Days passed and I'm still lying here. Feeling weak, feeling lost, feeling worried and finding it hard to completely heal.Everyday Jisoo, Rosé and Lisa visits me. And everyday I pretend to be asleep everytime they arrive.
In all honesty, I don't feel betrayed because I also hid the fact that I'm a werewolf to the girls. But I'll be lying if I say I'm not afraid.
I'm in the north wing. The north wing where our Alpha, Beta and Omega died brutally along with our beloved pack warriors. The north wing in which I hated my whole life. The north wing that I cursed. The north wing that gives me a nightmare. The north wing I was scared to. The north wing that I vowed to kill one of it's alpha.
And the north wing that has my lovely girls, my mate.
Frustrated, I close my eyes as I feel the tears flowing down my cheeks.
"Don't cry." A deep voice said. His voice was so soft, so calming. I was shocked but I heard him speak again. "Keep your eyes closed." My mate instructed.
There's something in me that wants to follow him but there's also another part within me that wants to rebel.
"Just trust me, Jennie." He said.
Trust.
How can you trust a person you're afraid of?
How can you trust a person who you think is the enemy?
How can I trust the north wolves?
With that being said, I keep my eyes closed.
Because despite the million reasons why I should not trust him. I still choose that one reason why I should.
Because he's my mate.
"Don't be afraid of me, please." He said calmly, as he noticed my body shaking. "I won't hurt you."
His big warm hands touch mine as I feel the sparks from the mate bond flow within me, calming my nerves, preventing me from shaking. "Take a deep breathe, Jennie." He said.
And I obey.
"Good girl." He said softly. I felt his hand wipe the tears in my cheeks. "Stop crying. I don't like seeing you cry."
That I can't obey. My tears just keep on coming. I do not own them anymore. They just keep flowing without my permission.
"Jennie." He said with his deep yet calming voice. "Please."
I tried to stop. Even though I feel like I can't, I still try to stop. I want to obey him. I want to trust him. He's my mate before he is a north wolf, that's what I want to believe.
Taehyung held my hand tighter as I kept my eyes closed, still crying slightly. "Do you remember the day you were attacked by my own pack guard?" He asked.
How can I forget that day? To say that I was traumatized was an understatement. I still remember that day as if it was just yesterday.
"I was so angry." He said. "I was so angry that I almost killed him." He continued as I instantly open my eyes when he said those words easily.
Even though that pack guard almost killed me, I wouldn't have the heart to let him be killed. Tortured, yes. But killed? For doing his job? I think the heck no.
He smiled slightly as he look straight at my surprised eyes. "D-did you k-ki-kill him?"
I breathe heavily as tears stream past my eyes again. His smile fades as he look in my scared, crying eyes.
"Please leave." I said and remove my hand from his. I refuse to listen to his reply.
"Jennie." He said as he tries to hold my hand again.
"I said leave, Taehyung." I said with a strong, shaking voice that made him step back.
Everything was silent for a few minutes. All I can hear was the sound of my heart beating wildly as he stood beside the bed, looking at the floor.
I noticed him breathing heavily as he started walking to the door. "I did not kill him, Jennie." He said, making me look at him. "You stopped me."
He looked straight in my eyes and stopped walking. I noticed a few droplets of blood in his hand as I try to avoid eye contact. "Y-your hand." I murmured.
Taehyung smirked, "What I want to say is I will protect you." He said out of nowhere. "No matter who that person is or what the situation will be, I will protect you, Jennie."
I blinked as I felt a tear escape my eyes, "Always."
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The Perfect Choice
أدب الهواةIn a world full of cameras. In a world full of lies. In a world that cruel things happen. In a world that not only humans exists. In a world where the choices you make will determine the future you'll take. Will they be able to make the perfect c...