Chapter 5
I walked pass the plush couch, the lake house... was a magnificent sanctum, it was huge enough to take in a lot of guests. The cozy fireplace was comforting.... it compliments the homey vibe of the house. He told me that he wasn't Gustavo's nor Caterina's son, I wasn't expecting it... I wasn't expecting that he'd be straight forward about it. He was a wolf... I was sure of that, seeing it with my own eyes was enough proof of it.... did he bring me here.... so that he could explain himself? I didn't realize that I'd been staring at him, my eyes traveled along his sculpted face... that lips that claimed mine earlier this morning... I might not be one to pay attention, but I can't deny that he's really........ gorgeous.... I tore my gaze, turned around, and walked towards the second hallway... shaking my thoughts away. He was at my back following me, I was there scanning the whole house... but he just kept quiet. I knew he was right behind me, it was hard knowing that the air kinda grew thick, and the silence between us was deafening. I stopped mid-way when I saw the king sized four poster canopy bed. I just remembered, stupid! now Bernati must've waited for me-- I couldn't finish any thought I was having. I felt his breath on my nape, it gave me those tingling feeling, warmth between my tighs and the sensational shiver down my spine. I was mentally slapping myself for stopping abruptly, when there's someone walking behind me.... just great.
My breath hitched, but I instantly moved away from him, taking back my personal space. He was staring at me and in that moment as our eyes locked, I saw his eyes turned a gleam of blue from his almond brown ones. I've been seeing that a lot lately, must've came with being a wolf.
"Something wrong?"
"Nothing I just needed to call my aunt and tell her I cant---"
"Caterina already called her, informing that your therapy requires the whole evening."
"Dr. Santi?"
"Yes."
He then walked pass me and headed towards the room, I didn't miss the part when his arms brushed with mine. Ugghhh! I couldn't help, but scream at myself. Why are you so hyper sensitive with just his touch? Are you going nuts or something? I stopped with the mental interrogation going on in my head. He brought me here because of something, I just hope that, that something... wouldn't make my life more complicated.
"Let's stop wasting both of our time, you better just tell me what you brought me here for."
We were inside the room that makes out to be the master bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to sit on the sofa that was facing the bed. He was looking at me, but then he looked on the corner where the fiber glass wall was, viewing the mind blowing sight of the lake with the moon lighting it's glory. If he was looking at me, I wasn't quite sure of that now....since his messy pitch black hair was covering his eyes. He run his hands through his hair, as if his gesture was assuring him of what he was about to spill.
"Well if it's about wh---at you are, then--- there's nothing to worry about... I won't say a word to anybody."
He remained quiet for a while, the only sounds that were making the mood light were the ones coming from the howling wind. Standing up in his feet, he walked my way and sat down..... one leg kneeling in front of me.
"Listen."
Those almond brown eyes were searching my soul, they were pleading to be heard and accepted. I was never one to be a listener, but something about him... just melts the ice in me... and I was his prey... a victim of the heated spark between us.
"I'm a wolf, and in our kind... we have this special bond with our other half, you'll feel the pull.... and that gravity defying pull is so strong that my wolf is dying to get out and claim her... you... my mate.... you're my other half."
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WerewolfAt the age of nineteen, Heather Sarafina Mills was sent to live with her aunt Luciana in Lake Tahoe Nevada, with the murder of her mother, her past, and the pain that is slowly killing her. The Santi's rule this land, their home, their turf. How wil...