Mystical Saga - The beginning

16. Fluffy friend (F)

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This story is unedited so apologies for grammatical and spelling errors if any.

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Fiora (POV)

 I awoke nestled in a cocoon of soft, white blankets, with a plush pillow cradling my head as it rose and fell gently with my breath. Groggily, I blinked my eyes open to the sight of a blurry, dog-like face looming before me. With a sluggish effort, I propped myself up, squinting to survey my surroundings. Slowly, the details came into focus: I was inside a house, on the floor and beside me lay a large, fluffy white dog, now sprawled out near a dormant hearth.

As I lay there, memories began to flood back, but the allure of my comfortable perch urged me to push them aside. Yet, my conscience prodded at me, reminding me of the reality of my situation.

"Fiora, he's the CEO. Even with his assistance, he remains your senior. And once you've uncovered the truth, you'll have to return, while he remains here. Why act as if..." My thoughts trailed off as I glanced over and beheld the majestic form of the wolf, still deep in slumber. His sleeping face, akin to that of a peaceful puppy, displayed delicate features – a well-defined snout, graceful artic blue markings adorning his forehead like a regal crown, and thick, dark lashes framing his eyes. His nose, a mix of black and pink, added to his enchanting visage.

With a slight adjustment of my head, I found myself tempted by the softness of his fur. Though his earlier warning echoed in my mind, I couldn't resist the impulse. Gently, I rubbed my face against his plush coat, reassured by his continued tranquillity, and indulged in the comforting sensation like a child.

Turning my head to gauge his reaction, I was met with a pair of piercing arctic blue eyes fixed intently on me. A foolish grin spread across my face as I eagerly extended both arms, enveloping his soft fur in a warm embrace. With a gentle touch, I caressed his fur as one might run their fingers through freshly fallen snow or a heap of delicate cotton.

"Butterfly, didn't I warn you about the consequences?" A raspy morning voice, unmistakably Zack's wolf, echoed in my mind. I have forgotten his name amidst all this.

With an innocent expression adorning my face, I pouted in mock sadness, adopting a baby-like tone. "But you're so fluffy, I can't help myself," I exclaimed, hoping to elicit a sympathetic response. In response, I witnessed a toothy grin, the kind only a wolf could possess, accompanied by a playful laugh echoing in my mind.

"Alright... I'll permit it, on one condition," he declared, his tone laced with mischief. "Tell me, who do you prefer: me or Zack?" he inquired, maintaining an air of playful curiosity "

"You," I replied without hesitation, the sincerity ringing in my voice. However, as the CEO's voice resonated in my mind, I felt a pang of guilt. "After all I've done for you, you still prefer him over me, someone you only met last night," his words echoed, tinged with disappointment.

Caught between one man in its dual forms, I struggled to find the right words. With a foolish smile, I blurted out, "I prefer you too, but maybe just a bit more of him," without fully considering the implications or whom I was addressing.

"Why? Just because he's a little hairier than me, I am way sexier than him." The CEO's voice dripped with jealousy.

"Are you jealous of your own other half?" I retorted, annoyance creeping into my tone as I realized I didn't want to be part of their game. Fully awake now, I extricated myself from the situation, rising from the floor and making my way to an empty room to freshen up, leaving the tangled emotions behind.