Chapter 5
The Don Wants Answers
Zaria
The minute we successfully got back into the mansion, everything changed.
The tension around was too thick to comprehend, very feral.
Luciano's hand never had the liberty I sought to release my wrist; instead, it was clamped on it as if its life solely depended on that. To me, it was more of a cuff to hold me hostage from leaving, but funny enough warm and welcoming. But I wasn't going to be fooled by the warmth. He could snap at anyone any second, and this doesn't mean yelling, I meant it when I said snap.
Was it not the same man who just finished ripping life from rogue wolves like he was having fun plucking feathers off some chicken? Of course, he will do more than that if things don't go his way.
Now, with his bad temper, he was dragging me to God knows where, as if I were the main threat in a robbery scene.
"Let go of me this minute," I gritted my teeth in pain, jerking my arm to get free.
He didn't even as much as flinch.
Not even sparing me a blink. It was more like I was fighting myself.
He continued dragging me effortlessly until he reached a door. Kicking it open, then shoved me inside like I weighed nothing. Inside looked like a private study, filled with leather, even dark wood, and guns. All of them were displayed on wooden shelves like trophies, and I needed no one to tell me that it was a predator's playground.
Before I could process what was happening, the door slammed shut, and I knew I wouldn't leave until he said so.
Luciano paced restlessly, then turned to face me. It was very dangerous, but I still stood my ground.
"Who the damn hell are you this girl?" he asked, his voice coming out low, well controlled but very deadly to anyone that hears it.
"I've already told you countless times..."
"Try again, and maybe I will understand this time."
His eyes had returned to glowing dangerously again, though not exactly the way it was when he ripped off the rogues, but faintly. But I still noticed it, that silver burn beneath every one of his stares.
"I'm no one important," I snapped, tired of explaining myself to him. "Just a criminology student, who, out of curiosity, took the wrong path. I don't even have the slightest idea of who you are, neither do I care about the kind of Game of Thrones crap you've SUCCESSFULLY hidden for years under here..."
"You saw me when I was shifting into my wolf form."
Oh, that one.
So we are really going to take that path now.
I crossed my arms like it meant nothing. "Yeah, I did. That was…something new and different."
"You didn't even scream after seeing that."
"Would you have preferred I become scared and do that?" I deadpanned, staring hard at him to match his energy.
He moved closer to me, like a predator. "You didn't even as much as faint at the sight."
"Well, you never can tell, but I was this close."
His head moved to one side, his gaze still focused on me. "You don't even smell human to start with."
I blinked as confusion was registered on my face. "Excuse me Mr.?"
He took yet another dangerous step forward, but I wasn't going to wait till he did something dangerous. I backed into the desk.
"I said with all honesty," he murmured, still not unlocking his eyes from mine, "you smell familiar, like… moonlight. More like fire. Like… something which you won't like to hear, like forbidden."
I swallowed an invisible lump already forming in my throat. "So in your defense, I now wear exotic perfume. Sue me then."
His jaw clenched in annoyance, but he held himself. "You're hiding something very important, delicate information."
"And from all indications, you're clearly delusional."
Well, I shouldn't have challenged him, because in one breath, he was already hovering over me. His huge arms were trapping me on the desk.
I could feel him growling inside, how heated up he was, and could boil water if not controlled.
His scent came washing over me, it was very dark, something indescribable, somehow Smoky, and addictive at the same time.
"I should've never left you alive, but killed you," he whispered, though more to himself, but his voice did him dirty in betraying the softness in him. It wasn't even out of rage. It was more of a restraint.
"You can still go ahead and kill me." I shot back, raising my chin to meet his.
His eyes landed on my lips instead of concentrating on what I said. He stared weirdly at my lips, like he could devour me if he stopped controlling himself. Next, he took his steamy gaze to my neck, tilting his head like he was licking me.
His fingers twitched as what he was doing dawned on him.
His wolf was uncontrollable, too close to consuming me.
"You're my fated mate," he said quietly, but I could tell the word disgusted him, but there's nothing he could do to change fate.
"Congratulations, right?" I offered dryly, and in a mocking manner.
Luciano just stared at me, his breathing very hard. It was like him fighting off something growing in him. Like a desire.
Then he moved away from me, and in frustration, ran a hand through his already messy hair, and cursed in Italian. "You're too naive to not even know, are you?"
I frowned as I tried to straighten up from the desk. "Know what exactly?"
He laughed, but it wasn't just any type of laugh. It was very dark and bitter, but at the same time hilarious. "Of course. Of course, the only thing the Moon Goddess is good at is punishment. Now, all she could think of was to tie me to a naive girl who, for the dumbest reason, doesn't even know she's a f***ing wolf to start with."
My stomach dropped at his statement. "I'm not what..."
"You are, girl," he cut in before I could finish. "Your whole blood says so with no mistake. The scent you carry. The unimaginable way my wolf suddenly reacts when around you."
I shook my head in disagreement. "No, you are very wrong. That's an impossible thing to say. My parents are..."
"...are dead and long gone." His voice wasn't merciful at all, very icy. "And I think we shouldn't just sit around, as now is the right time to find out why."
I opened my mouth to talk but he was already turning the doorknob.
Before he finally exited the room, he turned in rather s threat. "You stay here quietly, any attempt at running away from me again, and I would be left with the option of tying you to my bed."
I blinked as weird images started creeping into my head. "Excuse me, bed what?"
"Oh, not for pleasure actually," he said as his pretty face was covered with a wicked smirk. "For control of course."
Then the door slammed shut, leaving me trembling, but not in fear...
It was because of the indescribable burn spreading in my chest.
And no matter how I tried to live in denial, a huge part of me still wanted him around me, to come back!