VALENCIA’S POV
"You can’t be serious," I said to Dylan, who looked at briefly before returning to sign whatever papers they were.
I waited for his reaction, but when he didn’t, I stomped my foot on the ground, shifting my gaze to Carl.
Carl looked at from the corner of his eyes, but seeing him say nothing, I was on the verge of grabbing their hair and yanking it off their heads.
What the hell was wrong with going to the coral regions again? They saw that the Lycans liked and didn’t want to hurt .
Besides, if they didn’t want to find out the truth about , then don’t I already know that the people in the Hazel Moon pack aren’t my birth parents?
Though Uncle Jonathan hadn’t said anything about it, Intuition told they were right, and I wanted to know what the hell this curse was all about.
And if there was anything I could do to cure or fight against it, and if not, could I do anything to use it in my favor?
It was such a simple task that included no harm or getting involved with any kind of rogue.
I also heard that recently, the Lycans killed 47 rogues infiltrating their regions, and that’s why the rogues are wary of returning.
Their dominance in the werewolf world was unmatched, and once again, they were able to establish it.
"Co on, Dylan," I groaned when he refused to look at .
Dylan sighed and stood from his place.
"The ’Alphas et’ is in two days, and I can’t afford to have my attention on sothing else," he said.
"Are you implying here that I bring problems and am a trouble magnet?" I asked, scowling.
If he thought that, he would be right, but he didn’t need to express it.
"What I am trying to say is that if you went to the coral regions, there would be no way I could concentrate on this eting, which is far more important for others, but you are more important for . However, because you would be in the coral regions, I won’t be able to concentrate on what is important for others. You are getting my point?" He asked , a helpless smile on his face while I looked at him with confusion.
Hearing a snicker behind , I glared at Carl, who probably found this situation amusing.
I shook my head. What was important for others, and what was vital for him or ?
Why was he twisting the words like that?
"You suck," I said to Dylan before going into my room, thinking about what to do to get them to agree with .
They knew I was trying to run away from Alpha Tyler, and according to Dylan, ’I can’t run away from my problems all the ti,’ so he didn’t allow to go anywhere.
As I lay on my couch near the window, I saw the infamous black sedan stop in front of our apartnt’s gates and raised my brows.
What was he doing now?
As soon as he got out of the car, wearing a black shirt rolled to his elbows and gray pants, a pair of blue goggles adorning his eyes, and his hair gelled back, I couldn’t help but feel my heart skipping a beat.
It’s been four days since our last event, and I found myself sleeping in my room, and since then, I haven’t been able to face him.
What happened that night was indeed one of my most embarrassing monts, though I won’t lie. I enjoyed every second of it, and it was because I enjoyed it that I found it hard to face him.
As soon as I saw him entering our building, I looked around to ensure his n weren’t stopping under my building. Once I made sure there wasn’t anyone, I quickly put on my jacket and sneakers before jumping onto the balconies, sothing I have been doing for the past four days whenever he cos to our apartnt to visit us.
I jumped the three balconies before looking down to ensure there still wasn’t anyone in sight.
Finding no one suspicious, I jumped a couple more and was about to jump down the final one before running away like I had always done. But as soon as I jumped, rather than landing on the cold concrete ground, I landed in soone’s arms, and judging from the string grip and familiar masculine scent, I didn’t need to know who it was.
"Running away again, aren’t we?" he asked , his cold, chocolatey voice making want to lt but run away at the sa ti.
I lifted my head to look into his dark hazel eyes, which were hidden behind the goggles.
"I wasn’t running away," I told him, and he smirked.
"You sure weren’t," he said, and I looked down at my feet, ashad.
"You can put down," I said to him.
Maverick smirked.
"Why would I put you down when all I want to do is put myself inside you? I have a way to do it with you in my arms. Do you want to try?" he asked, his serious expression making it hard for to guess if he was serious or just mocking for running all the ti he ca over.
"Don’t be funny," I said, trying to jump from his hands. He tightened his grip, which made slip only a little, but my top was riding up.
I thought he would make fun of , but rather than that, he threw on his back, evening my top so it would cover my tummy again as he pulled back down.
"I can’t have anyone look at what’s mine," Maverick said, and I honestly wanted to test his reaction if I told him I was a rogue. I wanted to do it when I wasn’t in the area just to be on the safe side.
"Put down, Alpha Maverick," I glared at him.
However, in the next second, rather than hearing , he took off his glasses with still in his arms, curling a little up in the process before he pressed his lips on mine.
"I told you. Repeat that Alpha shit again, and I will kiss you and ensure that I pleasure you enough that you forget who I am," He said.
A shiver ran down my spine when he said those words, all those naughty thoughts of him licking and sucking my breasts with his fingers imdiately crossing my head as my panties started to turn wet.
"We are in public,"
That was the only excuse that ca to my head, and he chuckled.
"I know. And I must tell you that’s the only reason you are still dressed," He said shalessly before pulling out what looked like a small dagger from his pocket.
He put down on my feet, and I looked at him, a little bit confused.
"What’s this?" I pulled out the exquisite dagger from inside, the dried blood on it confusing .
Why was he giving a dirty dagger?
I tried to scrap the dried blood from it through my nails, but to no avail did it co off.
"Do you like it?" He asked .
I observed his eyes carefully. He looked a bit hopeful, and my body could sense it. I looked back at the beautifully designed cover of the dagger before tracing the tip of it on my index finger.
I grabbed his finger and traced the blade with it. It pierced his skin, drawing a tinge of blood, and I brought his finger close to my mouth before licking it, not averting my gaze from his in the anti.
"I think I like it," I smirked.
The man looked at with dark hazel eyes before smiling.
"It belonged to my father," He said, and I froze briefly.
What did he say? The dagger belonged to his father...
Why was he giving this? Was he trying to show its beauty or sothing similar?
"My great-grandfather gave this dagger to my grandfather, who gave it to my father, and then he gave it to ," Maverick explained.
I nodded my head in understanding. However, I don’t know what I was supposed to understand here.
"And here I am standing with this dagger in my hand, actually in your hand," He said.
I looked at the dagger. I didn’t know it was this ancient.
"What are you trying to imply here? If you are showing off that you have such an ancient thing in your hands, then it’s working because -"
"I am giving this to you,"
Maverick’s words interrupted , and I looked at him, my eyes wide as saucers.
What did he say? Was he giving this dagger? Was he being for real?
He just told a story about how much it ans to their family that it was like an heirloom.
How can he give up the dagger to any random she-wolf who doesn’t -
I paused.
There was no way he was...
I looked into his eyes, gulping a little.
"You have lost your mind," I pushed the dagger into his hand before running inside the apartnt building as fast as I could.
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