Chapter 214 The Appearance Of The Black Wolf
>>Riona
His words fell on me like a boulder
“No,” I shook my head, there was no way I would believe that nonsense, “Milo was injured too- he,”
“But he wasn’t dead,” He threw the picture on the ground, “Coincidentally, the only one who wasn’t dead and got a minor stab injury.”
I shook my head at him, “Milo loved me,”
“Did he?”
“H-he did!” I replied, “I loved him back! It was mutual-” Something came from his mouth that made me freeze. A growl.
What was that?
“You really think he loved you?” He asked
I gulped, “If he didn’t, why would he marry me?”
“To make it look like he ‘loved’ you,” There was a resistance when he pronounced the word ‘loved’. I was shocked at his response but he seemed dissatisfied with something after he said that line. Like something was rubbing off of his tongue. He closed his eyes for a second, then looked at me again.
“No,” I said, “That can’t be, I’ve never felt that way-”
“If you don’t believe me.” He cut me off as he picked up the file and stood up, “That’s up to you.” He slid the file on the table between us and it stopped right before me, “You read the whole thing yourself and judge.”
I stared at the file, then looked back at him. His gaze lingered on me, his eyes searching mine for something. Right then I felt my head throb.
It wasn’t exactly a headache but it felt weird and I don’t know why I did that but I shook it off.
“Huh,” Demos scoffed, “Fine,” He turned around and left, “You can use the room on the left.” His anger seemed to rise as he went into the hallway with the staircase and disappeared. I looked back at the file on the table and picked it up.
The door clicked softly as I stepped into the room, the quiet welcoming me with an almost eerie calm. It was a guest room—luxurious but not overstated. The walls were a soft shade of light cream. The floor beneath my feet was hardwood, polished and smooth, making no sound as I moved toward the bed.
A flower-patterned dress, soft and summery, was neatly laid out on the bed. The colors—pale yellows, soft pinks, and whites. It was pretty. I blinked, taking in the sight of it, but the reality of my current state quickly hit me
Ah!
I was still in my underwear, feeling exposed and vulnerable. My hands trembled slightly as I picked up the dress, the fabric soft beneath my fingertips. I placed the file carefully on the bed before slipping into the dress. The material was cool against my skin, hugging my body in a way that felt almost too familiar.
Once I had it on, I sat down on the edge of the bed, the soft fabric swirling around my legs. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the tightness in my chest before opening the file. My fingers fumbled for a moment, the reality of everything came tumbling on me again as I opened the file and saw Milo’s photo there as the seller of them item that was me.
>>Demos
“I don’t get it. Why would she want to reject me?” I looked at Riker while we both stood in the main kitchen of the house on the first floor.
“You must have done something,” He replied as he took out some milk from the fridge and opened the cap
“We met right at that moment!” I said, “How could I have said anything?”
“Then she must hate how you look,” He smirked, then drank directly from the carton
“Riker, I’m going to break your jaw if you keep spouting nonsense.”
He brought the cartoon down, then gulped, “...” He sealed his lips, but only for a second, “Might be because she doesn’t want to get involved with the underworld.”
“But we’re mates! Why would it matter to her?”
“Maybe try connecting to her wolf?” He replied
“I tried,” I said, “I tried to link our minds but she didn’t let me in!” I was beyond frustrated. After so many years I had finally found my mate and she wouldn’t even acknowledge me.
“Then it’s obviously because she’s scared of our world.” Riker put the milk carton back in the fridge.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Maybe your wolf form can ease her in?” He said, “Our wild side is more instinctual than our human side after all.”
>>Riona
I didn’t even get to attend the funeral of my parents. As the suspect, I was allowed nowhere near the people I called family.
I stared at the paper on my lap. My eyes refusing to leave Milo’s picture. I gritted my teeth, as my eyes traveled to the line that stated he was my seller.
I shook my head. The words on the paper blurred for a moment as I tried to take in the meaning. It didn’t make any sense, Milo and I had been together for a year and there wasn’t a single time where I felt like I was a burden of some sort of that he didn’t like my company
I stared down at the file, my eyes blurred with unshed tears. The words on the paper blurred together as a weight pressed down on my chest, and the room seemed to close in around me.My breath hitched in my throat, and for a moment, I felt completely alone—like nothing I did could make it stop. The tears at the corner of my eyes threatened to spill, but I wiped them away quickly, trying to keep myself together.
I can’t trust a piece of information given to me by some gangster who bought me. For I know, this is all bullshit that he wrote himself.
I forcefully drew back my tears.
That’s right, there is no way Milo did that to me. I mean, why would he do this? If, and I mean IF, he really hated me and didn’t want to marry me, he could have called the whole thing off. He could have dumped me! Why frame me for murder, then give me off to a human trafficking ring?
Does that make any sense?
I threw the file away. I won’t trust this, I can’t!! I looked down at my palms. There has to be an explanation for all of this? Right?
I was trying to calm myself, but the anxiety in me only grew. I was stuck in the basement of some dangerous ganster’s house. How was anything supposed to go right? I found myself in utter despair.
Just as I was about to bury my face in my hands, the door creaked open.
I froze.
My heart skipped a beat as I shot my head towards the door.
Is Demos back? The door hadn’t been shut tightly, but my mind immediately raced—why did he come back? What did he want now?
But instead of Demos, something else stepped into the room.
A wolf.
A big, black wolf, its fur glistening under the soft light in the room. My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, I thought I might panic. I had never been around a wolf before, let alone one this large. But as the wolf moved in, it didn’t growl or snarl. It walked calmly, its eyes soft and gentle, not at all what I had expected.
Normally, I would have screamed, or at least tried to get away, but something about this wolf—it wasn’t threatening. Its presence felt oddly comforting.. Maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was the trauma that had been wearing me down, or maybe it was just that I had reached a point where I no longer feared things that had once terrified me.
I don’t know, but the wolf didn’t seem dangerous, and for once, in all the chaos and confusion, I didn’t feel afraid.
The wolf padded softly over to me and I didn’t move.
It sniffed at the edge of the bed before gently nuzzling my leg, as if it had been sent to comfort me.
I must have lost my mind, because I found comfort in his actions. My heart seemed to melt. I sat perfectly still, unsure of what to do but strangely calm in its presence. The warm weight of the wolf’s head against my knee sent an unexpected sense of relief through me, and for the first time in a while, I felt something close to peace.
I let my fingers brush the wolf’s fur, and it leaned into the touch. It was strange, but the longer the wolf stayed, the more I felt a sense of connection.
I really must have lost my mind.
“Where did you come from?” I asked the wolf and he looked at me. Right then I felt the headache I felt before. It was a sensation like something was trying to move into my head. But like last time, I shook it away.
The wolf whined. I found it odd at how it rolled its eyes at me. But at the same time I wasn’t sure what to make of that. I looked at the floor, in a distance where I had thrown the file.
“Hey,” I kept my eyes on the file as I asked the wolf a question, “Do you think I can run away from this place?”