Leaving the Big Wolf.

"How could you!" Those words echoed in the black nothingness I was standing within, my heart racing in fear and trepidation. What was happening? How did I get here? I rubbed my arms, feeling a strange chill.

All of a sudden, something opened underneath me and swept me in before I could even scream. I was falling into the same black nothingness, but my voice got choked as I found a huge jaw opened wide, ready to devour me.

"No… Noo! I can't die here!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, flailing my arms as strongly as I could. I needed a way to escape, but it seemed like I was stuck.

I covered my eyes immediately, and I found it was too late. When I opened them again, I was in a beautiful room, a room I believed was the most beautiful I had ever seen.

Blinking my eyelids slowly to adjust to the light, I yawned and lazily stretched. I was glad it was a dream. I could pretty much guess who was going to eat me up.

I wonder what my aunt is doing right now. She must be looking all over for me, not knowing I was in another city. I mimicked some of her gestures before holding my stomach, laughing at all my imaginations.

Standing right in front of the mirror, I stared at myself, my eyes widened, and my ears turned red.

"What is this… What is this…" My internal self was screaming. This wasn't what I wore to bed, was it? Did he change me? What the hell happened? I was wearing some pajamas different from what I wore to bed.

My heart was racing, with my ears and cheeks flushed red, I raced down to the kitchen where I could hear some movements. I almost fell off the stairs, but I had great reflexes to pull my foot back.

"Why are you running like that? You should calm down," I heard his sinewy voice, accompanied by a chuckle, making my stomach rumble in excitement.

"Why am I wearing this?" I asked as I pulled on the hem of the pajamas. He burst into glorious laughter while holding his stomach in a bent position. I pouted.

"What's so funny?" I asked, slightly agitated.

"I changed you, honey. I felt that what you wore, you would hardly breathe. That is why I changed you. What?" He asked, his face crinkling back to his original expression, making me shiver from the chills.

"So you removed my whole clothes?" I asked in a small whisper, my face heating up from pure embarrassment. He shrugged his shoulders before lifting his lips to his dangerous smirk I seem to hate at all times.

"I can't hear you, though. Please come closer." I rolled my eyes, I looked down at where I was standing, which was one meter away from him. He was standing there bent in while cupping his ears as if he was trying to listen in. I closed in on him a little distance.

"I asked if you removed—"

"I still can't hear you, darling," he echoed. If a voice could bring a whole house down, it would basically be his voice.

"Stop shouting, God damn it," I grumbled as I walked towards him, standing and staring directly at his face, my nose a little bit away from touching his nose.

"Now I can hear you. And yes… I removed every single piece of your clothes from your…" His head trailed down from my cheeks to my neck, then to my shirt atop my breasts.

I flushed red in embarrassment. Could he be less cliché? I looked down and refused to let him see the state I was in. He lifted my chin, making me stare directly into his eyes.

"I can't let you stay here." He suddenly changed the topic. And I raised my eyebrows quite confused.

"Why? Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?" I panicked. Was I going to be sent back to my aunt? The mere thought of it terrified me.

"I might do something to you, something you may not like." He paused, and he stared deeply at me. I could see pain and reluctance in his pupils, and at that moment, I really wanted to hug him and tell him everything was going to be fine.

Why? Because Vlad was more important to me than anything; he brought me up when I was down. So I am forever indebted to him.

"What could you possibly do to me?" I suddenly hugged him, melting myself into his masculine scent. A sane person would run away, but right now, if it was him… I don’t care at all. If he was a vampire or not.

"Your blood is very addictive, I could kill you in one night." He suddenly whispered as he buried his head in the crook of my neck. I could feel his body shiver in a split moment; I just patted his back, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It’s possible, but I know that you are not capable of hurting me, right?" I said while creating a little distance between us so we could look into each other's eyes. His eyes wavered while looking at me, but I didn’t think much about it.

"You still have to leave; I have arranged a place for you to stay in the meantime. Just know that when you need me, I will always be here, you are mine." He suddenly dropped the last sentence, and a red glow flashed across his eyes.

At that moment, I hoped I didn’t get myself into some kind of big trouble. I sighed deeply and shook my head, taking one step back. I crossed my arms.

"Alright, I will go to the place; where is this place?" I asked, gently tapping my arms.

"It used to belong to my grandmother, but she is no more, so you should go stay there; it isn’t too far away. And you could work, I usually stay undercover there, so it will be very safe for you," he told me before pausing and staring at me for a long while before he continued.

"This place is located in the next town, and I'm pretty sure your aunt won't be able to find you," he said as he took one step closer to me, cupped my elbows, and rubbed them. I'm sure he was trying to calm the little anger that was building up.

"Okay, cool." I agreed to his demands and slipped away from his hands. I wanted to let him know that I wasn’t really satisfied with letting him have his way, after all, I cruelly rejected the advances my mate was giving me.

And… And I didn’t even know how he was dealing with it because I wouldn’t.

"Get your things ready; we leave in 30 minutes. Remember not to delay. I have places to be." He suddenly ordered coldly. I turned back to glare at him, but he was no longer looking at me. Instead, he was walking towards one of the offices downstairs.

I got angry, I stomped my foot loudly as I made my way back to my room. When I slammed the door hard, the blinding but beautiful light in my room wanted to make me cry. It was very beautiful, yet I was going to leave it.

I caressed my bed and the sheets I left unscattered. I didn’t really

 arrange much of my things, since I didn’t have anything much to pack.

I immediately went into the bathroom with a towel in my hands, and after a few minutes, I was out again with my hair dripping wet. I took out a sweet shirt and pants and then tied my hair into a low ponytail.

Before leaving the room and meeting him downstairs with my box, I knew he was waiting for me, but I didn’t even want to look at his face, and neither did I care what expression he put on. From the corner of my eyes, I watched him shrug.

I followed him to the car, and we drove off. I haven't even had breakfast. My stomach rumbled in coherence with my thoughts. I bit my lower lip in embarrassment. I saw him swerve his car to a food stall by the roadside.

I don't fancy stalls, but because I was so hungry, I had no choice but to get out of the car.

"I know, you don’t fancy street food, but I am pretty sure you would love this one, with all your heart." He beamed as he walked to my side, hands tucked into his pocket. I shrugged, and he led the way.

But he wasn’t lying, though; this was the best street food I have ever eaten. Can something be this spicy but yet so good?

I wondered as I continued to take big bites while forgetting who had brought me here in the first place. At first. when the woman brought it to me, I doubted the taste because of the appearance…

But as soon as Vlad shoved it into my lips, I could have not imagined it to be so good.

"I don’t want you seeing him when you get there." Vlad’s voice suddenly echoed within my head, and I jerked to the sound just to find him right behind me, whispering into my ears.

"Who?" I asked him, turning to look at my side to see if someone was coming or if we were expecting someone.

"You will know what I am talking about very soon." He deadpanned on me. I very much knew migraines were beginning to grow in my head.