"Just because you were right, doesn't mean I'm wrong. You just haven't seen life from my side." Nicholae's tears, despite his cold heart, voluntarily dropped to his cheeks. "Maybe the reason you left me was that you believe someone new will come into my life. Someone who would fix those permanent marks of scars and tiny holes in my heart you left behind. Someone who has faith, hope, and love more than you do." Mikai muttered to the photo where she believes Nicholae's promise of true love exists. Those were the two hurtful lines where Mikai and Nicholae's love story bind by a werewolf's business proposal. Packed with broken hearts, betrayals, and revenge. What will you do when you believe true love exists in the right place but at the wrong time?
View More{Nicholae's POV} Five minutes after the short inauguration ceremony, Ck and I rushed to my office to put on some clothes. Already looked shit and ridiculous with my nipples freely exposed wearing boxer shorts and walking through the hallways. The management was already taking care of and negotiating with those reporters and attendees who took photos and videos of the terrible incident. And they're not allowing anyone to get past the exit without getting checked. Even so, one leak of the video might put me and the company into trouble. Damn! That woman did not even apologize to me after what happened. I waited for her to hear her side of the story since I know it happened accidentally but instead, I saw her with my own eyes rushing away from the session hall as though she was chased by wolves. I was supposed to be blazing in fury because of that fucking embarrassing experience already. However, my wolf doesn't know how, it seems there is something about that woman.
{Mikai's POV} Damn! The man's weight had almost cut off all the thousands of veins in my body. Who could not be? He was probably 6'4 ft. tall with a broad chest and solid body like steel. Good thing I was naturally born a fighter - being used to lifting weights at a very young age. Could not believe it comes in handy when I carried and walked him starting from his spot a few kilometres to the entrance. The golf course should have been closed that day to make sure it will be exclusively available for the new President's arrival. But I already reported the incident to the cops. Perhaps the man was simply an avid fan of the President or was there to steal. He even had the guts to wear expensive clothes to make sure no one would suspect him. Good thing those canines made sure the man could not steal anything in the golf course. Because if that happens, I'd probably be doomed. My job in the most prestigious company might be at risk of recklessly failing the task given to me
As his eyes see it, the actual image inside the airport was not as welcoming as the clear blue sky under the smouldering rays from the sun outside. The airport's temperature is freezing, backgrounded by deafening sounds, and is causing his head to spin. What else could he possibly say? The wolf inside him always hates crowded places such as the floor he is currently walking on. Human scents from different races suffocate him like someone was grasping and squeezing his throat by force. Their diversified perfume, however, either bittered or soured his entire stomach, inviting him to crawl into the corner and puke. Sadly, he had to endure all discomforts to have the same good old days that he used to. His name is Nicholae Fisher. Gifted with 6'4 ft tall. Proud to have a light-brown complexion that differed him from the white and black Americans. Also, he had this unrecognized accent that sounded sweet though. What else did I miss? Oh. He's turning 27 in a week. Nicholae
As his eyes see it, the actual image inside the airport was not as welcoming as the clear blue sky under the smouldering rays from the sun outside. The airport's temperature is freezing, backgrounded by deafening sounds, and is causing his head to spin. What else could he possibly say? The wolf inside him always hates crowded places such as the floor he is currently walking on. Human scents from different races suffocate him like someone was grasping and squeezing his throat by force. Their diversified perfume, however, either bittered or soured his entire stomach, inviting him to crawl into the corner and puke. Sadly, he had to endure all discomforts to have the same good old days that he used to. His name is Nicholae Fisher. Gifted with 6'4 ft tall. Proud to have a light-brown complexion that differed him from the white and black Americans. Also, he had this unrecognized accent that sounded sweet though. What else did I miss? Oh. He's turning 27 in a week. Nicholae ...
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