FATAL ATTRACTION

ALL IT TAKES FOR A GIANT MAN TO BE FICKLE AND SMALL IS A WOMAN WHO’S READY TO BRING HIM DOWN.

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WELCOME💕🌸

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ARTFOLD’S POV

One thing I hated most was stupid women who think they can do as they wish because they have a pretty face and a gentle smell. And this Slut, whatever her name is, was going to pay dearly for the stress she has put me through in the last 48 hours.

From rushing her back to my pack, getting her treated and a stupid lingering of my heart, wanting to badly know if she survived or if she didn’t, rendering me useless. She was just a slut I met at a bar, nothing more. Yet the way I could not focus on anything aside from her made it look like she was the Luna of my pack, in an ailment and I was waiting impatiently for her to wake up.

I raised my head towards the door as it opened, revealing the doctor’s trusted guard. My heart skipped a beat as I waited for what he had to say, “your highness, she’s awake.”

I felt everything stop for a moment at his words, slowly closing my eyes and muttering a prayer of thanks to the moon goddess. I stood up from the chair and marched out of the room, unleashing every fury that I had been tucking away to the pit of my stomach as I made the way to the room she was being kept in.

I ignored the greeting of the guard who opened the door as I stepped in, halting in my steps at the sight of her on the large family size bed, the doctor regulating whatever he has connected to her arms.

“Your highness…” I heard the doctor say, blinking towards him.

“Get out.”

He bowed slightly, stumbling out of the room immediately and closing the door after him. The temperature of the room winded down coldly as I stepped closer to her, recalling the words she has said to me.

I…I..Artfold Panther would be blamed for her death.

I scoffed out, stopping right in front of her bed. My eyes clashed with her tired brown orbs immediately, wrinkles on her forehead and a weary look on her face.

“What’s your name?”

She managed to seat up, her forehead wrinkling with deep lines as she sighed tiredly, her throat gobbling up and down.

“What are you going to do to me?” She asked, fear in her eyes as she eyed me down.

I lifted the corner of my lips up as I leaned over to the bed frame, using it as support, “I'm glad you clearly remember me, Slut.”

“You should have just let me die.” She growled angrily at me.

The smile on my face widened, “ohh, I will. I’ll let you die,” the rest of the smile died down as I said the last words, “only after you undo what you’ve done to me.”

I strode towards her and snatched her right arm from her, staring straight at the mark of my teeth on her wrist before flinging it back to her to look at it. I ignored the spark that lightened up in me at the feel of her skin around my arm, the same way I had felt last night, her scent that wafted into my nose from just being close to her, the same one that led me to her table last night.

She smelled of fresh waters, mixed together with the old and nostalgic smell of a bookshop with flowers and the stench of your favorite coffee. Her brown orbs reminded me of my past mate, but very different.

Liana had the eyes of pure wickedness, while she had the gentle and soothing look of an evening breeze, calming your nerves and your soul. My wolf growled at me, my hands jerking up wanting to brush off her messy hair.

I leaned closer to her and watched her pull back, clenching my jaw, “First, you did something on me to make me mark you. Second, I can’t remember her, my ex mate. A night with you and you’ve taken all my memory of her. And thirdly,” I gritted my teeth harder, lowering my gaze to the bed.

It was her. It was because of her that I have been feeling all different kinds of emotions. I was the TRIBRID king, and it only meant one thing. I was half wolf, half vampire and half human. Majorly, it was my wolf that dominated most of everything in my life, and for most of my life, I had never felt my vampire or human side.

But since seeing her last night, talking to her, taking her to bed, they were back and I could feel them.

“You’re making me feel something for you. Something I clearly do not want to feel.” I added, growling at her and returning my eyes into her confused ones.

“I would give you three days, three days to find a solution to what you’ve done to me. If you dare not, I will skin you alive and give you the best death that you gladly want.”

Something stirred in me as she pulled towards me, feeling the urge to touch her and take her into my arms as her eyes taunted mine, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, your highness. But I did nothing to you. If you’re looking for someone to blame for your measly and stupid actions, find someone else and not me!” She said back, not stuttering for one bit.

I grabbed her by the neck harshly, watching her eyes widen in shock, “Three days, Alicia. After Three days and there’s nothing, you would find out why I’m called the Alpha king.”

She looked back at me like my words were just nothing, “I would really like to know, because you’re a piece of shit to me.”

“We’ll see then.” I said before releasing her.

I turned towards the door and walked out, feeling my rage draw into me again. But this time for a different reason. It was not because of her, but because of what I had said.

A weak reply. A weak response. And a part of my stupid humanity spreading into my body. I needed to find a way to undo whatever she has done, if not, things would fall into disaster.

Or else I might be turning weak. And Artfold Panther, the TRIBRID alpha king was everything asides weak.