âYou know that wonât work out, right?â He asked.
I turned to him, crossing my arms. âExcuse me?â
âYou two, trying to conceive.â
âWere you stalking us?â
He huffed. âPlease, I was merely standing here. You two werenât exactly discreet.â
I wasnât sure if he told the truth. I didnât see him standing there when we left. Did I overlook him? Sounds impossible to me. But he also didnât appear to be the person to hide in bushes to listen to conversations.
âThat has nothing to do with you.â
He arched a brow. âYou are wasting your time!â
âI donât know what you are talking about, but it doesnât change that itâs none of your business!â
He frowned but didnât say another word. I took the chance to walk away from him. I had no interest in discussing my sex life or family planning with a stranger.
Naively, I thought he would back off, but the crunching steps behind me proved otherwise. I sighed and turned to him again. âDo I have to call security for stalking me?â
He raised his hands in the air, a baffled look on his face. âI only want to talk to you.â
âBut I donât want to talk to you.â
He nodded. âI can see that. But you wonât get rid of me until you speak to me, and you know calling security wonât help.â
I bit the inside of my cheeks. I expected an answer like that. He would try to find a way to speak to me because if an alpha wants to talk, you talk. I wanted to prove him wrong, to make him realize that the human world wasnât the wolf world. But I realized it would be a very exhausting process and might cause situations I wouldnât be able to explain to George.
âFine. Talk,â I bit out.
He shook his head. âNot here. Letâs go somewhere more private.â
Panic crawled over my skin. âWhat? Iâm not going anywhere private with you!â
His eyes widened. âRelax, just the bungalow. The pups are playing outside, and Iâm supposed to be there when they come back. We can sit in the garden.â
I nodded slowly. The garden was probably safe enough. Worst case, I could still make a run for it if things get funky.
He passed me, and I followed him in silence. When we reached the bungalow, he pulled a chair out and offered it to me.
Loud barks echoed through the air and I shook my head. âYou let them be wolves here?â
He dusted off a chair and settled down. âWe do that in all kinds of places when we are on vacation. Nothing happened so far. They look more like dogs than wolves at this stage, anyway. Besides, we always choose compounds like these, so we are more to ourselves and close to nature.â
I wouldnât risk it, but I wasnât their alpha. If things go wrong, it was his problem to deal with, not mine.
âSo, what do you want to talk about?â
He leaned forward and searched my eyes. âHelp me understand what you are doing here. Why arenât you in a pack, and why are you with a human man?â
His concern took me aback. I expected him to start the conversation a lot more aggressively, but he appeared calm. Just perplexed. But I had no intention of sharing my life with him, anyway. He had invaded my personal space yesterday and stirred up old memories.
âI donât see why I would have to explain myself to you.â
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. âYouâre a lone wolf in my territory. In a way, it has a lot to do with me. I canât simply ignore you, and you know it.â
I gripped the armrests of the chair tightly. âDid you not listen the last time we were talking? I am not a wolf!â
He shook his head. âNonsense. You are a wolf.â
âI lost my wolf eight years ago,â I said, my voice trembling slightly, and I hated it. I didnât want to feel weak in front of him or, even worse, show it.
âWhat makes you think you lost her?â
I stared at him. Trying to figure out what his end goal was. What was his plan after he found out the truth? What will he do with me? I didnât want to talk about my past, because talking about it made it real. As long as I didnât share my feelings with anyone, I could still pretend it wasnât true.
My chest tightened, and I swallowed a few times to get rid of the lump in my throat. âI donât feel her and I canât change. Besides, you have seen my eyes, right? They had this crazy white color since my wolf left me. I think thatâs evidence enough.â
He pulled his chair a little closer to me. âYes, something is off about you and doesnât feel quite right. But Iâm certain your wolf didnât vanish. I felt it yesterday, and I saw your eyes flash in an amber color for a moment. Besides, I can smell you from a mile away. Your scent is everywhere.â
I wanted to believe him. To grip onto this little shred of hope to feel complete again. If he was lying, why would he be able to name my eye color? No, it must have been the reflection of the afternoon sun. I knew the truth better than he did. âLetâs say what you say is true. What would you have to do with it again?â
âAgain, you are a lone wolf in my territory, and you either have to leave or submit to me. You know the rules.â
My mouth dropped open at his declaration. Of course, I knew the rules, but my case wasnât normal. I hurt no one or had contact with wolves in any way. âI had been living here for almost eight years, and now you tell me I have to leave?â
âWhen we didnât know about you, it was easy not to care. But now we know, so itâs hard to ignore,â he said, his voice dropping low.
A flicker of his wolf coming to the surface made me shiver.If he was trying to scare me, he succeeded.
âBut Iâm not a wolf! I only want to live a normal life, get married, have children, and die from old age.â
He tilted his head to the side. âYou arenât a normal human, and you wonât ever be able to have children with that man.â
I jumped up. âHow would you know?!â
We were already desperate enough, and I didnât need people like him to plant more doubts into my head.
He sat up straight, but remained calm. âHow long have you tried to conceive? Weeks, months?â I stared at the ground, biting my tongue. âPossibly years. Doesnât that ring a bell? Iâm sorry to say this, but you two arenât compatible.â
Tears pricked in the corner of my eyes, and I wiped them away quickly. âItâs not unusual for couples to need some time with it. We have to try longer.â
I hated the little voice inside me saying I was wrong, and he was right. Deep down, I knew it wouldnât work out because of what I used to be. But I didnât want to give up on George, on a family. On us.
âAmalia, I know I sound like a douchebag, but you have to face the truth.â
I took a step back. âHow do you know my name?â
He dropped his eyes to my chest and gestured towards it. I looked down, seeing my name tag. I forgot I was still wearing it.
âBesides, your little boyfriend introduced you two. When exactly do you plan on telling him you can shoot better than him, by the way?â A cocky grin spread over his face.
Heat crept up my neck, to my face, and up to the tips of my ears. Was it that obvious? I always thought I would be good at hiding it.
I cleared my throat. âThatâs beside the point. Iâm not a wolf. Hence, I donât need to follow your rules, and I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone now.â
I turned around on my heels and planned to stomp away when I spotted pups running in my direction a bit too late. Before I could sidestep, they crashed into me, bringing me to the ground.
I winced when I tried to get up. A sharp pain radiated from my wrist up to my arm. The pups fell to the ground, their heads lowered, small whines escaping them.
âItâs okay, donât worry,â I said and patted the head of the closest pup to me. The fur was soft under my fingers, reminding me of the times when this was normal for me. Before I had lost everything. I pulled away and got up.
âNo, you arenât a wolf, of course not,â the alpha scoffed from behind me.
I glared at him. âShut up.â
The pups moved to their alpha and continued to whimper, waiting for some sort of reaction from him. âShe will survive. Play a little longer.â
They looked at me warily once more before running away. I watched after them, wishing I could follow.
âLet me look at your wrist,â he said and approached me, but I stepped away from him. I didnât want to be involved with him any longer.
âNo, thanks. Iâm leaving now!â
He shrugged, smiling. âFine, I will let you leave for now. But remember, you canât outrun me.â
I placed my healthy hand on my hip and raised a brow. âI can sure try.â
He laughed, and I stared at him. It was an honest and loud laugh, nothing I would have expected from him. âMy name is Gun, by the way.â
âGun? What kind of name is that?â
âShort for Gunnar.â
I nodded and remained silent before turning around without another word and walking back home. Gunnar surely was a unique name, and he probably might not be as bad of a person as I thought he would be. But I still hoped I would never meet him again.
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