4 "And Ill be yours, forever." (2/2)

”I wanted to ask you...” she was face-to-face with him, jerking her head up in a steep angle to stare directly at him, ”What did you apologize about, yesterday?”

Collins went slightly pale, realizing that she had been awake and heard every word of him apologizing. Ezlynn was bemused by why he looked afraid.

She stared at him harder with a confused look. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door as she quickly drew away from Collins, and answered to the knock,

”Come in.”

”Boss?” Embry appeared, her dark, wavy hair stained with blood, ”K-Kieran's here.”

Embry's face was flushing, her coal-dark eyes filled with desire and admiration. Kieran appeared behind her, tall and overshadowing Embry's figure. Ezlynn took a deep breath before confronting him.

She glanced up at him, only to be immediately petrified. He stood with great grace in front of Ezlynn's office, his eyes being strangely familiar to her, and she could not pull away at the penchant of them. They were in a color of platinum but seemed to strangely glow in a color of red that stared at her in a seductive manner. His hair was white and perfectly groomed without a strand of hair out of place. Kieran smiled a supercilious but somehow twisted smile, revealing his perfect white teeth. Ezlynn was indeed seduced, feeling as if she was being dragged into his alluring eyes. Embry was also engrossed at him, for it was like sorcery that prevented them from pulling away.

”Embry,” Collins managed to say, ”Please leave us alone,”

Embry was finally unshackled from her fascination, nodded, then reluctantly left the office. Ezlynn was also brought back to reality, making an effort to recuperate her despotic mien back on her face. She was bewildered at how she had lost her civility so easily and cleared her throat, taking a deep breath before confronting his eyes again,

”A self-introduction will do,” Ezlynn finally managed, her face recovering from the sudden allurement, ”And please explain why you're wearing such a formal suit when you plan to join a gang.”

Now that she had calmed herself down, she had realized that he was garbed in a light-gray, professional suit that didn't have a single crease on it.

Kieran discerned Ezlynn with interest, then responded,

”Well,” his voice was deep and smooth, ”I do have my personal life.”

Ezlynn deduced from his fine manners and physical features that he was a magnate of some kind.

”What kind of business do you run then?” she asked.

”Clever, aren't you?” he said, ”Well then, Aerospace \u0026 Defense. But don't worry, I don't sell weapons to Venandis.”

She remained quiet, glaring at him suspiciously.

”Want me to prove that I'm not working for the Venandis?” he said as he approached her.

Ezlynn was again absorbed into his eyes but managed to regain her civility. Kieran overshadowed Ezlynn, but her glare was very domineering, piercing right through him as he pulled up his sleeve to unveil a black mark on his wrist. It was in the form of a wolf's head, symbolizing a genuinely independent wolf unclaimed by tribes or loyal to any forces. Collins peered at it, astonished, for he had never seen a truly unclaimed Werewolf in his life.

Ezlynn gawked at the mark, her suspicions slightly fading away that he was loyal to the Venandis.

”So you're not their servant?” she questioned.

Kieran nodded, then enclosed the distance between them. Ezlynn wanted to back away from him, but her feet were planted on the ground, allowing such accosting behavior.

”Let me in the tribe,” he bent down to whisper on her neck, ”And I'll be yours, forever.”