Chapter 4

♤Ven♤

Things shouldn't have gone this way. I hated to admit, the presence of that hyper-masculine domineering and overbearing Alpha was affecting me more than it should. His proximity distracted me, the look in his ashes-of-the-death deep gray eyes pulled me more than those deep blue pairs which contained the load of the whole world. My heartbeat increased rapidly while meeting his gaze. Maybe it's kind of a spark I felt, but when his breath was fanning on my face, I felt him trying to call me desperately. As if those eyes had waited for thousands of years, it was desperate like a child who didn't get a gift from Santa for many years. That was intense yet horrifying. 

I couldn't fall for it, I couldn’t fall for him. The moment those mesmerizing blood-shot eyes were about to trap me till eternity, I was looking at him in a deer-in-the-headlights situation. Confusion, shock, and fear were covering my mind, so without any second thoughts, I ran. I ran at my best speed. Never planning to look back, not caring about those curious gazes or whispering surroundings, I moved forward until I reached the bank of the sizzling white water river, Aragon. The enthralling beauty of nature and the slight steady burble of flowing water helped my running-in-a-sprint heartbeat to get calmer.

Pulling myself together, I understood there were mysteries in every corner of the magical universe. Everyone here had their secrets, even the river itself. Alpha Arthur wasn't hypnotized. The power that could bring the whole world under my feet didn't work on him, though he fell unconscious for a little time, he still remembered everything.

Even Alpha Arthur asked me to stay with Alpha Aragon as if he was the master of my opinion. The domineering look on his face was prominent. Did he even know who I am? Or noticing my powers or maybe my affection, he asked me to stay in the packhouse, though it was simply blackmailing. Still, I was stuck in thoughts of how he was not hypnotized. What power inside him prevented my spell.

"Why do you want me to stay with Alpha Aragon? I'm just a petty human." when those total lies left my mouth, he burst out laughing.

Maybe he didn’t know my poisonous reality but guessed something for sure. His words still sounded right, "Petty woman? You hypnotized the damn Rivermoon pack, even Aragon didn't get a single hint. Leave those humans, no werewolves, vampires, or witches could do the same, they wouldn't even dare to think. I don't know who you are but if you are a human, you are not petty, you are powerful, dangerous. Maybe that's how the pack needed."

But that’s where he was wrong. I am venom, never I could be anyone’s need. Because I was the reflection of death. I was here to kill Aragon. Who knew that time his presence could make me crave for more. Maybe my presence didn’t hurt that mysterious alpha but it can harm the normal wolves. Even if air stopped restricting my poisons, these pack members would die within no seconds. Even the whole magical universe would turn into ashes. I didn’t belong here. But maybe I needed to stay here for some days. Not because of my curse, not for the blackmail, not even for Aragon. Because of my poisons, if Ricin poison reached here, someone misused it for sure. And as a protector, I needed to know the real motive.

“ What an excuse!” The familiar mocking voice cooed in my ears.

“ That’s the truth.” I shrugged at his mockery.

"Seems like you fell for devil's charm." He knew it was about to happen and I couldn't ignore that I fell for Alpha Aragon. Didn't know how, maybe it happened the first time we met or it was his damn hazardous attitude that pulled me like a magnet. Didn't know why, it didn't take time, it was like his presence was enough to change my world, poisons danced with joy in my body when our skin collided, even if barely for seconds.

"You knew all these? If you knew I would fall for him, why the hell did you send me to his world, that too just to kill him?" I snapped at him. Maybe I was out of mind. I didn't want to kill Aragon anymore, if there was something I wanted, I just wanted to hold him with all of my might which was never possible. If somehow my nails scratched him or my poisons reached him internally, he would die for sure though surprisingly it had less effect externally.

"I told you before, I could only guide you to the path, which one you will choose only depends on you. And you can't make an omelet without breaking eggs." He simply looked into my eyes like he always did before, straight and confident. The left side of his lips was curved upwards with that familiar sinister and smug smirk.

Was he mocking me?

"Why did you come? To make fun of me? The protector of poisons fell in love with a not-so-normal werewolf…..something worth taunting." I rolled my eyes. I was mad at this jerk piece of the guest.

Meeting Aragon was nothing like fate, neither bumping into his hard rock chest. It was well-planned by this arrogant man whom I knew nothing about. He was like an untold chapter in my life. Every time he showed up after I killed someone, in that sea back when the sunlight was about to touch the blowing water, sucking all the pollution in that. He was like that sunrise, sending me hopes each time, my poisonous life will be over one day. Not sure if it was only his pitiful words or just a way of mocking.

"I thought you wanted to see me. I'm not making fun of you. If you know how to kill him, you will know how to kill yourself. I'm trying to show you something else, open your eyes and look carefully. And meeting him was destiny." 

Still, that disgusting smirk didn't leave his face. But the confident look in his eyes turned soft all of a sudden. I didn't know what he was talking about but asking him was nothing but foolishness, he would never reply. Maybe he would just leave without saying bye. Only his footprint will fade away after a little time.

"Why are you still smirking like a moron?" Sideways of my perfect lined eyebrow arched automatically in an instant. Maybe I needed to be more careful with him, he shouldn't be believed so easily. 

"Only if you could listen to his wolf!" 

"Huh?" 

Wait, he could listen to anyone's thoughts? I knew from the very beginning, he was not human, not even any God. He didn't even feel anything while touching me. Deeply immersed in my thoughts, I turned my head to look at his poker one. The smirk was long gone, even the soft look. Now the intimidating cold expression is only left in stock.

"Who are you?" 

I asked at last. He didn't reply. Soon enough his right hand slipped into the pocket to take out a perfect milk-white handkerchief. That signature handkerchief, I noticed it every time he came, he used to wipe his forehead with it even if there was no sweat or dirt. Maybe he liked to show off with this piece of cloth. 

His eyebrow arched upwards maybe after listening to my thoughts. The long-lost smirk came back when he made me hold the handkerchief. Then after the last gesture to look back, he was gone as always.

But I was not in the mood to think about him anymore. My eyes got stuck on the gigantic wolf in front of me. I knew it was Aragon, at least that's what those gray pairs of eyes said. Those gray orbs felt so familiar, so intense. Least expected, but he suddenly jumped over me, trying to trap both of my wrists with his paws. The scorching hot breath fanned my neck, mesmerizing eyes trapped with mine, Before I could even understand, I felt something sharp on my neck.