Conflicted.

Darren's POV.

I could smell her immediately she got close to the room, before she opened the door, I knew she was the one close.

Her scent filled my nose like a drug, a mixture of pine and earth, and rain, and honey with hints of jasmine and vanilla.

My eyes closed as if by choice while she walked in, she wasn’t looking at me, not even for one second. Her gaze went straight ahead to the figure next to me.

I could see the hurt on her face when she watched us fuck each other, her face contorted into pure rage.

She opened the door and ran away. I couldn't help it. I picked my towel, wore it and ran after her.

“You can't run from me forever.” It sounded desperate, but I wasn't concerned about that right now.

I had to find her, make her listen. I honestly didn't know what I wanted her to listen to, but I needed her listening ears.

I followed her scent until we were out of the garden, and on a small path running through the park. My feet crunched loudly in the gravel and mud.

I used her scent to trace her, and I soon found myself among the pack's forest.

The trees and bushes swayed gently in the breeze around me as the sun warmed my skin. It felt nice in my bones.

I smiled involuntarily. She looked beautiful, standing there among all these trees.

“I should take care of her”. “I should hate her.”

These thoughts occupied my brain as I kept staring at her, without having anything to say to her.

“There you are.” I spoke after a few seconds.

She turned, her eyes widening in surprise. I saw her bite her bottom lip softly.

Her lips were pink and full, so fucking soft and kissable. I wanted those lips on my mouth.

I don't know why I was having these thoughts for someone I hated, but I had them anyway.

She stared at me for a while, her face showing me the pain she was feeling. I didn't have to ask her how she felt, I could see the hurt on her face.

The way she looked away and sniffled, like she spent the whole day crying, I walked closer to her, and she stepped back immediately.

She turned away to hide her tears, and I walked closer to catch up with her more.

I should be happy seeing her this way, her eyes filled with tears.

But I wasn't happy, I felt bad, I felt sad, and I hated it so much.

I wanted nothing more than to hurt her, make her weep, beg and beg and even ask for death from my hands.

But here I was, worried about her, worried that she saw me with another woman, I hated it so much.

Hated that she invoked feelings I never thought I had in me.

I hated the fact that my heart ached for her, I felt so angry, so upset that she made me care, she was driving me crazy.

Her eyes searched mine for a few seconds, she looked down immediately, sighing, I could hear her sniffling, and I moved my hands to comfort her.

I stopped midway when I remembered who she was and what I brought her here for.

I shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be caring about her, making her feel better.

I should let her suffer, make her cry more, I shouldn't get attached to her or be attracted to her, I should hate her.

She looked up again, her cinnamon brown eyes met mine, their depth was hypnotic.

It felt like time slowed down, everything blurred. I could barely breathe when our eyes locked together.

“You have no right to be upset.” I scoffed suddenly.

She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears.

“What are you saying… I thought…” She said, her voice cracked.

“You don't deserve my pity or apology, you deserve this hurt you're getting and more.” I spat, moving away from her.

She shook her head desperately, as if begging me to reconsider my words.

Her eyes watered harder, her breaths became ragged.

I wanted to reach out to her, but I suddenly remembered whose daughter she is, so I stepped back immediately.

“I should kill you, you stupid bitch.” I growled.

“But I won't, I will make your pain and torture more massive and unbearable.” I added with a wicked smile.

“No. Please, I've done nothing wrong, I don't even know what I did to you.” She pleaded.

“Just reject me, please.” She added.

I suddenly pushed her away roughly from me, “Leave.” I commanded.

I watched her walk away. I wanted to follow her and stop her, but I couldn't do that.

Not when she was that man's daughter.

The last thing I heard was her whimpering cry.

“I don't like what you keep doing.” My wolf said.

I rolled my eyes, and I just ignored him. I don't care if what I did hurt him, all that matters was me bringing pain to her, I didn't care how bad it made me feel.

I'm not sorry. And I'm not going to apologize, either. I haven't even started what I have in store for her.

I took off, my legs pumped quickly through the woods towards my house, the air in my lungs burning with every step.

When I returned to the house and got into my bedroom, I threw myself face down on my bed and screamed into my pillow.

I was furious, I couldn't calm down, I was angry, I needed to do something, but there was nothing I could think of.

My mind was filled with anger, frustration, and hurt.

All I could think about was what happened earlier.

I was angry, I was frustrated, I was hurt.

I was also confused, I didn't know why I was hurt because of what I did to her, but I could feel the churning pain.

Why did I feel that way? I was supposed to hate her, despise her and I did, but I just…

…couldn’t stand to see her like that.

I was supposed to hate her for being the child of that man, I thought she deserved my hatred, so how could I have any feelings at all for her?

Why the hell did I want to protect her, care for her.