True Alpha (Jikook)

Chapter 21

A/N- And I have reached 1k, which is unreal considering how weird my story is going, seriously, I didn't think readers would appreciate it when I first started writing it. But still, the reads did cross 1000 and the votes 180. So I am grateful to you guys for all the love and support. 

And you know Jungkook bought an apartment for himself? He is a year younger than me, and here I am still stuck in college with no proper source of income or job for myself. Makes me feel little, but well, Bts gives me energy to do better. So purple you BTS!!!! And love ya army!!!! yeeeeeeee~~~

Note - Just skip my rantings, they are time consuming anyway, lol.

On with the story ~

Jungkook's P.O.V.

The first thing I felt before fully arising for the day was warmth, a tenderness in the air I had not felt in a long time.  And my body was relaxed, no pain, no remorse, no hurt, no damage, I was fully revitalized, somehow.

Shifting, I felt the silky sheets rubbing against my bare skin, it felt kind of arousing, since the scent surrounding me was a mix of musk and spice, my strange visitor's trademark. 

I felt myself flush just thinking about him, my Chimchim. His eyes and his hands had been all over me, tracing my every curve with adoration and lust. A heavy combination.

But with the thought of that, a sudden dread mixed into my happiness. What if he had just left me, what if I was just another victim of his, I didn't know him and had yet to know his real name. 

I knew Chimchim wasn't his name, he had just decided that on whim.

Opening my eyes, I turned slightly to see the empty space next to me; splaying my hands over it, I could still feel the warmth on it, so I concluded he had left me just a while back. Although, it would have been better if he had waited for me to wake up first.

Sighing, I looked around the bright room to just be sure about it, and I wasn't let down, my instinct was right, he had left me. And that wasn't a good sign. Not at all.

A rush of emotions pushed on me, like 'Was I not good enough?', 'Was I too arrogant?', 'Did I hurt him somehow?', 'Was he just playing with me?'

There was no way to deny the fact that he did seem suspicious, it was blatant enough even to my nonplussed state. But then I decided to ignore that little fact.

I didn't like him so much did I?

Who was I kidding... I was drawn to him without doubt, and that was since the minute I first saw him. There was something about him that attracted me towards him, like a moth to the flames. And whatever it was, I wanted to find it out, even if the flames burned me out.

What we did yesterday hadn't went too far, I was still a virgin, but neither had he marked me. And he had seen me naked up close, touched me as if I was his property, his eyes had told me how much he was involved in it... just like me.

Sitting up on my bed, I looked at the refreshing scene outside the slightly parted windows, with a dilemma debating inside my head. Whether to avoid him from now or just let it be as it was. And both were a difficult option to chose from.

Avoiding him would only hurt me emotionally and not avoiding him would also, since the emotions he evoked in me were scary, plain dangerous to approach. It brought back the suppressed memories of my dead family, and my guilt over it that I was not able to completely eradicate.

Rubbing my face with my palms, I stood up and looked down at my body, it was unmarked and healed. Not even a hickey covered my neck or chest. Well I was a werewolf hybrid, from a race which had superior healing abilities, so it wasn't a shock to see myself this flawless, but I pondered if it wasn't just me who did the healing... anyway, I walked to the bathroom to get ready, my stomach was calling out to food again, I knew I had skipped dinner yesterday, I had been too busy for that.