Page 33 of Rescued By the Beast
Where am I going?
Did Luther find out what happened to me?
Has he come to get me?
My hope dies when a tall, imposing man enters the room, with the confidence of someone who knows exactly the effect hehas on any environment. His golden brown eyes fix on me like a well-aimed arrow, and my heart skips a beat, as if it had been struck.
My hair stands on end, from the tips of my ears to my tail, which begins to twitch nervously, as if it had a mind of its own.
Mark.
Flashes assault my mind, snippets from the night I almost died.
Oh, heavens! He was the one who saved me, wasn't he?
With my luck, who else could it be?
Of course, the most feared man in our community!
The one I called a hothead in a stupid joke, just because I was too nervous. The same one who, annoyingly, makes every part of me — human or feline — tremble uncontrollably.
If he knew it was me in here, after I dared to provoke him with that joke, I'm almost certain he would have left me to die.
And now... now he's coming to get me.
Literally.
His big hands are there, ready to grab me. Heat runs down my spine as if someone had turned the internal thermostat to maximum power.
Mark holds me with surprising care for a brute like him. Despite his gigantic arms and intimidating appearance, his movements are incredibly gentle.
"Let's go home, sweetheart," he murmurs, tucking me against his chest.
Despite my panic, the warmth of his body makes me purr and close my eyes.
Suddenly, it's like I'm on a ride at an amusement park. Mark spins me around in his arms with a sharp movement, and dizziness hits me like a wave. Instinctively, my claws extend, digging into something soft. It's only when the metallic smell of blood reaches my nose that I realise what I've done: I've pierced the skin of his arm.
Oh, stars in the sky!
My heart races, and I quickly retract my claws, holding my breath as I wait for retaliation, for the inevitable roar of his fury.
But nothing happens.
No sound of pain escapes his lips, no sudden gesture, no word of reproach. He just continues, steady and unshakeable, holding me against the solid warmth of his chest, as if what I did hadn't caused him the slightest discomfort.
Until his golden eyes meet mine, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"For a small, cute little thing, you're quite skittish, aren't you?" he murmurs. "You're safe now, kitten. There's no need to be afraid."
Of course I'm afraid!
He still hasn't realised I'm human, I need to escape before he finds out. He'll be furious if he knows I deceived him, even if I didn't mean to.
My body gradually adjusts to the swaying as he walks out of the clinic. His steps are heavy, rhythmic, echoing in the silence of the nearly empty car park. He takes me to the car and opens the back door.
Wait, let me go!I want to scream, I want to beg him to listen to me, but all that escapes my throat are meows.
Frustration eats away at me as my mind spins out of control, searching for a way out, anything. My body, however, betrays me. I am limp, every muscle useless and inert, as if it has given up on me.
