When I got to my room, I immediately dismissed the guards at the door.
As I turned the knob, my nose was filled with a faint scent that stopped me in my tracks.
Something was wrong. It seemed like there was someone else in my room. Judging by the scent, it was a she-wolf.
It suddenly occurred to me what Shawn had been implying to me all this time. He wished me a great night with an ambiguous smile.
That idiot! Was he trying to win me over in this way? What an arrogant move!
I knew that the moment I stepped into this room, I would no longer be able to restrain my destructive desires. That she-wolf would be torn to pieces in no time.
I was not in the mood to play Shawn's game, so I just turned around and was going to leave.
But then that faint scent filled my nose again. This time, I could smell it clearly. It smelled like a sweet orchid that had just freshly bloomed, instantly washing away the manic desires in my head. Gradually, I felt my sanity return.
I couldn't help turning back around at the door. The fragrance was coming from inside. That scent…
"Go, Rufus! It's our mate!" Omar exclaimed in my mind with excitement.
As the door creaked open, I heard footsteps in the room getting closer. I was so nervous I could almost feel the blood rushing through my veins. But just when I was in despair, I suddenly smelled the fragrance of lily and jasmine.
What was going on? Was this my second mate already?
I looked up, shocked.
I saw the so-called cruel and cold blooded Prince Rufus, slowly walking towards me.
He didn't turn on the light, so he was shrouded in darkness. But under the moonlight, I could still feel him staring at me, like a beast lurking and observing its prey.
My body was trembling. I tried to curl up and cover my body in shame.
He stood in front of me and didn't say anything. I couldn't tell if there were any expressions on his face either.
"Please, don't touch me. I…" My voice quivered and my tongue was tied. I couldn't finish my words.
Slowly, he bent down. Even with just one movement, I could tell that he was raised in a noble and elegant home. Who would have thought that this regal man was cruel and bloodthirsty on the inside?
Sensing that his fingers were about to touch my body, I shut my eyes and couldn't help crying. I would much rather die right now than live with this shame. 'Mother, please help me…'
But for some reason, I didn't feel any pain that I was expecting. Instead, I felt my wrists get freed from the ropes. I opened my eyes in shock. He had untied me.
Without thinking twice, I got up and retreated backwards, trying to keep a distance from this dangerous lycan. I kept walking back until I had hit a wall. I pressed myself against it and crossed my arms over my chest, looking at him with vigilance.
But as soon as I looked up, I found a coat thrown at me and covered enough of my body. My nose was filled with that cold, floral fragrance from the coat.
When I got back to my senses, I slipped the coat off of me and looked at him strangely.
"Put it on." His tone was cold, but I didn't feel any murderous hint to it.
Even though I could see why people would think his appearance was cold and ruthless, he actually seemed a little different. He didn't seem to be as cruel as I thought. Was it because of our mate bond, perhaps?
I obliged and put the coat back on, catching a whiff of that amazing mate scent again. I bit my lip and saw him leaning towards me, but I didn't feel I needed to be as vigilant anymore. In fact, my heart even seemed expectant of something else.
What was he going to say to me?