream that we are done with you. We are just getting started, and you will never see us coming. Just fucking watch out.”