บท 9: The Storage Room

"You are no longer pure. Nobody will want to become your mate. You'll disgust them..."

"Ah!!!" Rosina woke up sweating and having a terrible headache in the middle of the night. She grasped her head and tried massaging her scalp to ease the pain.

"A nightmare again?" Rosina muttered. She remembered the sound of the voice, but everything was blurry and unrecognizable.

Rosina sighed and looked through her window, the bright moon shining above the sky. She glanced at her clock; it was 3:45 in the morning, but she could still hear the faint sound of music from the ballroom.

"They are still going on this late?" Rosina muttered in disbelief. She shook her head and went back to sleep, but she couldn't, no matter how much she tossed around.

"Ugh!" Rosina groaned in annoyance. She got up from the bed and walked toward the kitchen door to get some water.

Rosina was about to go out when her eyes caught a glimpse of a box on the table; inside was a white half-faced mask covered from head to nose.

There was no further instruction, but it was apparent that she needed to wear the mask while going outside.

Rosina put on a white robe along with the mask before going out. The hallway was silent and dark since only a few candles were lit to offer some light.

Since they were werewolves, darkness isn't much of a problem.

Rosina walked along and glanced at the other doors that had the same extravagant and glamorous designs. When she reached the stairs, the two servants were there, but they were sleeping.

Rosina froze on her spot before she tiptoed while going down to the ground floor where the kitchen was located.

The stairs toward the first floor were on the other side, which meant that both men and women couldn't meet at the stairs.

Rosina met several servants yawning in the hall when she reached the floor. She didn't utter a word or make any sound to startle them since she only needed a cup of water to quench her dry throat.

'Good thing, no one is around,' Rosina thought. She went to the empty kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, and enjoyed her time alone. Rosina took some cookies before turning around to leave when she heard murmurs in the storage room.

Rosina thought the servants were talking to one another, but the voice became muffled, raising her concern and curiosity.

Rosina went toward the storage room without hesitation, grabbed the knob, and twisted it slowly. 'It's open!'

Rosina pushed the door open to see two figures in the dark. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she wasn't even surprised at whom she had seen inside.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" Rosina stated with amusement. She leaned toward the door and looked at the woman who was ashamed and was hiding behind the man.

His bright blue eyes held familiarity with Rosina.

"The great Dragon predator had finally captured a pray," Rosina muttered with amusement. She crossed her arms while smirking at him.

"What are you doing here?" Dragon whispered and looked around. His eyes glanced at Rosina skittishly.

"I apologize for my intrusion," Rosina curtsied and walked away faster.

"Wait! It's not what you think!" Dragon yelled. He pushed the woman away and ran after Rosina. Dragon held her arm and pulled her back to face him.

"Rose, I can explain," Dragon stated anxiously. His grip on Rosina's arm tightened while trying to form words to say.

Rosina was baffled at his action. She looked down at her arm where Dragon's hand was placed, and the spark was igniting in the area.

"There's no need to explain. We are nothing but wolves trying to find a mate in this event. What you did is normal for someone like you," Rosina started firmly with a smile. She grabbed Dragon's arm and pulled it away from her. "Good day."

Rosina was about to leave when Dragon pulled her back again.

Dragon scoffed at what Rosina had said and wanted to know what her words meant.

"Someone like me? What does that mean?" Dragon asked and pulled Rosina closer to him.

Rosina sensed that Dragon was trying to intimidate her. She found his action humorous and child-like.

"A person who likes to fuck and toy with women feeling for his own pleasure. Aren't you like that?" Rosina whispered and moved closer to match his eyes. She was not afraid or intimidated by his dominance.

"You are a judgmental wolf. You don't know me!" Dragon said firmly while emphasizing each word that came from his mouth.

Rosina chuckled and backed away, flicking her arm to remove Dragon's hand. She didn't say a word before she gave a curtsey and strode away from him.

Dragon took a long, deep breath to calm his raging nerves. Then he felt a hand glided through his arm. He glanced back to see the woman he was with.

"Lord, please stay with me for the night," the woman smiled and pushed herself against him. Making sure that her gigantic breast would swallow Dragon's arm.

Dragon looked at her lips coated in the shade of red. He grabbed her chin and made her look into his eyes.

"You are very pretty," Dragon complimented and pulled her closer. Acted like he was about to kiss her, but instead, he goes toward her ears.

"But I don't like to play with sluts," Dragon whispered and licked her ears. He grabbed her throat and strangled her enough to suffocate a decent amount of air.

"Don't show your face to me ever again. You disgust me," Dragon added with disdain. He pushed the woman and glared at her before walking away.

Before the two had met, Dragon went down to get some refreshment when a woman hugged him from behind. She forced herself to take her as his mate due to the pressure of her family to bring a man by the end of three days.