Root Of My Curse

Chapter 8 - Strange Behaviour

JESENIA

CALIFORNIA – USA

My body freezes, unsure of what to do. "Um, Marcel?" He grunts, almost purrs into my neck. "Can you let go of me?" I ask even though it felt as though his touch was made for mine. He only grips onto my waist harder at my request. I lift my gaze from him and meet the eyes of my curious packmates. At once, I forcefully push him back, which makes him struggle to stand on his feet.

His confused gaze meets mine. "When a lady tells you to let go, then you let go. Got it?" I don't wait for his answer before I storm through the kitchen and out of the mansion, hearing his calling from behind me. My appetite is completely lost. The valet comes driving toward the front door with my baby as soon as he sees me stomping out the house. He swiftly hops out of the car and hands me my keys.

Opening the car door, I look down and realise, I'm still in my robe. My gaze meets the young werewolf's. "Can you go get me a hoodie and sweatpants? And bring some spares for my car" I ask politely, even though I don't have to. He nods and smiles. "Do you need some undergarments, miss?" A tint of pink finds its way onto his face as he asks this question, he tries to hide it by looking anywhere but my face.

Analysing his face for a few seconds I smile at him and say, "Why don't you decide what's best?" He coughs and nods, quick to enter the house and get what I need. "Cute" I say to myself as I wait.

Not only a minute goes by before I'm not alone anymore. His skin glows warmly in the sun and his curls shines like the silkiest hair I've ever seen. He slowly approaches me but is stopped when the valet comes rushing out the door, bumping into him on the way, though he stands his ground and doesn't stumble. Instead he looks me directly in the eyes, his eyes on fire.

The boys face is completely covered in my clothing, but somehow, he managed to not drop a single thing. "Thank you" I say as I take my pick of clothing from his hands, trying to ignore his burning stare. Dropping the robe, in the middle of the driveway, I put on my bra and panties, followed by grey sweatpants. I pull the black hoodie over my head, only to me met with a white wall right in front of me.

My eyes trail upwards, meeting gorgeous eyes at the top. "Marcel" I state, trying to remain calm. He doesn't answer me, but simply looks me up and down. I wave my hands in front of his face, but to no luck. No response, not even a blink. His eyes hold a hunger, a lust.

"Miss, did you need anything else?" the valet says, trying to break the tension in the air. My head snaps in his direction, still feeling his eyes boring into me. "No, that's fine. Thank you though" I say, dismissing him in the process.

"Jesenia" he purrs into my ear, making me jump back a little, startled at his sudden move. "What is it, Marcel? Are you feeling okay?" I ask, trying to calm myself down. "You smell so good" his voice is rough and deep, deeper than usual. My heart rate picks up and a shiver runs through me. "Excuse m-" he cuts me off by planting a soft kiss on my neck.

Instantly, I push him off me. It's like he snapped out of a kind of trance, as he now looks at me like he's committed a crime. "What are you-" my voice weakens as my eyes lands on his huge bandage. Black blood seeps down his arm. My eyes widen as my hands reach out toward his arm.

"I- The-" I stop myself as I feel tears welling up into my eyes. "Are you okay?" my voice comes out no louder than a whisper. He's about to answer, but just then his eyes roll back into his head and he falls to the ground.

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"What's happening, Ric!" I shout out in frustration. "Why won't you tell me anything?"

Ric rushes around the room frantically whilst yelling out orders and profanities in Spanish. Trembling mutts storm in and out of the room in a hurry. A silver tray crashes into the sparkling white tiles, making the room go silent for a split second.