(ENG) The Alpha's Obsession

CHAP 17

I was unaware of how we got home to the mansion. I was just dumb the whole flight; even when we were walking into the house, I felt like a floating soul. The scene from earlier at school kept going back and forth in my mind.

Do they smoke?

"What happened? Why do you look so weak, hija?" Manang said when she met us in the living room.

I looked up at her, not blinking or speaking. Later, her eyes widened when I quickly walked the distance between us and hugged her. I growled loudly into her chest.

"Manang... Señorito—" I let out a sob. "—he's even more crazy now," I said.

"What?" I heard her mumble while not knowing whether to hug me back or not.

Miro's chuckle didn't escape my ears either. I looked at him badly. With each laugh, he held his chest as though it were hurting.

I avoided focusing my attention on Cleon because my chest ached at the thought of his situation getting worse.

"Do you agree with that, brother? Your maid just made fun of you. s**t!" Miro's laughter echoed again.

"Shut up," said Cleon.

I walked away from Manang and wiped my tears. I sniff and sniff in front of her. Preparing to report.

"Señorito announced at school that it was forbidden to touch me. What does he think I am? Does he think I have a contagious disease?" I uttered.

I heard Miro and Señorito cursing at the same time. Cleon's voice is just better to listen to. Because Miro's voice sounds like a duck. I ignored them and kept my attention only on Manang.

"Fvck. I can't take this anymore. I'm leaving or my wound will bleed more."

I glared when I looked back at Miro, who, without a word, turned his back on us and walked out of the mansion.

"That's not what I meant earlier, Faraiah, and for your information, I am sane right now."

I blinked several times when Cleon spoke. My attention was completely focused on him. There was no trace of emotion in his voice, but it was crazy because you made my chest flutter.

Our eyes remained on each other for a moment. I was the one who voluntarily avoided it when I felt my cheeks heat up. I saw Manang smiling at me before leaving us in the living room.

I bit my bottom lip. "I know," I uttered in a whisper. "I'm just translating it literally," I added.

After what happened between the two of us, who could think straight? I don't know if I'm hallucinating when I think he's protecting me or if I'm going crazy because I'm making sense of what he did.

It's as good as it gets. I wish I hadn't expected him to need me.

I saw his side lip rise. "You're nervous," he said. "I noticed that you tend to act and think like that whenever you feel unsure."

I was stunned and unable to return to staring at him. I can count the times he was fine. That he can control himself. How had he noticed that in such a short span of time?

I swallowed unconsciously. "I'm like this on purpose," I said. "It's just too much when... according to... nervousness, fear, or I don't know how to think."

But when you... I'm often serious.

He didn't say a word and just stared at me. I suddenly became conscious, so I looked away again. My chest felt like it was disappearing again because of the strength of my heartbeat.

"Cleon," he said.

I frowned at his short words while there was still no trace of emotion on his face.

"Always call me by my name. Anywhere, anytime. It's an order," he continued, puckering my lips.

He was serious about what he said. His jaw tensed for a moment as he looked at me, seemingly impatient with my answer.

"I—I can't," I stammered.

Señorito's head tilted slightly as one eyebrow rose slightly. I seem to be challenged by my own answer.

I carefully took a deep breath. "I'm going to rest first, Señorito," I said.

I ignored what he said. I didn't even wait for him to speak; I just turned my back on him. I feel the weight of my chest as I get farther away from him. Even my feet seem to stick to what I walk on, and it's just that hard to move.

I do not want to have hope. I don't want to get my hopes up. I don't want to rush. I don't want to make mistakes.

Yes, I admit that I'm attracted to Señorito, but is that enough to completely enter their lives? I know Miro hopes that I will accept Señorito if it is true that I am the one destined for him, but can I? Can I do that? Will I be able to accept that within myself?

I am human. Their world is different. Their lives are different. They are different. Am I ready to change my life?

I heaved a deep breath when I reached my room. I looked around and smiled bitterly.

I came here to work to support myself. My life plans are already arranged. How will I graduate, how will I work, how will I save, and how I will improve my life. It's hard, but I have a road ready to walk.

I thought of Señorito for a moment. I don't know what his plan is, how he feels, or whether he is serious. It's hard for me to understand him.

I just shook my head and tried to get rid of the things that were bothering me. I walked over to my bed and threw myself down there. Stupidly, I stared at the ceiling again while feeling my aching body.

Why did he do that?

Even if I turn my brain over and over, I can't find an answer to the action he took earlier. I'm not that stupid to not know that there is racism among them too. I am human; they don't like me. Just like Miro said before, I am a low-class creature for them.

I didn't find my senses in myself. It's funny to think that at this moment it's Cleon I'm still worried about—that he might lose credibility as the leader of their team. I'm going crazy.

I turned my attention to the door when I heard three consecutive knocks. Next was Miro's entrance, which is why I slowly got up while looking at him in wonder.

"What are you doing here? Do you need something? Why are you carrying cotton?" I frowned curiously.

He just shrugged his shoulders and then sat on the edge of my bed. "Treat me," he said, making my jaw drop.

"Are you crazy? Do I look like a nurse?" I snorted. "Besides, your bandage is still fine," I added.

It just wrapped around him today, then he will take it off immediately. Jeez! Those are the patients doctors don't like—the nasty ones.

"Just treat me, woman," he ran out of patience.

"Hey, Miro! You're just Señorito's brother; you're still not my boss here. You can't give me orders, 'kay?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Alpha did this to me."

I was stunned. For a while, my eyes slowly dropped to his bandaged chest. Although his wounds were hidden, I knew they were deep.

"D-Did he lose himself again earlier?" I then took the cotton he was holding.

He shrugged. "Yes? No? Maybe?" he answered, taking in my look.

He chuckled. "You've been hurt. He got mad, that's why," he said simply, then willingly took care of removing the bandage from his body.

"What?" I was confused.

Miro heaved a deep breath and then looked at me. "It's my duty to protect you, and I failed in that."

My lips parted when I realized what he said. "B-but I still haven't accepted him. We're not even in a relationship or friends," I said.

"Well, that doesn't matter. Right now, you're under Alpha's protection. I bet everyone is thinking now that you're his mate."

I gasped. I don't know if it's because of what he said or because his wounds finally appeared in front of me. By just looking at it, I know that it was from Cleon's nails.

My surprise gradually changed to seriousness when I stared at Miro's wounds. It looked familiar. Same as what I saw before.

"Are you okay?"

Trembling, I let go of the cotton I was holding. The image of Mommy and Daddy's wound kept coming back to my mind while looking at Miro's chest.

It can't be, right?

Did my parents get murdered by werewolves?