"Does she know?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper as his brows furrowed deeply.
What kind of question is that?
I shook my head firmly, my eyes narrowing.
"Of course she does, she keeps me running around to bring her all kinds of stuff," I said raising the charger for him to see it.
"Deniz—" His voice softened, almost pleading, but I cut him off before he could say more.
"Don't worry, I will just do my job and stay as far as possible from you. You won't even see me, I promise" I said, my tone hardening as I stepped back, putting more distance between us. "Let's just stay out of each other's way, okay?"
He stared at me for a long moment, his jaw tightening as he struggled with what to say. His lips parted slightly as if to argue, but he stopped himself. Finally, he nodded, his shoulders slumping in reluctant acceptance.
"Fine," he said, his voice low and resigned. "But be careful. Adeline doesn't know anything and as anyone in this city she won't know."
His words sent a chill down my spine, but I masked my unease with sarcasm.
"Trust me. Have I ever let you down?" I replied with a smile, turning away from him before the lump in my throat could betray me.
"Deniz," he called after me, his tone softer now, almost vulnerable.
I paused, glancing over my shoulder. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, the air between us felt heavy with things left unsaid.
"If you need anything... you can still come to me," he said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of regret.
I didn't reply, afraid my voice might crack. Instead, I turned and walked away, each step feeling heavier than the last. The emotions bubbling inside me threatened to spill over, but I forced them down, unwilling to let him see me falter.
Derya broke the silence in my head, her voice light and teasing.
"That was intense," she said after a moment, her amusement poorly hidden. "But also kind of hot."
I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the knot in my stomach.
"Shut up, Derya," I muttered under my breath, my tone laced with irritation, though I couldn't deny the faint warmth rising in my cheeks.
As I rejoined Adeline, who was waiting impatiently, her arms crossed and her expression a mix of annoyance and impatience, I couldn't help but feel like the day was far from over.
Adeline glanced at me, her sharp eyes narrowing.
"Took you long enough," she said coldly, her voice dripping with disdain.
"I'm here. Here you go," I said, handing her the charger, doing my best to keep my composure in front of Luna Adeline.
She took it with a slow, dismissive movement, her disdainful gaze sweeping over me.
"I hope this is the last thing I have to do today," I muttered to Derya, trying to sound neutral, though the frustration in my voice was undeniable. "Because I can't take much more."
Adeline turned on her heel, already engrossed in her phone again, and I seized the moment to slip away.
"A whole day with her... and I'm still standing," I said to Derya, my exhaustion palpable.
"Barely," Derya chimed in, her voice amused. "You're one sarcastic comment away from snapping, and I can't wait to see it."
I groaned inwardly, determined to get through the last 30 minutes of the day without losing my temper.
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Stuck with the enemy
WerewolfIn this book, we will follow the story of a teenage girl, Deniz Brown, half American, half Turkish, and Derek Garcia, the future alpha of the pack, ruthless, troubled, but extremely handsome and charming. Though they come from different worlds, des...
