“Or maybe love wasn’t enough to make it work…”
She heard him exhale rashly.
“But you know, I used to have that idea you can do anything together as long as you love each other,” he muttered then laughed dryly.
“You’re a hopeless romantic,” she snorted.
“I’m an artist, remember?”
“But in the end, it would still be up to those people if they want to work it out, right?”
Mason fell silent. There was a comfortable silence between them when he blurted out of the blue.
“Or maybe because I didn’t try hard enough! Thank you!” he kissed Miranda’s forehead and left the gazebo, leaving her in awe. Did she just give him an idea how to solve his love life?
Pfft. That loser.
She closed her eyes like darkness devoured the world. Enjoying her solitude, Miranda pondered the short conversation she had with Mason.
You can do anything together as long as you love each other, Mason’s words echoed in her mind.
He doesn’t love you. Stop dreaming, she reminded herself. She didn’t want to give herself false hopes. That would be the end of her.
Did you ask him? You did not. Did you give yourself a chance? No, you did not.
Feeling mad, Miranda headed back to her room and decided to sleep. She wanted to get rid of Llewis from her mind. But the more she wanted to; the more she feels broken. Forgetting him was harder than she thought.
10 Finale
Miranda snarled in irritation when she found herself rolling back and forth on top of her bed. She has been there for more than an hour and couldn’t get herself to sleep.
Get lost! She thought when ideas of Llewis crossed her mind once more. She missed his voice and the feeling being wrapped around his arms. She missed the way he cooks for her and treats her. She missed kissing him and having him beside her day and night.
She missed him so bad she was about to go mad.
Damn it.
Wanting to get some fresh air, Miranda stepped out of the sliding doors in her room which was adjacent to the garden, leading a way to the woods and fields. She was very thankful when she learned about it. If she was in the city it would be really hard to transform into her wolf. Cameras were everywhere and people would be alerted seeing a big dog hanging around the city.
And she didn’t want that.
Stripping off pajamas, Miranda turned into a glorious she wolf. Her fur was silvery gray that shone under the light of the moon. She had a white patch on her chest, a mark of being born in the Walker family – her father has it too. Her paws were big but not as big as any male wolf.
Basically, she was just a normal female wolf – except for her color. According to Marco, her great-grandmother, an omega, was the last wolf he had seen having a color like hers.
Okay, shall we? She thought after letting out a long and loud roar as she let the moonlight kiss her fury figure.
The only thing Miranda was thankful of after turning into a werewolf was the ability to transform whenever she likes. At first, she was scared that she might turn into her animal form in front of people. But her father, Marco Walker, the leader of the pack, taught her some tricks that only wolves in their family can do.
Miranda learned to tame her wolf. Now, even if it’s full moon, it’s up for her to go out and hunt or not. She was not obliged to transform, thanks to her father’s genes.
And she didn’t really need to hunt because human food can suffice. Her food intake was the same and she never really had thirsted for blood – either human or animal.
She followed the path in the garden, feeling excited to go out. It would be her wolf’s first time to run in Italy’s fields. Jogging in her four legs, she enjoyed the breeze that touched her fury body. At least nature knows how to make her feel good.
Miranda stopped on her tracks, watching the thick and dark woods. The night was young and she wanted to return home completely tired and drained, that way she wouldn’t have any time to think about Llewis.
It wouldn’t kill me, right.
She took a few steps closer to the woods. She felt a little bit scared but curiosity was able to cover it up. She wanted to see what’s in it.
Will there be wolves here too?
Miranda hopped and skidded on the muddy ground, feeling ecstatic.
It’s not bad to meet new people.
After few more minutes, Miranda reached the depths of the woods. There was nothing but bunnies, birds and bats. She was expecting more of an adventure than these tiny animals.
Stepping lightly on the ground, Miranda leaned against a big tree. And to her surprise, she found herself enclosed in a net. Her legs started to elevate from the ground, causing her to panic. She just got herself trapped!
Great going, Miranda.
She wiggled inside the net, trying to figure out what to do. She couldn’t stay there until sunrise or even wait for the people who set up the trap.
Of course, it wouldn’t be easy in her wolf form.
Looking around, Miranda made sure that there was no one around to witness her transformation back to her human form – not to count the fact that she didn’t want to be seen naked by anybody.
Starting to feel the pain of turning back, Miranda heard herself whimpering. She was stuck in a net and was forced to undo her wolf form. What a great time for her first run in Italy!
When she finally felt the strings of the net on her butt, Miranda let out a deep sigh. Being in her wolf form was so much better – thanks to her fur. Struggling, she started to move drastically inside the net. Her height was literally cooped up and she could imagine herself curling up like a fetus – except that she had boobs.
Minutes…
Hours…
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” she cursed when the trap refused to let loose. The net was made of strong strings and was tightly tied on a strong branch. She tried turning back to her wolf and bit the strings but it was no use.
You never should have come in here, you idiot.
She heard footsteps approaching and it was too late to turn back into her wolf form when the silhouette had approached her quickly. The figure had green eyes that glowed in the moonlight.
“P-Please can you help me?” she whispered after mustering up all the courage she had. Being seen by a man wouldn’t be something very embarrassing.
I have something to flaunt anyway, she tried to comfort herself.
The figure stopped. It was a man with a big build – a familiar figure. But something was bothering her; the man didn’t have the same scent – in fact, she couldn’t smell anything from him. And she was only able to notice his presence because of the sound his footsteps were making.
“P-P-Please…”
It’s human – one thing she was sure of.
The figure approached her and pushed something from the hole in the tree’s closest trunk, letting down the net she was in.
“Oh, so that’s why I can’t get out,” she mumbled, stripping away from the stringed trap. It can only be undone by pushing the button hidden on the trunk.
Silly.
“What are you doing here… naked?”
Miranda stiffened. The voice belonged to Llewis. The air was then filled with his familiar scent making her shut her eyes to make sure it was his. When the clouds moved, moonlight illuminated his familiar figure, revealing the handsome face she has been missing like a mad dog – wolf.
“W-W-What are you d-doing here?” she retorted, covering her nakedness with her hands. But it was useless.
“Too late for that, eh?” Llewis smirked, pinning her with an intense gaze from his jade-like orbs.
Miranda swallowed hard. She wanted to kiss him at that instant but she needed to restrain herself. She was not in the place to think that way. She was naked for goodness’ sake!
“Do. Not. Look. At. Me.” Pointing at Llewis, she moved around him and took the jacket he was wearing. She was still the Alpha’s daughter and she could be arrogant
as much as she could be – well, at least in that kind of situation.
“I’m not,” he replied dryly.
She didn’t know why but she felt a bit disappointed.
What? You were expecting him to wrap his arms around you, kiss you and tell you he missed you?
“And it’s not like I haven’t seen that before,” she heard him say in a sarcastic tone, making her cheeks heat up.
“Yeah, right.”
Frowning, Miranda stomped on the ground and started walking away from him. She was frustrated. How did she end up seeing the person she wanted to forget so badly?
”How did you conceal your scent?” she asked out of the blue, looking back.
Llewis shrugged.
“Perks of being an alpha,” he replied proudly.
Rolling her eyes, she continued stomping on the ground, hoping that it would resolve the frustration she was feeling.
“Thanks for the help,” she mumbled angrily. With that, she ran as fast as she could, thanks to the moonlight which seemed to have understood her feelings, leading her path.
It wasn’t so long when Miranda stepped on a broken glass. Her foot bled like hell, making her cry in a mixture of pain and anger. She wasn’t crying because of her wound. She was crying because of her broken heart.
For a moment there, she thought of coming clean with her feelings for him. And it was a foolish idea seeing his empty reaction seeing her.
He’s no knight in shining armor, she thought while looking at her wounded foot.
“Why are you running when no one’s chasing you?” Llewis asked, pulling her up from the ground. He carried her in his arms and placed her on one of the large roots.
He took off his shirt and placed it on the ground. His packed muscles which were hardly visible under the moonlight but Miranda found herself swallowing hard. He still had the same effect on her.
“When will you ever stop being such a klutz?” he mumbled in exasperation after taking a look at her wound. He tore a piece of cloth from his shirt and wrapped it on Miranda’s cut.
“That would stop the bleeding.”
Miranda watched him quietly.
“Why are you so nice to me?” she asked after a few moments of silence.
“Does anyone need a reason to be kind to someone?”
She paused.
So it was just me all along?
“No,” she replied, averting her gaze from his intense looks.
Llewis sat beside her and watched the moonlight being covered by the clouds once again.
“You just can’t help being nice to someone you truly care about,” he spoke in a husky tone.
“You have a point.”
They shared a comfortable silence. Miranda stole a glance of him when he moved, making her heart flutter when she saw his handsome face.
“Can I ask you something?” she spoke after a long time of procrastination.
“Go on.”
It’s now or never, Miranda.
“Do you see Marcella in me?”
“What made you think that?” Llewis tilted his head to meet her gaze.
“Because we look so alike… and… and she was your fiancée.”
“Silly.” He shook his head in with disbelief on his face.
“What?”
“Is that the reason why you decided to be distant?”
Miranda bit her bottom lip. She felt like a thief being caught in the scene of the crime.
“No,” Llewis mumbled softly. “I don’t see her in you. I’ve known you even before she wanted me to be her mate.”
“D-Did you like her?” she asked after swallowing hard.
You’re a masochist.
“Of course I did. She’s a fine woman, your cousin.” Llewis nodded, playing with a twig from the ground. “So, she’s the reason…”
Miranda looked away, struggling not to cry again. He was right. Marcella was the reason why. She felt guilty for her death. And she was afraid that Llewis would hate her for that. Marcella was his mate.
“S-S-She d-d-died because of-“
“Because of you?” Llewis scoffed. “You’re blaming yourself all this time? So, typical of you Mira.”
“She died because she chose to save me.”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“She chose to correct the mistakes her father did. Nobody wanted anyone to die, Mira.”
Miranda choked in her tears. Llewis was always kind to her. And that was the first time he raised his voice on her.
“I just don’t understand why you had to push me away. We could face this together, you know. You didn’t have to blame yourself.”
“I was scared that my presence would remind you of Marcella. I was scared that you get mad at me… I was scared…”
“Because of what? That I would leave you after what happened?” Llewis growled. His eyes shone with sadness and longing.
“Did you ever think what I might feel?”
“Because you had something with Marcella! You were her mate… and we… we…” she paused and filled her lungs with air. “We had nothing,” she stated in almost a whisper, feeling the words like thorns squeezing her heart.
“Nothing?” he scoffed. “You call everything we shared ‘nothing’?”
You’re doing it again. You were supposed to tell him what you feel and make things right even if he doesn’t feel the same.
“You were with her for a long time. And you know her better than me.”
“Who was I guarding all these years? Was it Marcella?”
Miranda fell silent.
Yes, Llewis was her secret bodyguard. He has been watching her all along. And he’s still watching over her up until now. What was she thinking?
“I-I’m sorry,” she muttered upon the realization.
She saw him raise a brow, crossing his arms on his lean chest. Without a word, Miranda crossed the distance between their faces, and kissed him. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was for assuming things. But she missed him so bad that she thought her apology could wait.
She wiggled her wounded foot to check if it had recovered. And to her delight, pain was nowhere to be felt. She crossed her arms on his neck, deepening the kiss with full intensity.
But Llewis pulled away, making her whine in disagreement.
“That’s not the proper way to apologize, lady,” he spoke in between deep breaths. A sheen of sweat shone on his forehead, an indication of how much willpower he had to muster to pull away.
Miranda watched his mouth with lust and desire. Oh, how much she wanted to taste those. She was like a thirsty camel, staring at the man she had fall in love with.
“But you can apologize later.”
With that, Llewis pulled out the jacket that was covering her naked body. His hands roamed around, exploring every inch of her nudity, as if they have found a home. His touch was very hot, leaving her breathless.
Pulling her body closer, she felt Llewis squeezing her ass. Feeling aroused, Miranda repositioned herself so that she was straddling him, her feet locking around his back. She felt his hot mouth latched on one of her shoulders, sucking her bare flesh.
Llewis hands reverted back to her breasts – squeezing, cupping, and sucking them. His mouth travelled from her mouth to her neck, collar bones to a stiff nipple, making Miranda gasp.
She combed her hands through his hair and tugged some of it, whispering his name. “Llewis…”
Miranda tried to remove the remaining clothing from Llewis’ body impatiently. But when the belt refused to unbuckle she cursed aloud. “Damn it. Why won’t it come off?”
Llewis laughed against her skin, removing the belt himself. “You miss me that much, huh,” he teased, tilting his head to see her expression.
“You get impatient when you’ve waited as long as I have,” she replied, frowning.
Her hands moved expertly, unzipping his pants, freeing him from the constraints of his underpants. She smiled as she watched him grow in her hand
s, stroking him up and down. His cock never failed to amaze her with its length and bulbous tip.
Licking her mouth, Miranda lowered her body – almost kneeling on the ground – and started showering Llewis’ penis with soft and tiny kisses. She played with his erection with her tongue, earning herself loud groans of pleasure.
When Llewis shivered, almost approaching the edge of bliss, she placed him at her dripping entrance, moaning when she sat down slightly.
“Wait. Wait,” Llewis said, lifting her off his thighs. He stood up, making her frown.
“Seriously?”
He removed his shoes and pants, as well as his boxers before gathering helping her stand, leaning against the tree. She giggled in anticipation when Llewis crossed her hands around his neck and helped her legs enclose the small of his waist.
“This is exciting,” she whispered flirtingly, licking the tip of his tongue.
He started kissing her neck, cupping her breasts and sucking her skin before returning to her lips. He positioned himself between her opened thighs and filled her in one thrust.
Biting her bottom lip, Miranda’s body shivered in excitement and need.
“Mira…” he called, pulling out of her. He was literally covered with her anticipatory juices.
She moaned in response.
“I love you.”
She opened her eyes and was about to say something but he cut her off by slamming into her again unexpectedly.
“What?” she asked in between moans of pleasure. She was breathless and confused.
“I love you. Marry me.”
Miranda arched against the tree, begging him to continue. But Llewis continued teasing her, rocking against her, sending shivers her belly.
He kissed her savagely, slightly biting her bottom lip, groaning while seeking for her tongue that slipped into his mouth. With his painful strokes, Miranda screamed out in pleasure, begging for more.
He continued thrashing her with his meat and there were moments when she wanted to make him stop but she would moan loudly and he knew that she liked it. He could feel her flesh quivering around him – she was getting closer to her peak.
“Marry me.”
Miranda ripped her eyes open and gazed into his eyes to see if he was being serious.
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