The CEO's Cute Girlfriend Is A Werewolf

Chapter 7: The darkness

Lana hissed letting out air from her lungs. Memories of the night before last, every now and again tried to crawl into consciousness, no matter how hard she worked to drive them away. Her whole body was still vibrating from experience. And how could she confuse what she felt like a girl to Ralph, with this ?! Running in the morning twilight from Greg, Lana felt like she torn a piece of her heart off and left it behind. All the way on the road she could not calm down. She had to pull out of the road five times, as tears were blinding her and her chest hurt as if her wolf's claws tore it from the inside. Her beast raved at first, and then just howled breaking Lana's consciousness and heart. But this was for the better, she told herself. She never wanted to survive what happened 13 years ago. This nightmare haunted her year after year. She could still feel the sweaty hands of Ralph's buddies on her face and body as they held her down in that alley, making her look as Ralph in a wolf form was tearing into Greg's body.

She stopped the car just a couple of meters before reaching her house to make a few calming breaths. It was so vivid in her mind as if it only happened yesterday. But the picture calmed the wolf a little. That's right. She must protect her Mate, even at the price of her own happiness. The only important thing is that he was okay. He still will be able to find another woman, that will make his world brighter. That will not cause new pain and suffering. And Lana will have this night, memories of the last flash.

At last, gathered herself, Lana parked at the entrance to the garage and, swallowing the feeling of disgust, headed to the house, praying that Ralph would not be there.

Apparently, someone up there heard her pleas, because the front door was locked and the lights were out. She quietly went inside and looked around. Everything was exactly as she left. The house belonged to one of the late members of the Benne pack before. Ralph did not care much about the interior, for him, the only thing that mattered was a wide and comfortable sofa with a TV and the same wide and comfortable bed upstairs. He did not like any changes, so Lana quickly learned that even the slightest rearrangement of furniture could lead to severe consequences. The overall interior has remained the same as it was for several decades.

Quickly she slipped upstairs and immediately headed to the bathroom. Although she managed to find a motel along the way to rest and wash herself, but the feeling that Greg's smell was still on her did not go away. Her skin seemed to be soaked in it, not wanting to let go.

Quickly showered, she put on her home clothes and threw everything else into the washing machine. When everything was ready, she looked around thoughtfully, trying to find ani more evidence. Some strange feeling did not leave. Animal instincts are always sharper than human ones. But everything seemed to be in check, and nothing showed what she had done.

In her head, the buzzing thought continued to sound, and Lana decided to distract herself by going to the kitchen. Cooking always calmed her down. Werewolves were a big eater in general. Lana grew up in a wealthy family, where cooking was done by the servants. But when she moved to Bennin, she had to learn how to serve herself, and then her own family. Over time, Lana found a special charm in it. Especially when she saw the happy faces of her children, smeared with blueberry cake or covered with a thick layer of chocolate. Lana smiled, remembering how Nicky had recently begun to claim that he did not like sweets. She should bake his favorite puffs with vanilla cream, to see how long would it take him to give up this new quirk.

Outlining a plan of action, Ruslana set to work. During cooking time flew by unnoticed. On the street, it was already getting dark when she finally finished covering the baking goods with sugar powder and bent down to check the roast in the oven. A sharp chime made Lana jump and turn around. Ralph stood in the middle of the kitchen peering into her face. He slowly looked around.