My Mate Had A Girlfriend novel Chapter 34

Peeking again and when I thought the coast was clear, I started to climb down the ladder. It wasn't very high and I was very conscious of my movements. No one was there. Not even the scar-ed forehead guy. Where was he?

I just walked and wandered about until I met an actual door. Should I go inside? I wasn't afraid because I didn't think anyone was going to hurt me but I also had to make smart moves. Leaning my ear against the door, I heard nothing. So, daringly... I turned the knob and peeked inside.

"Get in," A voice from behind me said, startling me. I turned around right away and looked at the very tall guy. He was tall. Too tall. But that wasn't the one that caught my eyes. What caught mine were his eyes. It was orangey-red. He didn't have any scent so I had no idea if he was a werewolf or something else.

Following as he said, I entered the room that I had peeked in earlier. It was like an office, with a desk and two moving chairs. "Sit," he told me and again, I obeyed. I eyed him as he took another seat opposite mine, but I wasn't terrified of him.

"Who are you? And, what do you want?" I asked. I guess I was asking him too politely because the next thing he did was laugh. "And, what's so funny?"

"Woah there," he said, "Your parents must have taught you so well." I raised my eyebrow at him and he continued, "Everyone who entered this room will go crazy, telling me to let them go while you only asked me two questions, or wait, three."

"And I'm being serious. So, answer me," I snapped and he held his hand up, showing me the surrender sign but he was still laughing.

"Chill there. We don't wanna ruin this cool relationship that we're having now, don't we?" He questioned, grinning.

"Wait. First of all, there's no relationship. Second thing, I don't know you and I believe you don't know me either. Thirdly, I wanna know why am I here," I finished it all in almost one breath and I was shooting daggers at him with my eyes.

He only decided to be serious when I didn't say any word after that, just continue to stare at him furiously. I was captured and I of course wanted to know why. I didn't want any lame joke from this piece of orange-eyed kidnapper.

"Fine," he finally spoke, "I just thought that I wanted an addition of member into my collection of werewolves."

I frowned, hoping that he would explain but he did not. "What does that mean?" I asked, but one thing I sure knew was that this guy in front of me wasn't a werewolf.

I had no idea what was waiting for me in this room but as I turned around slowly, I gasped. I was looking at a big amount of people, grouped respectively into behind bars - like prisoners. Were they all werewolves? I wanted to ask, but where do I start?

I scanned through all of them and frowned when they were all behaving at their best. There were a small TV in each of the 'rooms' and people were behaving like they weren't being captured; like they were at their den.

My eyes then caught another guy who was slumped in one of the cubicle. He was alone and he had blood all over him. Approaching him, I squat next to him and slowly tapped his shoulder. I guess I startled him because the next thing he did after opening his eyelids was to punch my hand. It hurt but it didn't bother me much.

"Hey, easy," I said, softly. He was hurt and I wasn't going to make him throw his tantrums or something to hurt himself even further.

"Who are you?" He asked angrily.

"My name is Beatrix. What is yours?"