Chapter 46 What wolf?
ANGELICA'S POV
I just couldn't move with the theory in my mind for a moment. How was it even possible?
Do Dylan and Ericson own wolves, too? But those wolves were so big, like some kind of hybrid. Was there some illegal business going on in here? And if yes, where did they go?
“Is everything alright?” I asked Dylan.
All the questions and mysteries could wait. What I could see was that Dylan and Ericson were wounded. Why did they have so much blood on them?
I walked further inside the room, and Ericson smiled softly at me.
“Come here,” he beckoned me to come closer to him.
I followed.
Standing before him, I observed him quietly, his beautiful eyes captivating me.
They were shining with some incomprehensible emotions.
These eyes didn't look like they could do anything illegal, but then these were the same eyes that had turned cold in that construction site and almost killed that guy.
Everything was a mess in my head, but the glaring truth that I might forgive them for whatever it was was also becoming my new concern.
Seeing them splashed with blood and imagining what they might have gone through or how they fought those wolves was aching my heart in a way that it was becoming impossible to breathe.
“Why did you come out of there? Do you know how dangerous it could have been?” Ericson asked as if coaxing a child, snapping me out of my thoughts.
He rose from his place and caressed my cheeks with his knuckles.
“Don't do this ever again. It's not as easy here as you think. I can't lose you,” Ericson confessed.
I looked down at my feet, feeling bashful.
He placed his finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“And you took the gun again,” Dylan walked behind me, pulling the gun out of my back pocket.
“I wanted to be of help. I saw two large wolves coming in this direction and thought the pack members might be in danger. Everything is already a mess because of me,” I admitted, the thoughts running inside my head, trying to gauge their reactions.
Ericson kept looking at me for a few seconds before he smiled subtly.
This gentle care in his eyes was heartwarming and heart-touching for me, but it was hard to comprehend what my heart was feeling.
I was the girl who never did well with secrets because I had many of my own.
I wanted them to come clean with me, but at the same time, I knew my heart was somewhere already leaning towards them.
“You are a trouble magnet, aren't you?”
Dylan asked. Though his expression was amused, I felt a little ashamed.
I was agitated with myself.
It was indeed true. What the hell was wrong with me? Why do I keep getting into trouble?
When we were back in that city, it was Tyler and his so-called girlfriend, whom I didn't even want to take the name of, and now that I was here, I got into trouble with the wolves. And how can I forget that man who has made my life a living hell?
“Do you want to come with us?” Dylan asked.
I turned to him.
“Where?” I asked.
“Didn't we say we will take you sightseeing once we return? You can use a break,” Dylan said, his eyes boring into mine as if he could read my thoughts.
Even after that gaze, the gentleness in his eyes, as if he were ready to accept me as I was, made me second-guess everything I saw.
Should I really suspect them?
“I need this break with you,” Dylan placed his forehead on mine, breathing heavily.
I could feel my heart skipping a beat at the deep emotions behind his words.
Given our relationship, one might quickly think that we were close for lust only, but the truth was that, for some unknown reason, it felt like they were genuinely falling for me.
They have confessed earlier, but after what Tyler did to me, it was a little hard for me to heal from that trauma and try this relationship thing one more time.
I nodded at his suggestion.
“Should I pack a bag?” I asked, and Dylan looked at Ericson thoughtfully.
I looked between the two, who almost looked like they were using some kind of telepathy to contact.
As I turned back to Dylan, Ericson suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap.
“You can take a couple of clothes. It would be cold in the mountains. So keep a jacket for sure. Though our body heat will keep you warm,” Ericson said, and I blushed at the thought.
Why did he say plural like that? Were they going to sandwich me in between them if I felt cold?
Even the explicit image that appeared in my head made me clench my legs, remembering how they both caressed me at the same time earlier, something that didn't go unnoticed by Dylan.
He smirked at me knowingly before he bent, caging me between his arms while my back hit Ericson's chest.
“Already thinking of what we would do on that hill?” he asked, and I shook my head.
Was I so predictable?
“Good. Because you have no idea what we want from you. What we want to do with you,” Dylan placed his lips on the corner of my lips before smirking and stepping back.
Why do I always feel like the most dangerous people I should be wary of are always close to me? One, I am sitting on, and the other standing before me?
“What are you thinking about?” Ericson asked, placing his lips on my neck, and I took a deep breath.
“You guys must need rest after all this fight,” I stuttered, wanting to get away from them before they indulged in any other naughty activity.
Dylan hummed.
“We are indeed tired. But we have a better idea of how to replenish ourselves,” He said, placing his hand on my abdomen, shifting his hand under my top, and a soft moan escaped my lips at his sensual touch.
“Our girl is indeed very sensitive when it comes to our touch,” Ericson said.
“Hey, stop teasing me,” I pushed his hand that he was slowly inching towards my thighs, stopping when he winced.
I stood from his lap and looked at him, concerned.
“What's the matter?” I asked, looking at his hands before sighing.
“You guys should clean these blood stains and change into fresh clothes. Then, I'll check to see if you have any wounds,” I said.
“It doesn't matter. If there are any wounds, they'll heal quickly,” Ericson said, and I raised my eyebrows at him.
“I am a tough boy,” he added, and I rolled my eyes before walking out of the room.
I looked at the same maid who had also watched those wolved earlier and talked to her.
“Hey, about those wolves, where did they go?” I asked her.
She looked at me blankly for some seconds before she furrowed her brows.
“What wolf?” she asked me, and I sighed before shaking my head.
“Nothing. It was an inside joke,” I smiled forcefully before leaving the large house.
Even if these people hid something, I don’t think they’d give me the information so quickly. I’ll have to look into it myself.