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🔥Top Story:His lost Lycan Luna🔥 | 🐺The moment my Alpha executed me, the Lycan King came to save me and claimed me as his Lycan Luna!<br /> ~~~<br /> Chapter 1<br /> Ivy<br /> <br /> “You! You will get two strikes for each room. Twelve rooms, twenty-four strikes." says Mrs. Daley when she is finished and turns to me with a cruel smile on her face. <br /> <br /> My stomach is sinking. I knew she wouldn’t miss it. <br /> <br /> The Lycan King would visit the orphanage today. He hasn’t been here once in the eight years that Abbie and I have lived here, so we didn’t know what to expect.<br /> <br /> The orphanage headmistress, Mrs. Daley, was in an excellent mood this morning. She expected perfection and not a thing out of place. Therefore, she made haste in giving Abbie and me more tasks than usual, so many chores we both knew we would never be done in time for his arrival. <br /> <br /> Abbie and I had been dreading this day, not because the Lycan King was visiting but because today was the day we would find out if we get to live another, or if it would be the day it all ends. <br /> <br /> Not that I was expecting anything rosy. Until now, my life had been anything but easy. I had been born a rogue. Growing up, I longed to have what my parents told me about packs, unity, and family, other kids to play with besides Abbie, whose family lived with us before her parents were killed along with mine. After that, both of us were brought here. <br /> <br /> Thankfully though, because of some law by which all packs strictly live, I was shown mercy or a version of it. It was against the pack law to kill rogue children. They call it mercy, but in reality, it was anything but. <br /> <br /> My parents were rogues, meaning they were packless. We lived a life on the run, but at least we were free. That all ended when I was just shy of my tenth birthday. Now I live in the pack orphanage, and Abbie and I are the only two rogues that reside here.<br /> <br /> So today was an important day. Two hours left before being called to the town square to learn our fate. We both decided we would take the lashes; it would be better than showing up late to see the pack’s Alpha. <br /> <br /> He is the one who decides what happens to us. This day has hung over our heads for eight long years, like a dark cloud threatening to rain down on us the closer it got, and I knew today it was going to pour down and drown us.<br /> <br /> If we are late, I know he will kill us. It is a great disrespect to the Alpha if you keep him waiting. The Alpha waits for no one, especially a lowly rogue.<br /> <br /> Before that, we had to face Mrs. Daley’s wrath.<br /> <br /> Mrs. Daley didn’t like wrinkles in the bed linen, and she always checked, twisting her canes between her hands while she checked each bed looking for any reason to punish us and wrinkled sheets were a good enough reason for the cane she carried. <br /> <br /> That’s why we were being punished. We didn’t finish the work and didn’t clean the room enough.<br /> <br /> Mrs. Daley sneers at us, her lips pulling back over her teeth as she goes to each bed. Abbie’s eyes dart to me nervously. Mrs. Daley enters with her trusty cane in her hand as she twists it in her fist before slapping it on her palm. <br /> <br /> “Not good enough. We have important visitors today, and I need to show them I don’t slack on the discipline,” she says with venom in her voice. <br /> <br /> I watch as Abbie’s mouth trembles. The back was worse because every move would sting for days.<br /> <br /> I swallow the bile that rises in my throat, Abbie goes to say something, but I give a shake of my head. I know she was going to say half of them were hers, but no point in both of us being unable to stand properly and we would only have to endure it briefly before we were killed, anyway.<br /> <br /> "Hurry up, I haven't got all day. The King will be here soon; you better pray he leaves a good donation because if by some miracle the Alpha lets you live, I will kill you myself," she seethes, waving her cane in my face. <br /> <br /> Why did she hate me so much? I never understood, and I knew I was about to cop it; I never killed her mate. He died when my parents were captured and she had blamed me ever since. I grit my teeth as the first blow streaks across my back, making my back arch, and I fight the urge to scream. As fiery pain slashed through the skin, my mouth opens in a silent scream.<br /> <br /> "Stay still, or I will double it," she seethed, and I clutch the frame of the bunk and grit my teeth, focusing back on the patterns on the comforter and trying to block it out. She doesn't hold back. I feel each slice, feel the skin splitting further open where it was hit more than once, my blood spraying on the comforter on the backswing. The skin on my back feels raised, and I can feel the trickles of blood run down it, feel the intense burning, my back carved to Mrs. Daley's liking. <br /> <br /> Tears stream down my face and fall off my chin onto my black flats and the black floorboards. Abbie whimpers behind me, and I know it is at the sight of my back. Yet I make no noise, fearing a worse punishment if I so much as utter a peep.<br /> <br /> Mrs. Daley takes a deep breath in like she was exhausted from dishing out the punishment. I shudder, my back burning violently.<br /> <br /> "Now clean yourselves up; I am being lenient today. I had the lunches already prepared. You girls may take your leave now. Abbie, help her clean up before you see the Alpha," Mrs. Daley orders. <br /> <br /> "Thank you, Mrs. Daley," Abbie and I whisper, and I cringe as I turn to face her. I hear how my voice trembles as I tried to stand straighter. <br /> <br /> I watch as she leaves the room before collapsing onto the bottom bunk. The sudden movement causes me to wince. Abbie comes rushing over, examining my back, careful not to touch the angry red lines split open and now forever branded into my flesh. <br /> <br /> "Wait here, I will be back; I will clean it up," she says, her teary eyes looking down at me and she smiles sadly, sniffling and wiping her nose on her skirt. <br /> <br /> "We haven't got time." I am about to pull my blouse on, but she ignored me, rushing from the room before returning with some wet cloth and a bandage.<br /> <br /> "We really haven't got time," I tell her, grabbing her hands as she steps closer. Her green eyes hold mine, and she smiles sadly. <br /> <br /> "We were good as dead anyway; what does it matter if we are late to our own funeral?" she says, and I feel a lump forming in my throat. I try to swallow it down, but I know she’s right. It was rare for the Alpha to let any of the rogues live once they hit adulthood, those that did wished for death. I nod my head; we were going to die, anyway. What does it matter if we are late?<br /> <br /> Abbie bandages my wounds and then we walks out the house. It feels cold and overcast today; the clouds hiding the sun, making it gloomy, echoing how I feel inside. <br /> <br /> The kids stop what they’re doing and rush over, grabbing and reaching for us, wanting us to play. We linger a bit, enjoying seeing them one last time and saying goodbye to them when a car pulls up and parks on the curb. It is sleek and black; the windows tinted so dark that I can’t see who is inside.<br /> <br /> The passenger door opens and two men hop out. They are dressed well, in clean crisp clothes, not a hair out of place, and looked picture-ready, but neither looked like what I would expect so-called royalty to look like. <br /> <br /> As I look the two men up and down, the wind shifts. I get a whiff of something, and it smells strong and masculine. I feel my insides warm as I take in a deep breath. <br /> <br /> My mouth waters before I shake my head, wondering what came over me as my senses tried to focus on it, wanting me to find the source. Looking back at the men, I find the other man staring at me, an undecipherable expression on his face before he looks me up and down. <br /> <br /> For a second, he appeared to be curious, but I shook the thought away when he turned his gaze away quickly, so I knew I imagined it.<br /> <br /> This man commanded attention, seemingly without trying. His suit did nothing to hide the bulk of muscle that was pressed tightly beneath it. He had high cheekbones, a firm jaw, a five o'clock shadow, and dark, almost black hair. His silver eyes glowed back at me when he tilts his head to the side, watching me yet again. <br /> <br /> Abbie grabs my arm, tugging my attention away from him, and I realized I was gawking rudely. <br /> <br /> "We should go," Abbie whispers, and I nod to her when another car pulls up, both men looking at her. We walk out the small gate when the man with silver sparkling eyes grips my arm, tugging me back. <br /> <br /> His hand was warm against my arm, my skin tingling under his touch, and my breath hitched in my throat. <br /> <br /> "Rogue?" he says, his voice is smooth like velvet, making me shiver with its depth. <br /> <br /> Chapter 2<br /> Ivy<br /> <br /> Mrs. Daley rushes out in a flurry, whizzing past us before stopping. <br /> <br /> She looks over at the two men, "You must be." she stops trying to figure out who they are. "I thought the Lycan king was coming today?" she asks, looking slightly upset. Abbie nods towards them, and I shrug, looking them over.<br /> <br /> "The King couldn't make it so he sent us instead," says the man who hopped out of the driver's seat. He was tall, dressed in a suit, and had blonde hair that shaped his face. He had sharp solid features and was built solid, making me wonder if he was Lycan as well. Though I had heard only Lycans worked for the King or were allowed in to live in his Kingdom.<br /> <br /> Lycans differ from werewolves. We were practically dogs compared to them, which is why Lycans rule over all of us. Werewolves, like myself, are considered half-human; Lycans are purebloods and descendants of the moon goddess. <br /> <br /> Lycans are also immortal, which is funny because there aren’t many left.<br /> <br /> “Are they rogues?” The dark-haired man looks at Mrs. Daley and his brows furrow, repeating the question. He lets my arm go before looking at Abbie, and we both duck our heads in submission. I hear him growl before realizing the intoxicating scent I smelled earlier was emitting from him. <br /> <br /> "Yes, sir, they are just on their way. Run along, girls," Mrs. Daley says, and we both nod quickly. I hear him ask where we are going, but we rush off up the street, getting away from the men while hearing more car doors open in front of their car. <br /> <br /> We make our way into town. This side of the town was run-down and almost desolate. Most of the houses had been destroyed by a storm that blew through the town a few months ago, leaving most homes abandoned or in ruins. <br /> <br /> I hug myself, running my hands up and down my arms, trying to warm them from the chill in the air. We came to the cross-section. One way went to the forest surrounding the town. There was only one way in and out of this town, as it only had one road leading in and was on a mountain. The forest surrounding it is vast and dense. <br /> <br /> Both Abbie and I looked to the forest longingly. If only we could escape. Abbie's mind, I could tell, was also calculating our chances before she sighed. We would be dead within seconds of stepping into the forest. Border patrol would catch us instantly, and they would make an example of us. We were already doomed, no point in making our deaths more painful. <br /> <br /> "Come on," Abbie says, grabbing my hand. We walk toward the town square. As we approach, we can hear people in the town getting ready for the Alpha. He rarely came to town and had no need to with servants at his beck and call; however, his presence was required today.<br /> <br /> The Alpha got to decide our fates, and those wishing to join the pack or be caught were once a month herded to the square and put on display. The Alpha decided whether they let you join, cast you out, or killed you. <br /> <br /> Abbie and I were hoping to be cast out, but we knew even the cast outs were dead before they got out of the forest, but we stood a chance as a cast out. We could at least try to run. <br /> <br /> The hustle and bustle echoed loudly as we enter the square as pack members went about their day like we weren’t about to be slaughtered by their Alpha. Technically, I shouldn't even be put up yet, but because Abbie came to age and had shifted into a wolf already, and since I was only two months out from my adult. <br /> <br /> The Alpha decided to deal with me today since I would be the last rogue orphan living in the orphanage. Most of the orphans were pack members' children that had been lost in pack wars. Yet despite everything, I feel grateful that I can stand up on the podium with my best friend and have someone to die with; it seems less lonely. I could accept my fate as long as she was beside me.<br /> <br /> People step away from us as we enter, giving us disgusted looks as if they believe we are diseased or contagious and can suddenly catch the disease that apparently being a rogue is. <br /> <br /> Rogues had a particular scent to pack wolves, alerting them to intruders, and that's how those here in the town square looked at us, with judging, unwelcoming gazes. Abbie squeezes my fingers tighter, people watching as we made our way to the stage and took our seats next to it. Townspeople stared at us, spat at our feet and yet they think we are filthy animals? Glancing around, I noticed the butcher in the distance watching Abbie.<br /> <br /> I peek at her, hoping she hadn’t spotted him. Abbie had, and she fiddled with her fingers while keeping her eyes downcast. I had despised no one more than I did that disgusting man after what he did to her. While waiting anxiously for the Alpha, I noticed the square filling with pack members wanting to watch our hearing, or should I say slaughter, because we wouldn’t be given an opportunity to plead for mercy.<br /> <br /> Silence falls over the crowd, and they take their seats, which showed the Alpha was near to arriving. Some still standing around when I heard car doors in the distance before Alpha Brock walked down the aisle between the chairs. He is wearing only a tank top, revealing his tattooed arms and a pair of shorts. <br /> <br /> Alpha Brock looked to be in his thirties and only took over from his father a few years ago; he was cruel, and since he took over, no rogue had lived, so we knew we were doomed. We were outsiders and apparently, that was a good enough reason to hate rogues, it was instantly assumed that without a pack that we rogues were unsafe or are defiant against pack heirchary.<br /> <br /> I swallow as he approaches; he sneers at us before walking up the steps and addressing the crowd. Alpha Brock wasn't bad looking, but he was cruel, which made him deeply unappealing. He was also arrogant. He once slapped me for accidentally stepping in his path the last time I saw him. <br /> <br /> That was the day Mrs. Daley sent me into the town square for supplies. It was humiliating; I was sent to get milk with Abbie and was carrying the crate of milk and turned, bumping into him. <br /> <br /> I dropped the box, and before I could even apologize, his hand connected with my face. I shake the memory away; reminding myself why I avoid town square unless forced to come here. <br /> <br /> It was the 2nd time I met him in the eight years I have lived here, and today would be the third, or the last. <br /> <br /> "I now sentence you both to death by beheading," the Alpha says, his voice ringing out across the crowd. <br /> <br /> The crowd cheers, and my stomach drops, though part of me knew it was coming.<br /> <br /> Chapter 3<br /> Kyson <br /> <br /> Pulling into the sleepy pack community, I already feel annoyed. We hadn't even been here five minutes, and I already wanted to leave. <br /> <br /> Damon, my Beta, was driving, and I shoot him a furtive glance as we pull up. I open the mind link to my men in the other cars, purposefully masking my aura and my scent. Yet, I know that won’t be enough if I want to keep my identity a secret. <br /> <br /> I didn't want them alerted to my true identity. They knew I was arriving, but I wanted to know what was truly going on, and picking up on who I am would make them be on their best behavior. <br /> <br /> Little did they know, I had been watching this pack closely for the last few years since Alpha Dean handed down his title to his son, Brock. <br /> <br /> I didn't like him and wanted to truly see how he runs his pack in this small, sleepy village.<br /> <br /> "Keep your aura's up to mask mine," I command my men before hearing a chorus of "Yes, my king" come through the link. <br /> <br /> "You really don't like this, Alpha, do you? You are going to extremes to mask who you are," Damian states.<br /> <br /> He was right. In fact, I had suspicions the new Alpha had been killing off rogue children. Reports from neighboring towns had said they kept finding their bodies in the surrounding forests. There are strict laws prohibiting their deaths until proven guilty or until they turn of age. <br /> <br /> It was unacceptable, and the council needed to put a stop to it before more children were harmed, but since they were all but useless at their jobs, I had decided to investigate myself. Rogue or not, they were still kids. <br /> <br /> It disgusted me how they could kill off children, which is exactly why the law was brought in to stop the pointless deaths of innocents. Children should not be held accountable for their parents’ crimes unless directly involved.<br /> <br /> "Just be alert," I tell him as we pull up out the front of a run-down orphanage. I think it was odd that only two rogue girls were listed in the orphanage. The numbers should be higher, which alerted me to the change in titles in the first place. <br /> <br /> Alpha Dean, the previous Alpha, did everything by the book, but I had heard rumors the new Alpha was terrible in most aspects of running a pack. The pack had taken a slow decline, putting their pack into debts the kingdom had been digging them out of stopping the human communities from looking too deeply into the town that resided here in the mountains.<br /> <br /> I look around and get out of the car, and my Beta comes over. Looking up at the brown bricked building, my mouth curled back in disgust. This place was not suitable for anyone, let alone children.<br /> <br /> "Place looks like a dump," Damian comments, and I have to agree. This was no place for children. Even the play equipment is so weathered that I am surprised to find it supporting the children's weight that were playing on it.<br /> <br /> The entrance doors open to and I notice two girls come out of the building. They were definitely the oldest out of them. Then, I catch a whiff of their scents, which tells me they are the two rogue girls that live here. <br /> <br /> I can smell the rogue girl when my eyes snap to the other girl. She has the deepest black hair I had ever seen, so dark when she moves, I notice a blue hue to it. She stares at me curiously before looking away when the other girl grabs her attention. <br /> <br /> Something was stirring within me and awakening urges I hadn’t felt before. Both girls hesitantly walk past us, and before I can stop myself, I grab the girl's arm looking down at her. Her heart beats frantically, eyes wide and fear so strong I can almost taste it.<br /> <br /> "Rogue," I state, looking her up and down before my eyes fell on her cerulean blue ones, such an odd blue, I think. Werewolves usually had amber or brown eyes, sometimes green, rarely blue. She bows her head in respect to us. <br /> <br /> When I heard a growl that was quickly stifled by the Headmistress, I have a feeling her fear isn’t because of me but because of the headmistress, who I notice is glaring daggers at the girl. <br /> <br /> I know the girl cannot feel my aura. I suppressed it without meaning to. When she draws near, it diminished more; my body's reaction to her shocks me. On some deeper level, it was like my subconscious was making sure not to scare her. Her eyes dart nervously to the woman off to the side of me. <br /> <br /> What I wanted to know was why she feared this vile woman. Did she hurt my girl? I shake my head at my sudden possessiveness; she isn’t mine; I try to remind myself, but why the strange urge to protect and keep her nearby?<br /> <br /> Mrs. Daley's eyes narrow at the girl before me, her lips pressing in a line. "Run along now, girls," Mrs. Daley tells them, and they rush off up the street. <br /> <br /> "Now, if you will follow me, sir. I will show you around the facility," she says. Facility? The place looked like it should be condemned. <br /> <br /> "What's with you?" my Beta asks through our unspoken link, when I realize I hadn't moved, and am still staring after the two girls who are huddling close together as they walk. <br /> <br /> I force myself to move, following the birdlike woman. She had the pointiest face and sharp facial features. Her hair dye did nothing to hide the grey and her face seemed to be set in a permanent scowl. <br /> <br /> "Those girls, follow them and stay out of view," I tell Damian before he turns around quietly, walking after them. Gannon, my third in command, takes his place beside me and follows me inside. <br /> <br /> The inside of the building is clean but sparsely furnished. The old woman shows me around, telling me about the different activities the kids appear to enjoy and some other rubbish. Yet I still can’t seem to get the girl out of my mind. <br /> <br /> "The two older girls that were here. What is the deal with them?" I ask. <br /> <br /> "Oh them, need not mind about them. I don't think they will be around much longer." Mrs. Daley says as she looks at me over her shoulder, trying to figure out what to call me. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name," she says. <br /> <br /> "Gannon," I tell her, and I see Gannon's lips tug up in the corners at me stealing his name. <br /> <br /> "Right, Gannon, well those two girls are nothing but trouble, been here eight years," she says. <br /> <br /> "Their names?" I ask her, following her upstairs to the bedrooms, peering in each one. <br /> <br /> "Um.." she pauses, and I stare at her. "I don't know; I will have to look up their true names," she says, wandering off, and Gannon follows her into an office. I was about to ask for the girl’s name, but was glad when Gannon did. <br /> <br /> "They have been here for eight years, and you don't know their names?" Gannon asks, just as shocked as me. <br /> <br /> "They are rogues, sir, not worth knowing," she states, pulling out some papers; the longer it took, I realize she didn't have any files on them, which irritates me more.<br /> <br /> "That's enough, move on," I tell her, wanting to get this over with already. This woman is infuriating me, and I am finding it harder and harder to hide who I am the more she speaks.<br /> <br /> All I wanted was to go find those two girls, telling myself it was just out of curiosity and not the dark-haired beauty that was taking up my thoughts, having caught my attention completely. Damian would watch over them until I figured out what I wanted to do.<br /> <br /> The mind link opens up, and I feel Damian come through. "My king, is there a particular reason I am following them?" he asks curiously. <br /> <br /> "I just want to know where they are going," I tell him.<br /> <br /> "Seems to be some meeting; the new Alpha just arrived and has called them to a stage. It seems to be some sort of hearing." He pauses for a second before I hear his voice again flit through my head.<br /> <br /> "Wait, it is the determination of whether or not they stay," Damian tells me when I realize something, the dark-haired girl; I never sensed her wolf, so she wasn't even of age to be determined.<br /> <br /> "If he auctions them, take the dark-haired girl," I tell him.<br /> <br /> "Yes, my king," he says, closing the link. It was common practice. I never agreed, but the packs kicked up a stink when we said the children were off-limits. They agreed to stop killing them if they could choose their fates when they came of age. <br /> <br /> As we walk back outside, Mrs. Daley shows us the run-down equipment and some of the kids' paintings hanging on the clothesline to dry. The link reopened abruptly. <br /> <br /> "He is sentencing them to death. What do you want me to do?" Damian asks with alarm in his voice.<br /> <br /> "Stop it; I will be there soon. The dark-haired girl isn't even of age for him to decide her fate," I tell him. <br /> <br /> Abruptly, turning on my heel, I walk off, knowing Gannon would deal with the headmistress for me. <br /> <br /> "Sir, I still have a few things to show you," I hear her voice call out, but I ignore her, something pulling me toward the center of the village, urging me to that raven-haired beauty. <br /> <br /> I can’t explain it; something in me wants her, and the thought of someone harming her makes me want to kill whoever dared to try. <br /> <br /> Chapter 4<br /> IVY <br /> <br /> The Alpha grabs my arm, leading me to a huge stone block. I can smell blood on it as he shoves me down, pressing my forehead against it. <br /> <br /> That is when I feel something hit my face before it splats on the stone next to me, a tomato, bloody animals. It angers me; our deaths aren’t enough. They also had to humiliate us too. <br /> <br /> The Alpha drags his sword over the stone, and I feel the cold blade pressed against my neck, yet it is blunt. I bit my mouth to stop the sob that wanted to escape me.<br /> <br /> "What do you think you are doing?" a deep voice that made the crowd go silent fills the air. I hold my breath before hearing a collective gasp from those watching. <br /> <br /> "Putting this rogue out of its misery," Alpha Brock snarls. I try to look through the hessian bag but can't see much of anything.<br /> <br /> "She is not even of legal age for this. Free her now," comes the voice, strong and unwavering. <br /> <br /> "Under whose authority do you have the right to demand that of me?" Alpha Brock asks, the sword sliding off the stone with a loud clang. <br /> <br /> "Are you questioning me, Alpha? I assure you, if you don’t heed my warning and let her go, I will be forced to take your life. Now free her and hand her over to me now," comes the voice, only this time I feel a rush. <br /> <br /> The stranger's aura bursts out of him, and I hear the Alpha take in a sharp breath. <br /> <br /> "Lycan," Alpha Brock gasps. <br /> <br /> "Correct, and it is about time you recognized your superior, Alpha Brock," the man says. <br /> <br /> "Pack law says we are allowed to decide how we choose to handle the rogues," the Alpha tries to argue. <br /> <br /> "Yes, rogues of age, she has no wolf, or I would sense it. Now free her," the voice says, getting closer, and the Alpha laughs nervously. <br /> <br /> "You have no authority here. This is my pack." I can hear the tremble in his voice. He is speaking out of embarrassment. Lycans rule, they are the superior species, and my Alpha was treading dangerously into uncharted territory. Despite being the Pack Alpha, Lycans no matter their status overrule any werewolf and could do mostly as they please.<br /> <br /> "You dare speak to a Lycan like that? Have you forgotten your place on the chain of command, Alpha?" comes another voice, though this man's voice was deeper, his tone oozing authority, and his aura made me whimper. <br /> <br /> A hush falls over everyone, the place falling so silent even the wind seemed to listen to his command. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; it fell that silent, and I was suddenly too scared to even breathe loudly. <br /> <br /> "I, King Kyson, order you to free her now!" the deep voice sounds threatening, despite how calm he spoke them. His scent wafts to me, my mouth filling with my saliva at his tantalizing scent. <br /> <br /> I hear the Alpha whimper beside me before the sword falls from his hands, clanging loudly on the wooden stage beside me. Listening carefully, footsteps move up the steps before I felt a presence behind me where Alpha was, yet the aura coming out of whoever it was made me tremble violently.<br /> <br /> "You dare speak out against my Beta. Who do you think you are?" the voice booms menacingly before I feel someone grab my arm, pulling me up. Sparks rush over my skin, and I hear him gasp before my heart thumps loudly in my chest while I try to make sense of what is going on. <br /> <br /> My legs tremble under the weight of his aura, his grip the only thing holding me upright when the bag is lifted from my head. I find everyone on their knees except the two Lycan men. One is the blonde man from the orphanage. <br /> <br /> He is smiling at me before I look at the man holding my arm. My breath hitches when I caught sight of his silver eyes watching me strangely. <br /> <br /> Instantly, I drop my gaze to see my Alpha on his knees, cowering; the man holding my arm pulls me from the stage and down the steps before walking up the aisle between the rows of chairs. <br /> <br /> However, Abbie remained trembling on her knees on the stage when looked over my shoulder at her. The man lets me go, passing me off to the blonde man, who grabs me. He doesn't hold tight like the man who pulled me from the stage did. <br /> <br /> The King drops his aura, and everyone takes a deep breath. The Alpha growled on stage, and I turned to look back over my shoulder as he grabbed Abbie. <br /> <br /> Her shriek of terror made me shove the man away when I saw Alpha Brock push her over the stone and grab his sword from off the stage next to her head. <br /> <br /> "No," I choke out.<br /> <br /> Panic seizes me, and instinctively, I run to the man that saved me, or at least I think he saved me. I have no clue why he stopped the Alpha or what his intentions are with me, but I was alive because of him, for now.<br /> <br /> "Please, please don't let him kill her," I beg him, gesturing desperately. I see my Alpha shove the bag over Abbie’s head that had fallen off. The king stops, looking down at my hands that are clutching his shirt. <br /> <br /> When I drop to the ground at his feet. I hear whispers from the crowd, murmurs about me grabbing the king, and I realize what a silly mistake that had been. He could order me killed for even speaking to him, let alone touching him. <br /> <br /> "Please, just let him kill me. I want to be with her," I beg, looking at his shiny shoes. <br /> <br /> I know it is against the law to touch a royal, and I had grabbed him silly. I am as good as dead now. However, I would rather die than be without Abbie. I settle myself, waiting for my death. The king growls, and I tremble.<br /> <br /> "Stop! I want the other girl too," his voice booms, and I look up to see him staring at me. I swallow under his intense gaze and start shrinking away from him when I see his Beta move, making me look over at him. He walks to the stage. <br /> <br /> "Hand the girl over. You heard the King," the King’s Beta says. Alpha Brock growls but grabs her, shoving her down the stairs toward him. <br /> <br /> The blonde man catches her before she face plants the ground, and the Beta growls at the Alpha for pushing her. <br /> <br /> I watch as he lets Abbie go, and she rushes over toward me when fingers grip my chin. The king forces me to meet his gaze as he crouched next to me before speaking. <br /> <br /> "Anything else?" he asks, brushing his thumb along my jaw, and making me shiver; he smirks when I shake my head before releasing me. <br /> <br /> My brows furrow in confusion, looking down, embarrassed that I spoke out of turn. But he got Abbie for me. Despite me grabbing him, he still saved her. Abbie throws herself at me, clutching me as she sobs. <br /> <br /> "Thank you," she whispers, glancing at the king, baring her neck to him. He nods to her before speaking, his eyes falling back on me.<br /> <br /> "Follow me," the King says. Turning on his heel, he starts walking. Abbie looks at me before his Beta stops next to us. <br /> <br /> "You heard the King, follow him," he says, looking at us both on the ground, though his words were soft, and he was smiling, which I didn't expect of him. We scramble upright, rushing after him and ignoring the shocked looks of the town's people.<br /> <br /> We follow him back to the orphanage. The King walks rather quickly with his long strides; we have to jog to keep up with him but make sure not to pass him either. His Beta follows behind us a few steps before we stop. Mrs. Daley was standing out the front and rushes over, staring with her mouth open, gaping at us. <br /> <br /> "Hurry, girls. Get inside," she says, clearly shocked, but she recovers herself quickly. We go to do what she says when the King opens the door of his sleek black car and steps into my path, blocking me from passing him. He grips my arm, stopping me and turning me toward the door. <br /> <br /> "Get in," he says, and we stop. Abbie is clutching my arm tightly; her fingers gripping me so hard I feel my skin bruising. My fingertips hold the side of her shirt, not willing to let her go when the King leans closer, his breath moving across the skin of my neck.<br /> <br /> "Your friend can come, but you are coming with me, so get in the car. I don't enjoy repeating myself," he says softly though it was clear not argue him on the matter. <br /> <br /> I swallow before feeling myself nudged forward toward the door by his hand that moved to my body. <br /> <br /> Chapter 5<br /> Kyson <br /> <br /> My strange actions I couldn’t understand, yet I couldn’t let the girl die and the panicked way she begged for her friend; I couldn’t bring myself to deny her anything. <br /> <br /> I was pretty confident if she asked to bring the entire orphanage, I would have told her yes, though it confused me why I would agree. I couldn’t explain it. She was a rogue werewolf, nothing Lycan about this girl. <br /> <br /> However, the thought of letting her die made my stomach turn and my heart twist painfully. Death I had witnessed countless times, even had a hand in it. Dead bodies never bothered me, yet the thought of her being killed horrified me for some unknown reason.<br /> <br /> Both girls sat like statues in the back of the car. They didn’t utter a word. By the dark-haired girl’s sharp intake of breath, I could see that she appeared to be in pain. <br /> <br /> Did I hurt her when I grabbed her? Then I also noticed the other girl kept trying to hold her arms, keeping her from leaning back, but I would hear the girl hiss in pain with every bump.<br /> <br /> “Pull over,” I tell my Beta Damian. He pulls the car over, and the cars behind and in front follow suit.<br /> <br /> “Gannon, switch places with us,” I tell my Gamma through the mind link. I get out of the car, which was pulled up along the freeway. <br /> <br /> Damian also gets out, looking at me over the car’s roof questionably. He raises his arms, wondering what is going on. I ignore him before opening the back door and grabbing the girl’s arm. Her entire body trembles and I realize maybe it wasn’t such a good idea pulling over. They probably thought I was about to kill them and dispose of their bodies. <br /> <br /> My judgment was correct when she started begging me. “Please, just let us go. We won’t tell anyone. You won’t have to see us again,” she says, trying to get out of my grip. <br /> <br /> “Enough, tell your friend to get out,” I tell her, and her eyes fill with tears; she nods before blinking rapidly, fighting her tears and swallowing. She drops her head before holding her hand out to her friend. The other girl slides across the seat, gripping her hand. <br /> <br /> “We promise, we will just go, and you won’t have to kill us. We won’t tell anyone,” her friend pleads. <br /> <br /> What they would tell anyone in the first place was beyond me. We had done nothing that would need to be hidden. The girl also seems to realize that.<br /> <br /> “Are you going to kill us?” she asks, looking up at me. I study her for a second until she looks down. I find her questions cute. Typically, no subordinate would dare question my intentions, yet she couldn’t help but ask despite her apparent fear. <br /> <br /> “Have you given me a reason to kill you?” I ask her, and she shoots her friend a furtive look. <br /> <br /> “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you, I…I?” she stutters, as though she felt the need to apologize but didn’t quite know what for or thought the reason silly.<br /> <br /> “Are you not allowed to touch me?” I ask her. Her brows pinch together at my question.<br /> <br /> “No, you are a king. I am a rogue,” she explains, and her answer irritates me for reasons that I couldn’t explain. I have never liked being touched, yet her touching me didn’t seem to faze me. In fact, I wanted to feel her touch with her tiny hands again. I grip her hand, turning it over. <br /> <br /> Her palms feel calloused and blistered, and some parts are rougher from doing hard labor. I had seen miners with smoother hands. I grab her other hand, turning it over, which appears the same.<br /> <br /> Such tiny hands, showing how hard she has worked, the skin chapped and peeling in places. Placing her hand on my chest, my skin tingles delightfully. <br /> <br /> I feel my chest vibrate, a purr escaping me that I quickly muffle before she realizes she had some bizarre effect on me. Having heard it, Damian clears his throat, and I do not know what just came over me.<br /> <br /> I look at him, and his eyes flicker when he mind links me. “Are you sure there isn’t something going on with you and the rogue girl?” he asks, a smile playing on his lips. <br /> <br /> I still can’t explain it, but I feel possessive about her, and I don’t like him calling her a rogue girl. I growl at him, and she moves her hand away, stepping back closer to her friend when she hisses, her back arching as she bumps into the other girl.<br /> <br /> “Are you hurt?” I ask her, grabbing her arm to steady her. <br /> <br /> “No, sir,” she says. She is lying and clearly is in pain but wouldn’t admit it. <br /> <br /> I could smell a lie and wanted to punish her for it. I hated liars, and the fact she would try to lie to me was downright disrespectful. She should no better than to lie to her King. For now, I will let it slide. However, she will learn not to lie to me soon enough. <br /> <br /> I pull her toward the limo, and Gannon gets out and moves to our car. I hated the limo. It felt so formal, but I could find out more about these two girls there. I open the back door and push them inside the vehicle. They quickly slid across the seats, and Damon and I both seat ourselves across from them. Damon taps on the glass, and the driver starts the car.<br /> <br /> “What is your name?” I ask my raven-haired beauty. She chews her plump lips, and I find my gaze settles on them while she fidgets with her hands. <br /> <br /> “Rogue, sir,” they both say in unison. <br /> <br /> “No, your names,” I demand; they both look at each other confused. <br /> <br /> “You know the names given to you when you were born,” Damian clarifies.<br /> <br /> “You want our real names?” the other girl asks, and it is clear she doesn’t know how to feel about that. <br /> <br /> “Yes, I assume you both have names other than rogue,” I tell them.<br /> <br /> “Her name is Abbie. Mine is Ivy,” she says quietly before looking back at her hands. I can hear both their heart rates speed up, their fear perfuming the car. Damian reaches into the ice bucket, retrieving some bottles of water. <br /> <br /> He offers them one, but neither of them moves. Their constant fear is irking me. We had done nothing to earn their fear. <br /> <br /> “Take it,” Damian tells them, and the oldest one, Abbie, reaches forward, taking it from him.<br /> <br /> He offers one to Ivy, and she shakes her head. “We can share,” they both say, like it would be an awful thing accepting the other one. <br /> <br /> Growling, they both flinch away from me. With the scent of their potent fear, I realize I need to get away from them; I wanted to speak to them, but their fear of me is ticking me off, and her scent is overwhelming me. <br /> <br /> I wanted her but didn’t because I knew it was wrong to want her when she wasn’t even Lycan, and I couldn’t explain it. <br /> <br /> Urges I never felt have my blood pumping fiercely, making me feel hot and somewhat flustered and her scent was driving me mad, my pants were even becoming tight and never in my life have I had the urge to mark someone as I did Ivy.<br /> <br /> “Pull over,” I call out, and the driver does. I get out, slamming the door. Damian does the same, though he shuts his door gently. I walk back to the car, climbing in, and Gannon sighs, getting out like he was bored and sick of playing musical chairs. <br /> <br /> “Watch them and take them to the castle,” I tell him, and he nods, walking back to the limo silently.<br /> <br /> Chapter 6<br /> Ivy <br /> <br /> King Kyson gets out of the car and leaves us with his Beta, and another of the King’s men climbing in the car in their place. He just stares at us with his arms folded the entire time.<br /> <br /> Hours later, he opened his mouth.“Which one of you is injured and covered in herbs?” We both shake our heads, knowing complaining usually got us more punishment and snitching well. That carried a severe punishment as well. His jaw clenches before he speaks. <br /> <br /> “Don’t lie to me. Clearly, the king wants you both for some reason. So, answer me, or I will call him over and ask permission to strip you to find out.”<br /> <br /> The door suddenly opens, saving us from answering. Beta Damian looks in the limo. The man gets out before motioning for us to follow him.<br /> <br /> I find the king standing next to his Beta, whispering to the man that sat in the car with us.“Follow me,” King Kyson orders, walking around the limo. We follow before stopping on the cobblestone road. We were at his castle: an actual sandstone castle. It looks like it belongs in a fairy-tale, not real life.<br /> <br /> The place is tremendous, and both of us freeze in shock, having seen nothing like it. We knew the king would live in a castle. However, knowing that and seeing it were two different things, and the place was exquisite.<br /> <br /> “Why are we here?” Abbie whispers nervously while nudging me. Rogues aren’t allowed at the Lycan King’s castle.<br /> <br /> “I said to follow,” the king says, and we both realize he has stopped and is waiting for us, looking at us impatiently. His Beta touches my back, urging us along, and I hiss, my back arching away from his touch as pain rippled over my back.<br /> <br /> Abbie grips my arm, knowing crying out would get us whipped again, and I take a breath, willing the tears not to fall, so we aren’t beaten for them. <br /> <br /> Swallowing down my pain, I start walking, though the king doesn’t turn when we approach him. His gaze is stern as he stares at me. His jaw clenches, his hands ball into fists. Abbie’s hand trembles in mine. Maybe if I beg, he will spare her for my foolish. <br /> <br /> He suddenly turns and continues walking while we stumble to keep up with his long strides. A man in uniform rushes to open the heavy wooden double doors, the king moving so quickly we didn’t even have a chance to look where we were going as we tried to keep up with him. <br /> <br /> Abbie’s grip tightens when I slow down, the pain of moving, making everything ache. We stop at a set of stairs, and the king proceeds down a corridor that runs alongside them, and we come to a huge bustling kitchen with workers. <br /> <br /> “Clarice,” the king calls out. Everyone stops and bares their necks, tilting their heads to the side out of respect for the king. <br /> <br /> A woman looks up before nodding and walking over, wiping her hands on a tea towel. She looks to be an older woman, maybe in her fifties, with a warm smile and soft features. She wore a maid’s uniform with an apron tied around her waist. <br /> <br /> “My king,” she acknowledges before looking us over.<br /> <br /> “I have two new girls for you to train, and they need uniforms,” he tells her. <br /> <br /> “Right away, my lord, come with me, girls,” the woman says, giving us both a friendly smile; she motions for us to follow her.<br /> <br /> Abbie and I quickly follow her, and she leads us through the kitchen and down yet another short corridor. Turning a corner, we find ourselves in a laundry room. <br /> <br /> Rows of uniforms line the shelves, and she looks us up and down before handing each of us a grey button-up dress with short sleeves and aprons that had pockets in the front. The material is thick yet soft. <br /> <br /> “What are your names?” she asks when the king suddenly walks in, making her divert her attention to him. <br /> <br /> His movements are calculated and purposeful as he strolled into the room before stopping in front of us. He looks both of us over. His gaze was scrutinizing, his eyes glowing like polished silver and my breath lodges in my throat when they fall on me. <br /> <br /> “My king, is there something you need?” Clarice asks, clearly shocked that he followed her. I got the impression he hardly came into the servants’ station. <br /> <br /> He shakes his head and leans on a counter, and Clarice waits to see if he will leave. Only he doesn’t, so Clarice turns back to us, clapped her hands, making us jump and look away from the imposing king that continues to stare. <br /> <br /> “Girls, I asked for your names.” She says, drawing our attention to her.<br /> <br /> “Ivy, ma’am,” I tell her in a rush. <br /> <br /> “Abbie, ma’am,” Abbie answers softly, bowing her head.<br /> <br /> “Very good. Now quickly get changed through that door,” she says, pointing behind us. We look over our shoulders when the king speaks. <br /> <br /> “Not you, you change here,” he says, and Abbie and I look at each other nervously. Clarice also looks at the king, horrified. <br /> <br /> “My king?” Clarice says, her hand clutching her chest.<br /> <br /> “Abbie, go get changed in the room. Ivy, you remain where you are,” he says, and my heart thumps erratically in my chest at his words. <br /> <br /> Was I in trouble? I tried to remember if I did something he might think was offensive or was it because I touched him, yet I thought maybe he forgot to hand down the punishment, apparently not. I knew I shouldn’t have touched him and now I would pay for that mistake. <br /> <br /> The look on his face was unreadable, yet his gaze intense. I don’t remember doing anything that would provoke his attention, so it had to be the reason.<br /> <br /> Clarice looks uncertain as she glances between the king and me before turning and giving me a sad smile and looks at Abbie, who was still frozen beside me. <br /> <br /> “Abbie, go get changed, dear,” she says to Abbie, and I swallow the bile down that rose in my throat. My cheeks heat under his gaze, horrified he was expecting me to strip in front of him.<br /> <br /> “Forgive me, my king, but is there a reason you have requested her to change in front of you?” Clarice questioned. I worried about her questions. Did she not fear speaking out against him?<br /> <br /> “She lied to my Gamma,” he answers her while I tried to figure out what lie I spoke. “Now change, Ivy. Remove your clothes.” the King orders, and his aura hits me, making goosebumps rise on my arms.<br /> <br /> I didn’t understand why I was being punished this way. It made no sense. If he would explain I can apologize, yet I had no clue what I would I should apologize for other than touching him. <br /> <br /> His abrupt anger made no sense to me. I glance at Clarice, and she nods, telling me to do what he has asked, and motions for me to remove my clothes. <br /> <br /> The quiver of my lips I couldn’t be helped as it dawned on me he was seriously going to watch me change. My fingers tremble as I try to undo the buttons.<br /> <br /> “Please, sir,” I murmur, even though I shouldn’t, but this was dehumanizing. If it was Clarice, it wouldn’t phase me. She is a woman, but to strip off my clothes in front of a man and a king made me feel sick.<br /> <br /> “Quiet, remove them,” he says, leaving no room for argument when a male servant walks in behind him.<br /> <br /> “Out!” the king bellows at the man; he rushes off before Clarice walks over, shutting the door, so no one else walks in. She stands in front of it like she is keeping guard and nods for me to proceed. <br /> <br /> “Do I need to come over and undress you?” he asks, clearly running out of patience. Clarice glances at him nervously before waving at me to hurry. I shake my head, quickly poking the buttons through the holes. <br /> <br /> I try to turn away to shield myself. My lingerie was so thin that it was almost see-through, and my breathing was heavy as panic set in. <br /> <br /> “This is taking too long,” the king snaps before he is behind me and yanks my blouse off. <br /> <br /> I shriek in pain and fear, covering myself with my hands. 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A pesar de que su curiosidad la tentaba a echar un vistazo, permaneció congelada, esperando hasta que finalmente el hombre rompió el pesado silencio.<br /> —¿Eso es todo? —fue todo lo que él respondió, lo que provocó que Abigail dejara escapar un suspiro de incredulidad por lo insensible que sonó.<br /> —¿Q-qué? —la mujer estaba obviamente completamente sorprendida.<br /> —Dime, ¿qué quieres?<br /> —Yo... He estado enamorada de ti desde el principio. He sido tu chica durante dos meses, pero nunca has dicho nada acerca de tus sentimientos hacia mí. Sr. Qinn, yo... lo único que quiero es... Solo quiero que me ames de vuelta.<br /> —Se acabó —declaró. Su voz seguía careciendo de cualquier rastro de calidez, cada sílaba esculpida en hielo y vacía de emoción.<br /> —¿P-p-pero-qué?<br /> —No lo repetiré.<br /> —¿P-por qué? Sr. Qinn, ¿q-qué estás diciendo? Esto no... En el contrato que firmé claramente decía que sería tu chica durante tres meses. Solo han pasado dos meses, pero ahora dices que se acabó? ¿Qué quieres decir con<br /> —Señorita Moore... ¿no leyó el contrato correctamente? —el tono del hombre se volvió aún más frío, casi severo—. Scott, ven y lee la condición que no leyó.<br /> Abigail estaba completamente sorprendida por la conversación que se desarrollaba ante ella. "¿Un contrato?" Su mente se llenó de incredulidad. <br /> Al darse cuenta de que la situación empeoraba, sintió la necesidad urgente de irse. Pero el miedo a ser vista la mantuvo congelada. Atrapada entre escapar y el peligro de ser descubierta, solo pudo quedarse oculta a regañadientes. <br /> —Señorita Moore, estas son dos de las condiciones en ese contrato que firmó —otro hombre comenzó a hablar—. La novia contratada puede exigir cualquier cosa excepto dos cosas: amor o afecto. Una vez que la novia contratada exija ser amada a cambio, el contrato automáticamente se anulará y borrará.<br /> Abi estaba tan sorprendida que ya no pudo evitar echar un vistazo a ellos. Simplemente no podía creer lo que estaba sucediendo. No podía creer que algo tan escandaloso como esto estuviera sucediendo en la vida real. Para alguien como ella, esto era una locura total.<br /> Cuando vio a la chica, sus manos volaron hacia su propia boca. —¿No es esa Ina Moore? ¡¿La famosa actriz?! —No podía creer lo que veían sus ojos. —¿Por qué una mujer hermosa como ella suplicaría por el amor de un hombre? Más importante aún, ¿su relación era contractual?! ¿Esta hermosa diva, Ina Moore, era la novia contratada de algún despiadado hombre?!<br /> Los ojos abiertos de Abigail luego se posaron en el hombre, pero no pudo ver su rostro porque le daba la espalda a ella.<br /> —Te advertí hace mucho tiempo. No hago el amor y nunca lo haré. Y tú, de todas las personas, ya deberías conocer bien cómo trato a cualquiera que rompa alguna de las condiciones del contrato —Las palabras del hombre resonaron y estremecieron a Abigail al presenciar cómo Ina Moore se derrumbaba de rodillas. La diosa que muchos hombres alababan ahora parecía como si toda su sangre estuviera siendo drenada de golpe. Luego, de esa manera, un hombre voluminoso de negro la arrastró hacia otro coche.<br /> Cuando el coche se fue, Abigail finalmente volvió a sus sentidos y rápidamente se escondió de nuevo.<br /> Sin embargo...<br /> —Sal. Sé que estás ahí. Ahora —El comando del hombre resonó, dejándola tan atónita que permaneció inmóvil por un momento prolongado. Sabía que le estaba hablando a ella y sabía que él era un hombre que no quería repetirse a sí mismo, así que, conteniendo la respiración, finalmente salió.<br /> —Ven —ordenó el hombre, y Abigail levantó lentamente su rostro. Estaba increíblemente nerviosa. No podía recordar si alguien la había hecho sentir tan asustada y nerviosa antes en toda su vida.<br /> En cuanto se encontraron sus miradas, Abigail casi dejó escapar un grito ahogado. El hombre que tenía delante no era simplemente guapo; el término era un grosero eufemismo. Existía en un plano completamente diferente de belleza, eclipsando a cualquier celebridad que hubiera visto antes. Su estatura era imponente, su cabello negro como el azabache caía naturalmente bajo la caricia de sus dedos, elegantemente peinado hacia atrás desde su rostro. Todo en él era un retrato de masculinidad que solo podía describirse como perfección. ¡Un hombre simplemente parecía demasiado guapo para ser real! ¿Cómo podría un hombre mortal verse tan impresionante? ¡No es de extrañar que una mujer tan hermosa como Ina Moore suplicara por su amor!<br /> Pero esta impresionante criatura la miraba fijamente. Sus ojos oscuros eran hostiles, lo que la hacía querer encogerse en el suelo y desaparecer. La forma en que la miraba definitivamente era la definición de la frase «si las miradas mataran».<br /> —¿Quién eres? ¿Paparazzi? —Abigail se encogió por el desagrado en la voz de él. Sus ojos fríos como el hielo brillaban con una luz peligrosa y la helaron más que la temperatura helada. No pudo evitar pensar que este hombre era definitivamente el ejemplo perfecto del hombre inhumanamente hermoso que a menudo leía en libros de ficción.<br /> Tragando saliva, Abigail se obligó a responderle. —No, no lo soy. —sacudió la cabeza, pero los ojos del hombre se estrecharon y luego se acercó a ella.<br /> Cada paso que él daba se sentía como una bomba de tiempo para ella, pero sorprendentemente pudo mantenerse firme a pesar de que sus rodillas temblaban un poco. Cuando el hombre se detuvo a menos de un metro frente a ella, no pudo evitar morder su labio inferior. El hombre la escudriñaba, mirándola como si fuera su presa. Sabía de solo un vistazo a esos ojos que «peligroso» era un eufemismo para describirlo.<br /> —Corderito... ¿escuchaste todo? —preguntó, su mirada era más mortal que la daga más afilada. Nunca había visto unos ojos tan hermosos pero también tan fríos y mortales como los de él. Tenía ojos asesinos que podían atravesar el alma de cualquiera.<br /> —Lo siento, yo... No quería... —Abigail logró responder cuando el hombre de repente alzó su mano hacia ella. Se encogió de miedo e instintivamente cerró los ojos, pensando que el hombre iba a estrangularla.<br /> Pero eso no pasó.<br /> Lentamente, Abigail abrió los ojos.<br /> Él no dijo una palabra. Solo se centró en su bufanda de punto amarillo brillante. Por alguna razón, las dagas y los antiguos glaciares en sus ojos parecían haber sido arrastrados y repentinamente reemplazados por una extraña y tranquila vacuidad.<br /> Ella miró hacia abajo y notó que sus dedos jugueteaban con el borde de su bufanda tejida. Abigail se quedó congelada en el lugar una vez más, su corazón latía erráticamente.<br /> —Amarillo... —murmuró para sí misma mientras soltaba su mano—, y luego la mirada en sus ojos cambió nuevamente, pero ya no parecía frío y duro como lo hizo hace unos momentos. —Vete a casa —dijo—, y así, se dio la vuelta para irse.<br /> Abigail exhaló mientras lo veía alejarse de ella. Debería haber estado huyendo ahora que finalmente la dejó ir ilesa, pero simplemente se quedó allí, inmóvil, con la mirada fija en su grácil figura que se alejaba.<br /> Cerró las manos con tanta fuerza que los nudillos se pusieron blancos, llamó repentinamente.<br /> —¡Espera, señor, por favor espera!<br /> El chofer ya le había abierto la puerta para que entrara cuando su voz resonó en el frío garaje.<br /> —¿Qué? —respondió sin volverse para mirarla.<br /> Sin miedo, Abigail comenzó a caminar hacia él. De repente, estaba llena de adrenalina y se sentía valiente. Sus rodillas dejaron de temblar y el miedo en sus ojos fue reemplazado por algo más: resolución.<br /> —¿Es cierto todo lo que dijiste? ¿Que tú no haces el amor? —preguntó mientras se paraba a menos de un metro detrás de él—. ¿Estás realmente seguro de que no te enamorarás de nadie?<br /> El hombre finalmente se giró para mirarla. Sus oscuros ojos grises la evaluaron con incredulidad y luego, interés.<br /> —Por lo que entiendo, estás dispuesto a hacer que alguien sea tu novia siempre que no te exija amor, ¿verdad? —volvió a preguntar, sus ojos de cierva, decididos.<br /> El silencio reinó entre ellos por un momento. El hombre la miró a través de sus ojos entrecerrados y parecía asombrado como si estuviera mirando a una cierta criatura increíble.<br /> —¿Por qué preguntas? —Sus labios se curvaron en una sonrisa malvada y divertida.<br /> —Solo tengo curiosidad. ¿Es cierto? —ella respondió.<br /> —¿Y si lo es?<br /> Abigail apretó los labios. —Si es cierto, ¿cómo puedes estar tan seguro? ¿Realmente crees que nunca te enamorarás de nadie? ¿Nunca?<br /> Lo que obtuvo como respuesta fue una risita. Su risa tenía una cualidad diabólica, acentuando su apariencia llamativa. La alegría no llegó del todo a sus ojos, pero en su actitud persistía un rastro de diversión, aunque ella luchaba por descifrarlo completamente. Era simplemente un enigma, sus expresiones un rompecabezas que ella encontraba difícil de resolver.<br /> —Dime. ¿Qué es exactamente lo que estás tratando de decir? —juguetó con el borde de su bufanda nuevamente, sus labios finos aún curvados en una sonrisa peligrosa y traviesa.<br /> —Yo... Solo estoy diciendo que no creo que seas una excepción. Tal vez simplemente no has conocido a esa persona especial que tiene un hacha para abrir tu corazón.<br /> —Pequeña Amarilla, ¿estás diciendo que quieres intentarlo conmigo?<br /> Mirándole a los ojos, Abigail guardó silencio por un momento antes de asentir con la cabeza. Sus ojos estaban decididos. Él se rió.<br /> Frunciendo el ceño, Abigail intentó mostrarle lo seria que estaba, pero cuando dijo que estaba seria, su intensidad parecía haberlo divertido aún más.<br /> Después de que dejó de reír, el hombre habló. —¿Estás pensando quizás que podrías hacerme enamorar eventualmente? Lástima, Amarilla... Innumerables mujeres ya lo han intentado y además... no creo que seas capaz de hacerlo. —Su mirada recorrió su cuerpo de la cabeza a los pies—. Y me escuchaste bien, no hago el amor. Nunca. Así que no gastes tus células cerebrales pensando en ello. —Su voz era ardiente, a pesar de la sonrisa en su cara.<br /> Pero Abigail no se inmutó. —¿Qué tal si me pruebas? Prometo que no te exigiré que me ames a cambio. —prometió, incluso levantando la mano como una niña exploradora, lo que hizo que el hombre volviera a reír.<br /> —Amarilla, eres una niña muy valiente. —Su sonrisa se desvaneció y apareció un filo duro en su voz.<br /> —¡Por favor, deja de llamarme Amarilla! Mi nombre es Abigail. ¡Y no soy una niña! Estoy a punto de cumplir veintidós.<br /> La expresión del hombre cambió de golpe una vez más y se escapó una risita de sus labios. Su risa realmente tenía un cierto encanto que se tejía a través de sus oídos como un hechizo. Su risa inesperada tenía un atractivo notablemente agradable, una sensación que encontró inesperadamente cautivadora.<br /> —De hecho, eres una niña valiente y pequeña, Amarilla. ¿Sabes quién soy?<br /> —No.<br /> —¿Y aún así, sigues aquí ofreciéndote a ciegas?<br /> Ella asintió, y el hombre ahora sonrió maliciosamente. La miró de arriba a abajo por segunda vez mientras se relamía sus sensuales labios y luego avanzó. Su largo y elegante dedo levantó su barbilla. —Corderito, déjame decirte esto. Ahora mismo estás parada frente a las puertas del infierno. ¿Estás lista para bajar al infierno conmigo? —Sus ojos ardían. Una advertencia ardía en ellos, y Abigail sabía que él estaba siendo más que serio y que el peligro podría ser más que real.<br /> Y sin embargo, su advertencia no fue suficiente para hacer que ella cediera. Nunca había sido tan valiente, o loca, en su vida.<br /> Ya estaba imaginando muchas cosas en su cabeza. El posible resultado de esta locura en la que estaba tratando de lanzarse, por supuesto, la aterraba, pero... cada vez que pensaba en su futuro, ¿había algo más aterrador para ella en este punto? ¿No estaba buscando algo así? ¿Para un hombre como este?<br /> A medida que el silencio se prolongaba, los labios del hombre se curvaron en una sonrisa triunfal y burlona, y su mano aterrizó en su cabeza. Desordenó su cabello negro y lacio y se inclinó hacia ella. —El infierno no es un buen lugar, al menos para un pequeño cordero como tú. Estoy seguro de que lo sabes. Ahora huye mientras este gran lobo malo sigue siendo amable y tranquilo.<br /> Y luego, se dio la vuelta para irse tan casualmente, como si nada hubiera pasado. Pero después de tres pasos, Abigail lo detuvo nuevamente.<br /> —El infierno del que hablas —murmuró—, Yo... me gustaría verlo por mí misma. Llévame allí.<br /> 2: Razón<br /> Abigail se dio cuenta de que sonaba como una mujer desquiciada.<br /> Estás loca, Abi, un susurro en su cabeza le dijo, pero lo más extraño era que no se identificaba con ese sentimiento. Estaba totalmente cuerda y lúcida.<br /> Esta era la cosa más atrevida que había hecho en su vida y la más aterradora, también. Sin embargo, estaba más tranquila que nunca; más segura de esto que de cualquier otra cosa.<br /> El hombre le dirigió una mirada de incredulidad. Sus ojos la atravesaron como si intentara adentrarse en su alma, pero cuando vio la mirada firme en sus ojos, negó con la cabeza.<br /> —Amarillo, ¿cómo te llamas? —finalmente preguntó.<br /> —Abi... Abigail Lee.<br /> —Abigail... —repitió su nombre mientras jugaba distraídamente con su bufanda amarilla una vez más—. La forma en que su nombre salió de su lengua era extrañamente agradable.<br /> Parecía estar pensando en algo mientras la miraba a los ojos antes de que una sonrisa malvada y devastadora apareciera en su glorioso rostro. —Lo siento, pero... —comenzó mientras su mirada volvía a recorrerla de la cabeza a los pies—. No estoy interesado en chicas poco atractivas.<br /> Su comentario y esa sonrisa juguetona en su rostro la hicieron sonrojar.<br /> —¡Solo espera! ¡Te demostraré lo atractiva que puedo ser! —Abigail contestó rápidamente. Ni siquiera sabía cómo había logrado hablar así. Estaba acostumbrada a no prestar atención a lo que otros decían sobre su apariencia. <br /> Pero entonces, la respuesta del hombre fue otra risita fascinante.<br /> —Realmente eres increíble —dijo antes de que su expresión cambiara abruptamente de nuevo. El rabillo de sus labios se torció en desaprobación—. Pero hablo en serio. No me gustan las chicas jóvenes.<br /> —Ina Moore es solo dos años mayor que yo —argumentó, sin darse por vencida.<br /> —La Señorita Moore es... una mujer madura y sexy. Y tú... —Alzó una ceja—. Aunque eres dos años menor que ella, pareces una abuela.<br /> Los labios de Abigail se separaron. Su vergüenza había hecho que su rostro enrojeciera. La forma en que estaba vestida hoy era de hecho un poco anticuada y también llevaba gafas, pero al menos sabía que no se veía como una abuela. ¡Su mejor amiga incluso la llamó linda hace un rato! <br /> Espera... ¿podría ser que... estaba diciendo eso a propósito para disuadirla? ¿O la estaba poniendo a prueba? <br /> —Me vestí así a propósito hoy —le dijo con confianza.<br /> —Oh... ¿de verdad?<br /> —Te lo mostraré.<br /> El hombre soltó una risita, acompañada de una sutil sacudida de cabeza por su diversión. Luego, por un momento, un brillo inusual y aparentemente peligroso parpadeó en sus ojos mientras la observaba. Sin embargo, tan rápido como había aparecido, el resplandor desapareció cuando su mano se posó sobre su cabeza.<br /> —Vete a casa, Amarillo. Es tarde —sonrió y entró en su coche.<br /> —¡Espera! —ella gritó, pero el hombre solo le hizo un gesto con la mano antes de que el coche se fuera, dejándola atónita.<br /> Abigail se mordió el labio y enterró su rostro en sus palmas antes de entrar en su coche. Su corazón seguía latiendo con fuerza. El hombre se había ido, y sin embargo, ¿todavía estaba nerviosa? ¿Podría ser que este nerviosismo fuera el resultado de su valentía? <br /> Sacudiendo la cabeza para aclarar su mente, Abigail acababa de arrancar el motor cuando alguien golpeó la ventana del coche.<br /> Un hombre estaba allí, sonriéndole. El hombre llevaba una chaqueta de cuero negro y también era muy guapo. ¿Hay algo malo con este lugar? ¿Por qué es que hombres excesivamente guapos siguen apareciendo de la nada?!<br /> Abigail no se atrevió a bajar su ventana. Lo primero que buscó con la mirada fueron las ubicaciones de las cámaras de seguridad. Cuando vio una justo encima de su coche, se relajó un poco, pero seguía sintiéndose indecisa.<br /> «¡Eres tan descarada, Abigail! ¡No temiste ofrecerte a ese extraño aterrador, pero ahora tienes miedo de abrir la ventana a este que parece inofensivo?!» se dijo a sí misma, negando con la cabeza como si ahora estuviera convencida de que estaba realmente desequilibrada.<br /> El hombre golpeó de nuevo, mostrando su agradable sonrisa, como si estuviera usando su belleza para atraerla.<br /> —Tengo algo que darte —leyó sus labios.<br /> Con un suspiro de resignación, finalmente bajó ligeramente la ventana del coche.<br /> —Hola, señorita... —sonrió, mostrando sus dientes blancos. Realmente era otro tipo de belleza de otro mundo. Aunque, para ella, ese hombre despiadado todavía lo tenía fácil cuando comparaba sus apariencias.<br /> —¿Qué pasa? ¿Necesitas algo? —preguntó educadamente. El hombre se inclinó y le dio un pedazo de papel.<br /> —Si quieres volver a encontrarte con ese hombre, solo contáctame y te diré dónde encontrarlo —dijo, sonriendo amablemente—. Tenía un ambiente agradable que hacía que uno sentir que no tenía segundas intenciones. También parecía el tipo de hombre que fácilmente atraería a la gente con su dulce sonrisa. Aun así, Abigail tenía una corazonada de que este también podría ser peligroso.<br /> —¿Ese hombre? —Abigail frunció el ceño, tratando de confirmar, aunque<br /> ya sabía de quién estaba hablando.<br /> Asintió—. Ese hombre frío que te dijo que no eres atractiva —él<br /> sonrió, y Abigail parpadeó, sonrojándose de nuevo.<br /> —¿Lo conoces? —preguntó después de aclarar su garganta.<br /> —Es mi amigo.<br /> —¿P-por qué querrías que me encontrara con él?<br /> —Porque quieres demostrarle que su juicio está equivocado. Así que digamos, te estoy ayudando a demostrar tu punto —él sonrió de nuevo, alentándola evidentemente.<br /> Abigail frunció el ceño cuando continuó hablando.<br /> —¿No quieres? ¿Ya cambiaste de opinión? —preguntó, luciendo un poco decepcionado.<br /> Pero en el momento en que comenzó a retirar su mano, Abigail tomó el pedazo de papel que le estaba ofreciendo.<br /> El hombre sonrió con una sensación de logro antes de alejarse—. ¡Adiós, señorita Amarillo! ¡Hasta la próxima! —saludó, y luego, antes de que ella lo supiera, desapareció de su vista, dejándola parpadeando en confusión y curiosidad mientras miraba la nota en su mano.<br /> ...<br /> Mientras Abigail se alejaba de la ciudad, sus pensamientos comenzaron a divagar.<br /> A los veintidós años, Abigail aún no había experimentado una relación romántica. Se había criado en una familia cariñosa y afectuosa, por lo que se había convertido en una persona bondadosa y suave. A menudo la comparaban con nieve inmaculada: educada, pura e inocente, pero muchos también la etiquetaban como una "Miss Buenaza" o "Señorita Remilgada".<br /> A medida que crecía, Abigail se había acostumbrado a que otras personas se burlaran de ella, pero sus abuelos siempre la animaban y le aconsejaban no dejar entrar el agua que la rodeaba en su barco —de lo contrario, se hundiría y se ahogaría—. La habían criado para mantener una mentalidad positiva y ella misma decidió que no dejaría que ese tipo de personas la ahogaran.<br /> Tenía una razón por la cual nunca había tenido novio en sus veintidós años de existencia. Cuando tenía diecisiete años, se dio cuenta de que tenía un trauma porque tenía miedo de que alguien se enamorara de ella.<br /> Abigail había sido testigo de cuánto sufría su padre día a día, incluso años después de la muerte de su madre. Su padre amaba tanto a su madre que incluso después de casi dos décadas desde su muerte, todavía veía a su padre llorar por la noche, mirando la foto de su esposa. Había visto cuán doloroso era perder a alguien que amabas a través de su padre, no era más que tortura. Incluso una vez escuchó a su padre decir que no se sentía vivo desde el día en que su madre lo dejó. <br /> Hace años, Abigail también fue diagnosticada con la misma enfermedad que mató a su madre. Parecía que había heredado la enfermedad de ella y desde entonces, había estado luchando contra ella. Solo tenía diecisiete años en ese momento y sabía que, al igual que su madre, solo tenía 5 años más de vida.<br /> Por eso siempre rechazaba a los chicos que mostraban interés en ella. Hubo algunos, pero su miedo siempre se activaba, especialmente cuando alguien le confesaba sus sentimientos. Todo lo que podía decirles era «lo siento». Debido a eso, Abigail evitó a los chicos tanto como pudo. Incluso se vistió a propósito de manera poco atractiva para ser menos atractiva.<br /> Sin embargo, a medida que pasaron los años, Abigail comenzó a cuestionarse a sí misma —¿Moriré así? .<br /> Los deseos que había estado reprimiendo todo este tiempo estaban fuera de control cuanto más se acercaba a su final. Había estado soñando con querer experimentar cómo se sentiría amar a alguien. Quería saber cómo se sentiría tener mariposas en el estómago y cómo se sentiría besar y abrazar a esa persona a la que amabas con todo el corazón, de manera romántica. Había leído cuentos de hadas e historias de amor, y no pudo evitar desear poder al menos experimentar ese amor romántico llamado antes de morir. Ese era su único deseo ahora: enamorarse, encontrar a alguien de quien pudiera enamorarse sin miedo.<br /> Pero estaba dividida. Tenía miedo y se preocupaba mucho. No quería dejar a alguien atrás para que sufriera cuando ella se fuera. No quería que nadie experimentara la pérdida y el dolor por los que pasaba su padre hasta ahora. Durante años, había pensado en eso, y pensó que ya había aceptado su destino, pero ahora que la fecha límite se acercaba, el deseo en su corazón solo se hacía más fuerte. Así que decidió ser valiente e intentar hacer que su deseo se hiciera realidad con el poco tiempo que le quedaba. La única forma en que se le ocurrió cumplir su deseo era encontrar un hombre del que pudiera enamorarse pero que nunca se enamoraría de ella.<br /> Había oído y leído historias sobre amor no correspondido. Escuchó y leyó que ese tipo de amor era dolorosamente doloroso, pero... seguía deseándolo. Si esta era la única forma de experimentar la caída del amor, estaría dispuesta a sumergirse en él, incluso si eso significara estar herida. Pensaba que podría manejar más el dolor de amar a alguien que no la amara, que morir sin saber en absoluto cómo se sentía el amor. Quizás, estaba pensando en la cita que leyó cuando tenía dieciocho años que decía:<br /> —Es mejor haber amado y perdido, que nunca haber amado.<br /> Abigail compartió anónimamente su situación en línea una vez y preguntó qué hacer. Su hilo atrajo mucha atención y diferentes reacciones contradictorias.<br /> —Como no quieres que alguien se enamore de ti, ¿por qué no eliges a un chico malo? Quiero decir, hay muchos imbéciles y hombres desalmados por ahí que solo saben cómo romper corazones— fue un consejo que despertó su curiosidad.<br /> <br /> Abigail todavía tenía un año. Y lo estaba haciendo bien. La gente que la rodeaba, excepto su familia, ni siquiera sabía que estaba enferma. Pero su madre también era así en aquel entonces. De alguna manera, Abigail sabía que su salud comenzaría a empeorar en el quinto año, este año. Incluso podría prever que podría comenzar a ir y venir al hospital en el próximo mes o dos. Sí, era consciente de que le quedaba poco tiempo.<br /> <br /> 3: El uno<br /> Todo lo que sucedió en ese estacionamiento subterráneo se repetía en su mente mientras seguía conduciendo, haciendo que una vez más se ruborizara de vergüenza.<br /> No podía creerse a sí misma. ¿Realmente hizo algo tan escandaloso como eso? Simplemente era increíble. Ahora que lo pensaba, no podía comprender de dónde sacó su valentía para acercarse a él, y mucho menos ofrecerse a un desconocido tan misterioso y peligroso como él. ¿Estaba realmente tan desesperada?<br /> Pero a pesar de la vergüenza, en lo profundo de su corazón, realmente no lo lamentaba, y el hecho de que ese hombre la rechazara inesperadamente la motivó. Pensó que realmente era el hombre que había estado buscando. Un hombre desalmado que no se enamoraba de nadie. No sabía por qué, pero le creyó cuando dijo que no hacía el amor y nunca lo haría. Tal vez fue porque podía ver la verdad en sus ojos. No sabía por qué, pero mientras lo imaginaba justo en ese momento, sentía que el hombre tenía un corazón de hielo que nunca, nunca se derretiría. ¿Era posible que se enamorara de un hombre así, se preguntó? ¿Sería posible amar a un hombre que era frío, tan frío que podría ahuyentar a su pobre corazón?<br /> No lo sabía, pero, en este punto, pensó que realmente no había razón para que se dijera a sí misma que tuviera cuidado. Dudar ya no era una opción. Si quería que su deseo se cumpliera, la acción era imperativa; tenía que hacerlo ahora porque sentía que esta era su última oportunidad.<br /> Cuando llegó a casa, su familia la esperaba en la sala de estar, viendo su programa de televisión favorito.<br /> Luego tuvieron otra cena agradable y tranquila antes de que Abigail finalmente se fuera a su habitación.<br /> Después de ducharse, se acostó en su cama. Estaba pensando en él de nuevo. Extrañamente, no podía dejar de hacerlo. ¿Era porque la rechazó? Probablemente no. Tal vez, ¿fue por su apariencia tan llamativa?<br /> Levantando la nota que el agradable hombre de la chaqueta de cuero negra le había dado, la miró durante mucho tiempo hasta que sus ojos finalmente se cerraron.<br /> La próxima vez que abrió los ojos, el sol ya estaba entrando por sus ventanas.<br /> Se levantó e hizo su rutina habitual; arregló su cama, ayudó a su abuela a preparar el desayuno y, después de comer juntas, se alistó para el trabajo y besó a su familia adiós antes de conducir de regreso a la ciudad.<br /> Después de graduarse de la universidad, Abigail se ofreció como voluntaria para trabajar en el orfanato Morning Sun. Había sido voluntaria a tiempo parcial desde la secundaria. Su trabajo consistía principalmente en ayudar a los maestros durante la hora de clase. Se le asignó leer libros a los niños los días de semana, excepto los viernes, y le encantaba lo que hacía.<br /> Había llegado a preocuparse mucho por los niños y estaba realmente feliz de extender cualquier ayuda mientras pudiera.<br /> Era lunes, así que los niños que no la habían visto durante tres días estaban emocionados de verla. La abrazaron uno por uno en el pasillo tan pronto como la vieron.<br /> Spanish Novel Text:"""<br /> —¡Señorita Abi! Te extrañamos. La más joven del grupo, Betty, la besó en la mejilla.<br /> —Yo también te extrañé, cariño. Ahora, entremos. Tu profesora está llegando.<br /> Abigail pasó todo el día ayudando a la Sra. Smith, la maestra de los niños.<br /> Una vez que concluyó la sesión, Abigail se dirigió a una cafetería cercana ubicada cerca del orfanato.<br /> Había enviado un mensaje a Kelly, su amiga, la noche anterior pidiéndole que hablara con ella sobre algo, así que planearon encontrarse en esta tienda, su lugar de encuentro favorito desde la universidad.<br /> —¿Cómo estás? Estabas bastante borracha anoche —Abigail miró a Kelly con una ceja levantada.<br /> —¿Me veo tan mal?<br /> —Sí.<br /> —No mientas, Abi. ¡Me aseguré de que mis ojeras estuvieran perfectamente cubiertas! —ella resopló, y Abigail solo pudo reír.<br /> Kelly, durante la universidad, definitivamente era envidiada por muchos. Era bonita, súper rica y tenía muchos pretendientes. Pero estaba sola en la escuela. Solo los chicos que querían ligar con ella se acercaban a ella, y las damas la evitaban como la peste. Cuando Abigail comenzó a hablar con ella y finalmente se hicieron íntimas, los estudiantes comenzaron a llamarla el perro de Kelly. Pero a Abigail realmente no le importaba. Sabía que Kelly era una buena persona y era su amiga sin importar lo que dijera la gente.<br /> En aquel entonces, a Kelly le enfurecía cada vez que la gente se burlaba de Abigail.<br /> —Entonces, ¿cuál es el plan? Estoy realmente curiosa, ¿sabes? Que me llames así es muuuuy raro —Kelly bebió de su bebida mientras miraba a su amiga con los ojos entrecerrados.<br /> Dejando escapar un profundo suspiro, Abigail apretó los labios antes de mirar a su amiga.<br /> —He encontrado a un hombre —dijo Abigail, y Kelly se atragantó—. ¡Ten cuidado, Kelly!"<br /> Kelly soltó unos cuantos tosidos antes de responder:<br /> —¿Qué dijiste? ¿T-tú? ¿Encontraste a un hombre? ¿Tú?!<br /> Kelly parecía haber escuchado algo increíble.<br /> —Cálmate. No hables tan fuerte.<br /> —Dios mío, Abi, ¿cómo puedo estar tranquila ahora? ¡Tú... mi siempre inocente Abi finalmente encontraste a un hombre que te gusta?!<br /> —Bueno, creo... él es el hombre que he estado buscando y... es a quien quiero.<br /> —Guau, esto es increíble. ¿Quién es él? ¿Quién es este hombre que atrapó los ojos de mi querida Abi? ¿Eh?<br /> Kelly estaba emocionada.<br /> —En realidad, olvidé preguntar su nombre. Todo lo que sé es que su apellido es Qinn.<br /> La respuesta de Abigail hizo que la sonrisa de Kelly se desvaneciera, pero rápidamente se recuperó y volvió a emocionarse y preguntó cómo y dónde lo vio.<br /> Abigail le contó que vio al hombre en el estacionamiento subterráneo del edificio de apartamentos de Kelly la noche anterior. Pero por supuesto, no mencionó nada sobre el drama que presenció y la escandalosa cosa que hizo.<br /> —Ese hombre es... es realmente, realmente guapo. Me pregunto si es alguna especie de celebridad. Pero no creo que lo sea, o lo sabría de él.<br /> —Guau, ahora muero de curiosidad. Esta es la primera vez que elogias tanto la apariencia de un hombre, ¿sabes?<br /> Abigail se ruborizó. —¿En serio...?<br /> —Hola... ¡Realmente no te has preocupado por los hombres antes, Abi! ¡Ni siquiera los miras! Bueno, ¿entonces?<br /> La ceja de Kelly se levantó. —¿Qué vas a hacer con este guapísimo Sr. Qinn?<br /> Estaba tan intrigada que parecía mucho más animada que Abigail al respecto.<br /> Mirando hacia abajo, Abigail miró su mano envuelta alrededor de la botella de limonada. Parecía que estaba considerando algo vital en su cabeza mientras su amiga esperaba impacientemente su respuesta.<br /> —Yo... —Abigail comenzó mientras miraba a su amiga, luciendo seria—. Quiero que sea mi novio.<br /> Por un momento, Kelly la miró boquiabierta. Parecía que estaba sorprendida. Pero en el momento en que se recuperó, una enorme y brillante sonrisa se dibujó en su rostro. —¡De acuerdo! ¡Esa es mi chica! Finalmente estás escuchando mi consejo. Mi adorable conejita finalmente aprendió a ser audaz.<br /> Kelly parecía genuinamente feliz y, por alguna razón, orgullosa, como una madre feliz que acababa de presenciar cómo su hija finalmente aprendía a caminar por sí misma por primera vez.<br /> —Kelly, quiero impresionarlo, así que quiero pedirte que... —empezó a decir Abigail.<br /> —Cariño... no digas más. Déjamelo a mí. Prometo vestirte y convertirte en la dama más deslumbrante de la Tierra —la interrumpió Kelly.<br /> Después de hablar, Abigail le dijo a Kelly que se pondría en contacto con ella una vez que decidiera encontrarse con él. Kelly se ofreció a ayudarla a conseguirlo, pero Abigail simplemente le dijo que tenía que aprender a hacerlo ella misma, lo que, por supuesto, hizo que su amiga sonriera felizmente de nuevo.<br /> —Está bien, solo llámame si necesitas ayuda, ¿de acuerdo? Y sobre tu atuendo, ni siquiera te preocupes. Me aseguraré de que ese guapo hombre se enamore de ti a primera vista —fue todo lo que Kelly prometió antes de que las dos se separaran.<br /> Abigail no pudo decirle a su amiga que no estaba intentando hacer que él se enamorara de ella en absoluto. Tampoco le dijo que el hombre que quería era desalmado y frío. No le dijo que él no la encontraba atractiva. Y lo más importante, no le dijo que el hombre era definitivamente una bandera roja porque Abigail sabía que si Kelly descubría qué tipo de hombre había elegido, seguramente se opondría a ello.<br /> Kelly siempre había sido protectora con ella, así que ya podía prever su reacción si descubría al extraño y misterioso hombre que había elegido.<br /> ...<br /> Ya estaba oscuro cuando Abigail llegó a casa. Como siempre, su familia la esperaba para cenar juntos.<br /> Al retirarse a su habitación, Abigail sacó el trozo de papel de su cajón. Sostuvo el número en su mirada y luego tocó rápidamente los dígitos en la pantalla de su teléfono.<br /> En sus contactos, Abigail guardó el número como «Sr. Chaqueta de Cuero Negra».<br /> Quería enviarle un mensaje, pero no sabía qué preguntar. ¿Debería preguntar descaradamente la dirección del hombre? No, no, eso sería demasiado espeluznante. 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