Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 45 Dream Or Vision

Lilith Ra P.O.V

I stumbled into the washroom, abruptly shoved into a space brimming with unfamiliar women's clothing. Frustration marked my face as I ran my fingers through my tangled ginger hair, wincing at the sharp sting of a knot pulling at my scalp.

Gazing into the mirror, I gasped at the reflection before me—a disheveled portrait of chaos. Bloodstains and grime marred my appearance, a stark contrast to the polished world I found myself in. If this was the sight Gabriel had to endure, I couldn't blame him for recoiling. I groaned, feeling like a walking disaster.

Determined to rid myself of the remnants of this turmoil, I stripped off my grimy clothes, silently hoping for the absence of hidden cameras. As the hot water enveloped me, I used an orange-scented soap, scrubbing away with a fervor that mirrored my desperation to cleanse myself of the past day's horrors. The strawberry-scented shampoo worked its magic on my tangled locks, my fingers battling through the knots with less pain than I had feared.

Emerging from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, I felt a sense of relief. I donned the provided clothes—a bra, panties, a loose shirt, and sweatpants—grateful for the touch of normalcy they offered. I dried my hair with the second towel, taking a moment to appreciate the modesty and comfort of the attire.

Feeling somewhat composed, I swung open the shower door, only to be met with a jolt of surprise. My wrist was seized, the electric spark of contact revealing the identity of my captor—Gabriel. A metallic click sounded, and I glanced down to find myself cuffed to him, his right hand firmly clasping my left wrist.

Stunned and disoriented, I shot him a bewildered look. "Planning on going somewhere? Well, I'm coming along." he smirked, a glint of mischief dancing in his captivating blue eyes.

Annoyance flared within me as I tried to cross my arms over my chest, only to be thwarted by the unyielding restraints. Trapped and cuffed, I was left to wonder what twisted adventures lay ahead. The humor in his eyes did little to alleviate the frustration bubbling within me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected twist was only the beginning of a convoluted path we were bound to traverse together.

Gabriel Zades P.O.V

Perfection. That was the only word that seemed to fit as she emerged from the shower, her previous disheveled state now replaced by a semblance of order. The fury simmering in her eyes only added to the complexity of the moment, and despite the intensity of her gaze, I couldn't resist a sly smile. Cuffing her to me had been a deliberate choice—one born from a deep-seated mistrust, a remnant of the skepticism that still shadowed our connection, especially with Lucifer's recent interference.

As I intertwined my fingers with hers, I couldn't help but notice the subtle blush attempting to hide beneath her cascading hair. Amusement danced in my eyes; her annoyance was oddly endearing.

Walking beside her, I led her to the room Alpha Winters had assigned in the pack house. My responsibility was to ensure she caused no trouble, a task I accepted with a sense of reluctant duty.

Curiosity got the better of me. "What's the story with you and this Kyle?" I asked, my voice tinged with genuine interest.

She fell silent for a moment, then deflected with a question of her own. "What's the deal with you and Lucifer?"

A silent exchange passed between us—a mutual understanding of the tit-for-tat nature of our conversation. Her stubbornness reared its head, and she refused to answer my question.

"Are you always this stubborn, or is it a language barrier?" I prodded, a playful edge to my words.

Her glare was sharp. "Are you always this annoying, or is it just one of your charms?"