To Want You

60

Again with this unknown feeling. I've only met Miller and yet why does it feel like I've known her all my life? This feeling of familiarity is scaring the crap out of me and I don't like it one bit.

"When you see her, please tell her to come to my office."

Sarah nods her head.

I return back to my office and settle on the couch, loosening a couple of buttons of my shirt before throwing my head back to glare at the ceiling.

I think I'm going crazy.

Yeah. That's got to be it.

Ever since I got here, that damn girl's only ever been on my mind.

I drag my fingers across my hair, closing my eyes, and gritting my teeth. I need to get to the bottom of this.

If she happens to be a witch then I'll have no choice but to get rid of her permanently.

"Have fun, babies."

Clever skips on his feet, showcasing the excitement in his actions. He's so adorable when he's not being a spoiled stubborn brat. It makes me smile. Mother eventually slides the door close, officially leaving me to look at my brothers.

This will be fun.

It's not all the time I get to have a proper bonding with them. I know we live in the same house but I'm almost always never home since I spend most of my time cooped up at work. Not to mention they have to deal with school too. Some weekends just don't become weekends if you know what I mean. School projects, paper works that need to be submitted on Monday. Then when Sunday comes, we'd rather stay fast asleep in bed rather than do anything active.

"I can't wait to arrive at the amusement park! Noona, we're going to ride the roller coaster right? And the slingshot! And also the rocket ship! I like the rocket ship since it'll take you to the moon!"

I can't help but smile as I nod my head to every word Clever's sprouting. He's like a five year old all over again. To be honest though, If there was one fail I could point out regarding my parent's way of raising their children, Is the fact that they don't let them practice their social skills.

These boys obviously lack the skills of socializing on so many levels. After school, they're expected to return straight home unless of course there's an activity that requires their presence. Clever doesn't have that many friends in his class and is known to be the shy silent type. While Nathan, although he's surrounded by his peers, doesn't talk as much as they do.

I always keep this in mind. You could say It's the only thing keeping me from every lashing out on them every time the urge surfaces. I put myself in their shoes and imagine what would have happened if I chose to leave and stayed with my parents from the beginning? I wouldn't have been able to learn independence at such a young age.

Now, don't take me wrong.

I'm condemning them for how they've chosen to raise Nathan and Clever. They're good parents who shower us with nothing but love every single day. And that's what matters.

But now that I think about it, Abel played a huge role in helping me build character. When mom and dad left, It was Abel who took care of me and made sure I was aware that I was not alone.

Nathan buckles his seatbelt next to the driver's seat, and after making sure the door of the back seat is tight and secured, I slide myself in the driver's seat. Clever doesn't stop talking about his excitement, showing a bright smile.

It's honestly a sight worth witnessing.

It's not every day I get to see him this happy. Makes me regret not doing this early.

"We'll ride everything you want, baby," I tell him, and just when I thought that massive smile of his couldn't get anymore brighter, he proves me wrong.

"Yay! We'll have fun today. Noona!"

"We sure will, baby," I say with a smile tickling the side of my lips. It's been a while since I've last hang out with my brothers anyway. Nathan's being awfully quiet. He has his eyes on the phone and it makes me pinch my lips into a pout. The only time we go out and he decides to busy himself with his phone. Maybe I should secretly confiscate it when he's not looking and then give it back to him the next day. It's not like he'll notice it's gone anyway. Nathan's the type of person who won't acknowledge something unless it's sitting in front of him. In other words, if he doesn't see his phone, he won't look for it and he won't notice it's gone missing.

Clever's now staring at the scenery passing by outside.

A topic.

We obviously need a topic.

My tongue splitters out the first thing that comes to mind.

"So, how has school been?" I say, only to give myself a mental slap. Nice. This is the perfect way of starting a conversation. The cliche question of asking about school. If I were in his shoes, I know I'd be annoyed to be asked that.

"I got a perfect score on my pop quiz today." Nathan replies, much to my surprise. And it doesn't look like he's annoyed at all. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it's just me who hates getting asked about school. I was never good at them anyway so why bother asking.

"Really? How much?"

"A hundred."

He reminds me of Abel who always had perfect scores back when we were in high school.

"Awesome. What subject was it?"

"Chemistry."

And now I'm intimidated. With an awkward laugh, I choose to bring up a new question. My gaze lands on Clever's figure reflecting from the rear mirror and thus begin my teasing game. "I heard Clever got a girlfriend today."

The boy looks at me with wide terrified eyes and immediately shakes his head as a no. "I do not!"

Both Nathan and I then erupt in giggles.

Let's forget about work today and have fun.

My tongue splutters out the first thing that comes to mind.

"So, how has school been?" I say, only to give myself a mental slap. Nice. This is the perfect way of starting a conversation. The cliche question of asking about school. If I were in his shoes, I know I'd be annoyed to be asked that.

"I got a perfect score on my pop quiz today," Nathan replies, much to my surprise. And it doesn't look like he's annoyed at all. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it's just me who hates getting asked about school. I was never good at them anyway so why bother asking.

"Really? How much?"

"A hundred."

He reminds me of Abel who always had perfect scores back when we were in high school.

"Awesome. What subject was it?"

"Chemistry."

And now I'm intimidated. With an awkward laugh, I choose to bring up a new question. My gaze lands on Clever's figure reflecting from the rear mirror and thus begin my teasing game. "I heard Clever got a girlfriend today."

The boy looks at me with wide terrified eyes and immediately shakes his head as a no. "I do not!"

Both Nathan and I then erupt in giggles.

Let's forget about work today and have fun.

Meanwhile, within the walls of Abel's Mansion.

Author's Pov

Abel's Mansion; Known to have the best view in all of the city. It has the best sight to see the sun rise and the stars shine the brightest when night falls on earth. It's the one closest to the forest.

The Mansion is a series of rectangles constructed of steel and glass.

It was unapologetically modern.

It stood amidst the manicured lawn as if beamed there rather than constructed.

The roof was flat and there was no visible chimney.

Everything was geometric, which I guess you could say about almost any pitched roof abode with square windows, but on this mansion, you couldn't help but notice it.

The front door was metallic and opened with both a key pad and a biometric scanner. A huge fountain sits in the middle of the area with a white statue of an alpha and beta protecting their kind. Water flows alongside the smoothness of a light.

Inside was minimalist in an extravagant way. The walls were fashionable shades of white and the floor polished black tiles that only accentuate the beauty of the mansion.

There was no sentimentality for chintz but on the walls were the most astonishing black and white photographs of close up animal shots. It was clean and pleasant to the sight. Not a thing out of place. There was no clutter of shoes or jackets, no clutter of any kind.

The only organic matter insight was white orchids on the dark cherry coffee table.

The kitchen was large enough for an army of chefs, there were two ovens and acres of brown flecked white granite on which to prepare food. But in the cupboards, there were no pots or pans, no spatulas, or sieves.

Upstairs every room was en-suite with a plasma screen, a king-sized bed, and a walk in wardrobe.

The house basically looked like a cut out from Architects Today magazine.

It was beautiful. But not in the old world quaint kind of way everyone is usually drawn to.

The night sky is peaceful tonight.

Abel continues to stare out the window. Even in the velvet dark, there is the light of the stars, perhaps a promise that even when we yearn for the light of the sun there will be those stars to bring the hope of the dawn.

It is always the light we crave, for without it what is our world?

Would be become creatures of the night forever to scuttle and hide from predators imagined or real?

Either way, we seek the light, the chance to stand up and be strong, to see the beauty and be beautiful.

For the ability to see others and ourselves, to see nature and her stunning variation is a great gift to each and every one.

Abel drags his fingers across his silver hair in a frustrated manner. Poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, he glares at the moon displayed beyond the dean of his window.

Even in his own house, she still hunts him in his mind. Elka. The thought of her name takes him back to the time he caught her cornered by a man in that room. That time, something within him had snapped unseeingly. It probably started then.

When the urge of needing to have her in his peripheral view became a must. Just thinking about it makes him grit his jaw.

Just who is she?

Why does she make him feel this way?

Why is it that every time he sees Elka Miller, a sense of possessiveness and sadness flushes over him?

Every time that happens, It leaves him feeling drained and exhausted. He feels his heart pulsing on its own whenever she's near. Not to mention the weird sensation his wolf gives him whenever they pick up her scent.

A sense of familiarity would wash over them. He's beyond confused. He doesn't know why he's feeling this way. It's not like she's his mate. But even if she was, he'd be the first one to know that.

So why?

It's been a hectic busy day. He feels a little bit sorry for making her run around the building. She must've thought he was weird.

Abel shakes his head and tries to rid of these unnecessary thoughts. Even for a wolf, it's not always healthy to drown yourself with too much stress.

Soon he picks up a familiar scent coming from the entrance of his mansion. Specifically, the door downstairs.

She finally arrived. Even after throwing all that fit through the phone, she still came. A smirk of amusement tugs the sides of Abel's lips as he waits for her to make her entrance.

And it doesn't take that long before she pops up in the living room.

When the urge of needing to have her in his peripheral view became a must. Just thinking about it makes him grit his jaw.

Just who is she?

Why does she make him feel this way?

Why is it that every time he sees Elka Miller, a sense of possessiveness and sadness flushes over him?

Every time that happens, It leaves him feeling drained and exhausted. He feels his heart pulsing on its own whenever she's near. Not to mention the weird sensation his wolf gives him whenever they pick up her scent.

A sense of familiarity would wash over them. He's beyond confused. He doesn't know why he's feeling this way. It's not like she's his mate. But even if she was, he'd be the first one to know that.

So why?

It's been a hectic busy day. He feels a little bit sorry for making her run around the building. She must've thought he was weird.

Abel shakes his head and tries to rid of these unnecessary thoughts. Even for a wolf, it's not always healthy to drown yourself with too much stress.

Soon he picks up a familiar scent coming from the entrance of his mansion. Specifically, the door downstairs.

She finally arrived. Even after throwing all that fit through the phone, she still came. A smirk of amusement tugs the sides of Abel's lips as he waits for her to make her entrance.

And it doesn't take that long before she pops up in the living room.

She removes the mask from her mouth and dumps it behind the pocket of her pants. Then, with a smooth glide of her scrunchie, she allows her soft hair to cascade down her back.

"You're not planning on staying here all night right?" She says, bluntness and a twinge of disbelief dripping her words. Loona huffs out a breath and reluctantly drags herself to where her cousin is.

Abel had called her over just as she was about to head out for some shopping and no words can exactly describe how disappointed and annoyed she is right now.

This is her first time traveling away from her home place after all.

Might as well enjoy the area as a normal being would.

Dropping her bag on the sofa, she plops down comfortably with a bounce, stretching her legs and basically laying flat on it. Her inner squealing takes place there and she begins to wonder what materials were used to create this. Her fingers glide across the fabric and it feels like she's holding a puff of cloud freshly picked from the sky.

If this isn't the softest sofa she's ever laid on then her whole life's a lie. Would Able mind if she took this home? I guess there's only one way to find out. She makes a mental note to ask him later. If she has this bad baby in her place then she can confidently flaunt it to all her friends.

But back to the situation at hand.

Loona visited him at his office earlier. They talked and she told him about how she's planning to stay here a month longer than what she and her parents agree to.

So why on earth did he call her again?

She refuses to believe it's because he missed her.

Abel simply remains quiet as he makes his way into the center of the living room and settles himself on a couch across from her. The mattress sinks with his weight.

"Is there anything wrong with that?" He responds to her question, voice calm, and collected.

The girl widens her eyes as if Abel had just said the most ridiculous thing. "You- Of course there is. It's the weekend. There's no need for you to get up early tomorrow for work." She tosses her hand in the air with a scoff before lifting her head like she's just had the greatest thought. Pulling herself up, she crosses her legs Indian style and steers to face the direction of her cousin. " I have an idea. Stand up, change into something comfortable, and let's go have fun tonight."

"I don't want to."

"I didn't want to come here either but you sure know how to make a person fall for your bidding." She says in a 'matter of fact' tone.

After a few moments of silence, Loona displays a smile of victory when Abel gets up with a groan.

"We're using your car."

"Yeah."

The moment Abel disappears upstairs, Loona’s phone pings loudly, indicating a message had come in. She fishes for that rectangular device only to see a message from her mother.

What does she want now?

A sigh seeps from her as she stares at the screen, leaning her chin against the base of her palm cutely. The pressure causes the rounds of her cheek to make it puff up even more like a muffin as she debates whether or not she should send her a reply.

It's not like it's important. Her mother’s texting her just to check up on her anyway. Again. For the fifth time since she’s landed here. After a moment of contemplation, she makes up her mind and decides to send her a text back.

Her fingers move into motion, tapping away like a programmed robot. Just as she glides her thumb and taps on the send, a noise from upstairs causes her to lift her head up quickly.

What was that? She thinks to herself with a suspicious lift of an eyebrow. It came from up staires.

And then she’s up on her feet to find the source of the sound.

The loud thump sounded like someone had collapsed, fallen to the ground.

Although it’s her first time in Abel’s home, she trusts her wolf attributes to lead her to where her cousin is. They’re the only ones in the house anyway.

So if it’s not her who caused the sound, then it had to be Abel.

Hand landing on the knob, she pushes the door open only to find Abel on the ground pulling his hair like he's in pain.

Elka's Pov

It's been thirty minutes since we've arrived and we pretty much already had a blast with what this amusement park could offer. We took the carousel, bumper rides, and the rocket Clever's been going on about in the car. I took multiple pictures and sent them to my mother as requested. Nathan for once also slithered out from his shell and acted like any normal boy his age would if they visited the amusement park. It was moments when she showed a smile that I quickly capture it on my phone for memories. This boy should learn to sile often. It suits him on so many levels.

Clever comes up to me and takes me by the hand. "Noona, can we get some cotton candy? And some lollipop?"

My eyes blink and I find myself staring into space for what felt like three seconds before I force myself to return back to reality and attend to my little brother's request. Hesitancy sprawls all over my face like a flood covering the earth. He's already had a lot of them though. I think sic to be precise? And I'm not even mentioning the rest of that sugary sweetness here.

"Um...Sure baby."

Mom's gonna kill me if she finds out I've given Clever way too much sugar than what's absolutely needed. Then again, I guess It can't be helped. It would have been an easy thing to reject him if it was Mother standing in my shoes because if she had told him no, then he wouldn't throw a fit.

Whereas If I deprived him of what he wanted, He'll for sure throw an unwanted show. I don't think I'll be able to tolerate it. Especially in here where there are so many eyes watching. I don't even think Nathan would be willing to help me calm our brother down. So of course, all that leads to one thing; get him what he wants to avoid an unwanted situation.

But I swear to god there'll be a day Clever will come up to me and blame me for his future cavities. I just know it.

I can literally feel it in my gut. And the just mere thought of it causes a shiver down my spine. I run my fingers across the tangles and gaps of my hair before fetching for my use, gradually turning to face Nathan who's been quiet this whole entire time. I lift an eyebrow up, asking him a question.

"Do want anything, Nathan?"

"I'll just have what he's having." The boy responds with a stretch, fingers interlocked with each other as he raises both of them up over his head while simultaneously getting on his tip toes. The action causes his shirt to rise up, eventually flashing a hint of his abdomen.

And it's at that moment when I suddenly hear faint giggles from behind us. When I turn, sure enough, there are girls whispering amongst themselves as they ogle on the body of my brother. Two blond girls, maybe about the same age as him. Looking back at Nathan, it's obvious he's noticed but is feigning ignorance. A little smile takes over my lips as I plant my hand on Clever's shoulder before gently pushing him towards the direction of Nathan. Knowing exactly what's going on, Nathan takes Clever by the hand, linking his fingers with his.

With that, I head to the place where they sell those cotton candies and many more sugary sweets. The amusement park is ten times prettier than it is during the day time. The stars play a great role in enhancing the beauty of the rides.

The lights dance across the dark sky, each color slowly fading into another and sinking to join in the fan of the park. I tilt my head back to see the glowing neon lights hanging on the rides of this amusement park.

Yup. Very pretty.