Chapter 4: Mysterious Attraction

George’s POV

I watched her devour the food swiftly. For someone of her stature, her appetite surprised me. Thousands of questions danced in my mind, eager to escape my lips.

The tales of werewolves, once dismissed as mere myths, unfolded before my disbelieving eyes.

In her, I beheld a beauty so rare, a beauty that transcended mere humanity. Her charm, a potent blend of beauty and a captivating physique, left me momentarily breathless.

She caught my gaze, and embarrassment washed over me, prompting me to clear my throat quickly.

"I must be quite the chef," I remarked, a swell of pride in my voice. She responded with a cool dismissal. 

"No, I'm just hungry."

A sting of sarcasm laced her words, a trait I found oddly adorable.

"Thank you," she murmured. Smiling, I blurted. 

"I'd gladly cook for you for the rest of my life." However, my attempt at charm was met with a scornful glance. 

"Hmmph," she exclaimed. She prepared to leave, but I impulsively halted her.

"Wait!"

"Have you ever been here before? Not all humans might be as accommodating as I am toward a werewolf," I awkwardly explained.

She remained silent, her cinnamon-brown eyes casting a confusing spell on me.

"Trust me, you can stay here and rest," I pleaded, trying to avoid sounding desperate.

"If you say humans won't welcome me, then why are you accommodating me?" she questioned.

"I'm not claiming to be a saint. I just want you to be careful," I clarified.

"Okay," she agreed, walking toward the couch to sit. Curious, I inquired. 

"So, how did you end up here?"

"I ran away from home," she confessed.

"That must be serious for you to have ended up here," I sympathized.

"Where can I bathe?" she asked, avoiding the topic.

"Follow me," I directed her to the bathroom.

"You... know how to use that, right?" I asked, realizing the awkwardness of my question. She raised an eyebrow in response.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

I must be observing her from a different perspective, considering I've never met a werewolf. I allowed her to shower and, lacking female clothes in the house, I offered her mine. 

Emerging from the bedroom in my oversized shorts and shirt, she looked even more stunning in an unexpected way. 

She remained mostly silent throughout the day, opting for sleep. As she rested, I cleaned another room to move there, offering her my room for as long as she needed.

The next day, I prepared breakfast, and our interactions gradually increased. 

After lunch, we found ourselves engaged in a more extended conversation. Seated on separate couches, my gaze fixed on her. 

"Could you tell me more about yourself?" I asked, pleading for a connection. In an attempt to ease the atmosphere, I began. 

"To make you more comfortable, I'll start." Her eyes focused on me.

"I'm George, as I mentioned before, and I'm human," I blurted, immediately regretting the unnecessary clarification. Her presence seemed to take apart my composure.

"I have two sisters. My father is a businessman, and my mother is a civil servant. I'm the youngest," I explained, trying to bridge the gap.

"I went to school and am currently a businessman, but I love adventure and cherish my alone time," I added with a hopeful smile.

She remained silent, her gaze still fixed on me. I gestured, signalling that it was her turn to share.

"Oh! I'm the Alpha's daughter, and I have a brother..."

"Wait, you're an Alpha's daughter? Like the king?" I inquired, fueled by curiosity.

"Well, not exactly, but you can call it that way," she replied with a small smile.

"So, you're a princess?" I asked again.

"No, I'm not a princess," she noted with a straight face.

"It might take me a while to understand how things work. Do you have school over there?" I questioned.

"How else are we communicating?" she responded with a rhetorical question.

"Good point."

"Do you also have cars?" I asked.

"Yes, but not many". 

"We have telephones here for communication, not in every home, though. What about you guys?" I inquired.

"Mind link."

"I don't understand, is that some sort of device?" I asked.

"No, it's a lifeline werewolves use to communicate with their minds within a pack, although I have a problem with that."

"And about your wolf, how do you..." I was interrupted.

"Can I at least rest?" she requested.

"Forgive me, I just have a lot to ask," I apologized.

Feeling overwhelmed and realizing I needed more time to comprehend werewolves, I informed her that I would be stepping out. 

After a trip to the nearby town for provisions, I returned to find her sleeping. As I started preparing dinner, she woke up. 

Trying to restrain my curiosity, I resisted asking too many questions, but my inquisitiveness got the better of me. 

The more she shared, the more fascinating it became. During dinner, as candlelight flickered in the room, she posed a question. 

“How long do you intend to stay here?”

"For as long as you want," I responded, my gaze momentarily caught in the depths of hers.

"Will you allow me to stay here for a few days?" she asked, her words hung in the air. 

"Of course. It'll be my pleasure," I replied with a smile, a warmth spreading between us, setting the stage for something unspoken but noticeable.

As night fell, our conversation deepened, we shared stories, a few laughs and whispered beliefs. 

The vulnerability in her eyes began to unfold, like a delicate blossom opening to the moonlit night.

Late at night, we retreated to our separate rooms, my thoughts lingered on her. 

Tempted to cross the boundary of our separate spaces, I wanted to check on her. I hung back not to seem a weirdo. 

The next morning I rose early, and quickly went to her room to see how she was doing. 

But she was not there, and the fear of losing her gripped me, the realization of a newfound emotion taking root.

Panic set in as I checked the surroundings and called out her name, receiving no response. What if someone took her away? 

What if the world discovered the forbidden being in my place and hurt her while I was sleeping? So many questions ran through my mind. 

And then, there she was a majestic white wolf I had seen before in the morning light. 

As the wolf shifted into Lyra, relief surged through me, and I couldn't help but pull her into an embrace.

Amid the uneasiness of uncertainty, I felt something deeper stir. It was more than the fear of losing her. 

It was the recognition of a connection that transcended the boundaries of the known.