What am I supposed to do now? Did I say or do something wrong? This is why women are so troublesome. They’re so hard to understand and figure out. Despite my firm vow to myself, my body moved on its own. Again. “If you don’t stop crying, I’m really going to kiss you…” I said in a low whisper. That was definitely the wolf in me speaking. Why else would I feel such a strong urge to kiss her pink and slightly swollen lips like this? I could still feel the warmth of her damp tears on my fingertips. Her eyes had started to swell red and the same applied to her cute little lips. I like it so much more when she smiled, although her smiles were always so reserved. “Umm…wait…” she protested softly. I found her confused expression while she tried to hold back her tears quite adorable. Just staring at her face puts me in a good mood without any good reason at all. Now if only I can figure out or make her tell me why she is crying… “This isn’t what our first kiss is supposed to be like…” I mumbled to myself. I’ve dreamt countless times of how our first kiss would play out. Over and over again, I saw the same dream of me kissing her for the first time and none of those dreams involved her having tear-stained cheeks like this. Her eyes stared back at me in confusion and slight shock, and once again, I felt a slight thrill at just teasing her. “I don’t…understand…” she whispered. I didn’t blame her because I didn’t even fully understand those dreams either. If I told her about it, she’ll just think that I’m crazy and perhaps that was precisely what I am. Just crazy. “Just stop crying. You told me that you’re not longer a little girl so don’t cry like one. Hurry up and smile…I like you much better when you smile,” I told her as I reached out my hand and held her face in between mine. Everything about her was so small compared to me. Even her face seemed so tiny in between my hands. Her cheeks are so soft and her skin so fine. The way she blushes is also so adorable. She’s like a doll…to be played with…and then broken… I moved my thumb to the corner of her lips before pulling them upwards, making her lips curve into a forced smile. She made protesting sounds as he tried to move her face away from my hands. Of course, she couldn’t overpower me and the hold that I had on her. I thanked the shot that I had injected myself with earlier for the fact that we could converse naturally like this for as long as we have without me jumping on her, pining her to the ground and then having my way with her. Everything should be fine for a while. So far, the pills were losing their effects just like the doctor had warned. That made me move on to taking injections instead after forcing the poor doctor to give it to me. Darius is going to completely flip out if he found out which he will sooner rather than later. There wasn’t much that I could hide from Darius and his genius brain and scrutinizing watchful eyes. Everything would be fine until the night of the full moon arrives. Then it would be every wolf for himself. The wolf in me was strong. However, if that was what it meant to be an Ultimate Alpha, I would have preferred to be born a simple Beta or simply a normal human. Life would have been much simpler for me and probably for her as well. … Why is he playing with me like this?! “Stop!” I cried out quite loudly when I managed to pull his hands away from my face. “You finally stopped crying,” the man said with full satisfaction before he flashed me a playful smile. I didn’t return his smile. My cheeks hurt and I didn’t appreciate him playing with me like that. My mood turned sour for a moment before I realized that he was right about the fact that I had stopped crying. “I’m going back to work,” I muttered before standing up from my seat and heading for the door. I didn’t have to turn to look behind me to figure out that he was following me. After heaving a loud sigh, I walked as fast as I could back to my post. The man followed me all the way back to the large tree. So many leaves had fallen while we were gone and that meant that I had to sweep all the leaves all over again. The man stood close to me, and I could feel his eyes on me. When I reached for the broom, it suddenly escaped my reach. “What are you doing?” I snapped at him. “I’ll help you,” he offered confidently. “No, you don’t need to. Don’t you have your own work to do?” I asked with clear irritation in my voice. I had no idea why I felt mad at him. Was it because he played with my cheeks? That or I was just taking out my sadness and frustration regarding my unfortunate situation out on him. “Don’t be so mad. A scowl doesn’t look good on your pretty face…” he said teasingly as he held the broom away from my reach. Why am I even trying? It was clear from our height difference and how much his arms were longer than mine that I wouldn’t be able to steal the broom back from him. I lowered my arm as I completely gave up on this pointless game. “You’re going to make me lose my job…” I muttered. “I’m sort of responsible for making you skip out on your work because I asked you to cook for me. Let’s think of this of me repaying you for your great cooking, ok?” he suggested before he smiled sweetly at me. --To be continued…