The man that looked like a god

Jasmine's pov

Who was this man?

Even in the dark, I could perfectly outline his features. Damn! the creator for making some people look like the Greek gods while others like the slaves.

Though I couldn't see all of him, from the little I could see, I would say he was the human symbol for gorgeous.

Dang!

He was tall, lean, broad-shouldered, and had muscular arms. Those were his features I took in at first then swallowed. 

Next was his footsteps... They were calculated and purposeful. His hands were tucked into the pocket of his black velvet jeans trousers. His long-sleeved shirt is rolled up to his elbows, leaving his veins and muscles on display. The first four buttons were undone, too, which had also graced me with a majestic view of his chest. 

Oh my God! He had hair, I almost squealed in delight but I willed myself to stop. Hair on the chest of men has always been a thing of appreciation for me. I was a sucker for it. I lack words to describe how magnificent the human in my front was. He could be a living work of art.

As I got closer to him, the moon opened her heart and framed us with her light. Time froze for a second. I just stood and stared at him open-mouthed like a bewitched cat. The moon provided a 3 o'clock shadow on his face. I looked up at him, and at that moment I got lost in his eyes. His eyes were like that of a dragon. A semblance of the tsunami, it was. It was the type of eyes that commanded you to stop, to look, and then stare. It was almost surreal.

Reddish green eyes that were covered with thick and full brows. His nose was long and referred. His hair was jet black and styled in such a way that a few strands of it fell on his face. My hands were itching to get it off his face; My wolf yearned to lick them off his face. His way was messy but tamed- into a side crew cut. His stubbles were in shade melanin. His jaw was chiseled and sharp.

His lips...oh my god. Just like I've ever wanted. Thin, small, and pouty. It looked soft too. I dared myself to look up at his face and I caught him already staring at me with mischievous eyes, I might add. 

I suddenly jerked back. Not totally sure why, but I did take backward steps away from this mystic.

His eyes held too many uncertainties. He oozed mystery. His demeanor was strong, fierce, intimidating, and demanding. The aura surrounding him was powerful and strange and more ferocious than any ordinary wolf or human I know. I knew all four alpha of the wolves kingdom and he was none of them. He wasn't a Beta or gamma also. I'd know if he was one because most times at pack heads meetings I would go in attendance whenever my father was the host and never have I seen this man.

Who was he, really? 

My voice seemed to get lost in my throat because although I wanted to speak, and I did will my mouth to say something, my voice didn't come out.

I was suddenly dumbfounded. 

He cleared his throat and said "You look like you were going to say something. What stopped you?"

Well, this man just damned protocol. 

I thought conversations started with the exchange of pleasantries? Something cliche. Maybe how are you? or hi pretty! And for those that would want to come out strong—what is a pretty ass lady like you doing outside in this chilliness, by this time of the day? 

But here was this man, mystery man, jumping over protocols to ask a rather annoying question. Was he not thought to treat ladies right? Such poor manners for such a good look. I thought in my head but I was slightly intrigued by his personal. 

Normally, men would empty their word bank while trying to impress me which made me always believe I was somewhat irresistible but now... I'm forced to have a rethink.

And I was sure as hell going to give him something to have a rethink about as well.

"I was going to say you are standing in my way. Move!" I blurted out and folded my arms on my chest. Getting ready for his reply.

He made a tsk sound and said "You're sure that's what you were going to say wild cat?"

It was my time to scoff. "Wild cat? That's the best thing you could come up with?"

"For you, yes!" 

I rolled my eyes. "What are we, kids?" 

"One of us is," he replied then smirked. He brought out his hand from his pocket and tucked a strand of my hair at the back of my ear then whispered, " if not wildcat, what would you rather I call you?" He licked his lips then continued. "By the way. I like my cats wild," he concluded with a mockery wink. The howls from the wolves have suddenly stopped. Except for the sound of crickets chirping the entire woods was now silent.

"I caught you checking me out, by the way," he stated again, a sly smirk playing on his gorgeous lips.

"I didn't." I tried to deny it. 

"Now you're lying, wildcat."

"Whatever you say, man." I snickered.

"Oh, I'm more than just a man," he breathed.

"I see. Enlighten me." I challenged.

He took tentative steps towards me, tongue swirling in the nook of his cheek. "I like that you are confident and different," he whispered.

"I like that you recognized I am way out of your league." I snapped. 

I barely let the word find resonance in the atmosphere before I moved past him and slightly bumped my shoulder into his. for good measures that were…