(ENG) The Alpha's Obsession

CHAP 10

"Do you really think you can escape from me?"

I suddenly found myself cornered against a big tree. The scene happened in a flash. How he effortlessly chased and pinned me. I dropped my phone and my eyes widened, looking at the man in front of me.

"S-Señorito . . ." I stuttered, calling his name; hoping he would come back to his senses.

I caught my breath when he brought his face close to the side of my ear. I could feel every breath he let out. My knees wobbled when his tongue slowly licked my skin. Even though I didn't mean it, my hands dropped on his chest.

"Your skin tastes different," he whispered.

Then his nose trailed down to my jaw; he was sniffing my scent. "Señorito," I said when I felt his face on my neck.

My grip on his chest got tighter. I am more and more weak with fear. My vision was getting dark and I was almost out of breath. The scene from earlier came back to my mind again and again, how he kissed the girl until he bit her.

I felt him open his mouth. Even his fang hitting my skin did not escape my feeling. When I felt the tip gently digging into my neck, I tightly closed my eyes.

"Cleon . . ." I whispered; breathless and in slight pain.

I don't know if it's just a hallucination, but I saw a shadow of light somewhere when my eyes were closed. There was also some warmth flowing through my hands that I couldn't explain properly. I badly wanted to open my eyes, but I was scared. Besides that, I really don't have the energy to do that.

"C-Cleon . . . wake up . . ." the last thing I could say before my strength completely left me.

I just felt an arm grab me. I don't know why, but it provided me with immediate solace. I tried to see who it was with my eyes partially closed.

Cleon. . .

He's looking at me with his stern eyes. I could feel the concern behind his cold aura. Maybe I'm dreaming or maybe I'm really dead at this time. That's why I'm seeing what I'm seeing. Unconsciously, my lips stretched for a small smile when he gently touched my face. I was the one who was hurt, but I was the one who assured him that everything was fine. I closed my eyes again as I slowly rose into the air. He carried me carefully.

Thank you. . .

I spoke in my mind before I drifted to oblivion.

IT'S cold. That's how I felt when I woke up. The surroundings as well as what touched my face and neck.

"Is she okay?" Miro's familiar voice.

"Yes," someone replied; I sensed warmth in his frigid tone despite it being cold.

"I'll prepare a meal first," it was Manang.

Where am I? What happened?

I have a terrible headache. I want to open my eyes but I'm still weak. I keep feeling the touch of what I think is a bimpo on my skin.

"Did you mark her?" Miro was seriously curious.

Even though I'm not at my usual self, I can't help but torment him in my mind.

The dog is crazy again.

The person he was talking to did not answer immediately. As time goes on, I gradually become aware of where I am, and who I am with. There I tried to open my eyes.

The moment I did that, Cleon's face greeted me. His hand with a bimpo was in the air, as if he was going to stick it in my face. We stared at each other for a second. It was only cut off when he voluntarily avoided it.

He cleared his throat and slightly moved a distance away from me. "How are you?" he asked nonchalantly.

I didn't answer and was just stunned, looking at him. He's normal! I can't imagine what happened in the jungle.

"A-Am I dead?" I made sure.

"Okay, she's okay now. I'm leaving," Miro interjected, as if he was already at his limit.

I wanted to look at him and give him a bad look, but my eyes were only fixed on the man in front of me; Señorito. I couldn't help but lift my finger and point at him. I blinked before I opened my mouth to speak.

"Y-You . . . are you okay?" I couldn't believe it. "Y-You're not crazy anymore?"

Cleon's forehead automatically creased, while Miro let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, one hundred percent she's okay now," he said.

I glared at him. He just shrugged at me and tapped the alpha's shoulder before leaving us alone in the room. My lips parted when I realized Senyorito and I were in the room and I was lying on his bed.

I immediately moved to rise up but I stopped when I felt his hand resting on my back. I swallowed hard at the small distance that separated us. It seems that I was not only surprised, but also him.

His eyes went slightly wide and then his jaw clenched. I could clearly see the confusion on his face about whether to walk away or continue to support me. In the end, he did the first. He carefully removed his hand from me and walked away.

"I'm sorry. I just want to help you," he said.

I only nodded even though I was confused by his explanation. I continued to sit properly, then looked at him again. Even though I'm ashamed of what I'm doing, I can not stop it.

He was not looking at me, he kept averting his gaze.

"Wow," I blurted out, getting his attention. "You really look like a person now. Human awoo awoo."

He frowned again. "Awoo awoo?" he repeated.

I bit my bottom lip and didn't try to explain it. As for Miro, I have the courage to talk rude to him, something that I will never do to Señorito. Because he always looks serious and aggressive. As for the other one, just a proper i***t.

"Are you . . . not scared?"

There I remembered again what happened in the forest. Even though the fear returned to my chest, I can't deny that I'm a little calmer now. I also do not know why.

I would freak out the moment I saw him. But why do I feel like I can breathe easily?

"I am," I admitted.

Who doesn't? He almost turned my blood into juice.

Silence enveloped us after that. Both trying to solve a puzzle. I just winced when I tried to look at the clock. There I felt pain in my neck.

My mouth dropped open when I discovered my bandaged neck. My eyes widened when I looked at him.

"Did you . . ." I trailed off. "Oh my ghad! Am I an awoo awoo too?!" I said hysterically.

"What?" he asked; confused.

"What . . . am I a werewolf? What . . . mate, that's it. Omg!" I fanned myself with my hands as I couldn't believe what was happening.

Will I transform too?

Am I taken?

I stopped from moving when his hand held mine. I went numb there as hot electricity coursed through my system.

"Calm down. You're not yet marked if that's what you're thinking," he said.

But I didn't understand that. I couldn't take my attention away from his hand holding mine. His thumb gently and lazily massages my skin in circular motions.

It's. . . comfortable and soothing.

"I don't know how you did that, but for the second time, you brought back my sanity."