Her brain was still trying to register what she saw. She had heard part of the conversation clearly. Ashley was one person but who was the other.
She was sure that there was some sort of scheme going on. She contemplated if she should confront Ashley about it. The details which she got from their conversation was still quite vague.
"How could Ashley want to make me miserable"
Something was not right.
She wished she had caught a glimpse of who the second person was. If she had seen the person, probably she would have been able to put the pieces together.
The baby's room seemed to be in a better state than before. Her eyes scanned the room for any faults. Satisfied, she walked out of the room and headed outside. As the pack's servant, she would be living in the pack house. The night's curtain was almost drawn as the sun began setting.
She sighed and retired to her room, the bed was a little bit damp from the bucket of water that the so-called duty supervisor lady had emptied on her.
Luckily for her, she was able to get a good evening's rest. No one had come to ask for anything. Her moment of peace was short lived and interrupted by a knock on the door. She sighed, unwilling to get up from the bed. The knocking intensified and she rushed to see who wanted to break her door.
Opening the door, her first instincts were to shout at the person who was knocking like an animal. "Why are y…"
She stopped halfway and stared at the figure standing in front of her. His clothes were wet and his shirt clung tightly to his body, revealing his well toned abs. She openly gawked at his features, recollecting herself when she saw him looking at her with a sly smile.
"You like what you see?" He asked, with a sexy grin spread over his face.
"I beg your pardon." She replied, shrugging her shoulders.
He moved past her into the room, slightly brushing his body against hers.
"Huh, what's this?" He asked as he lifted up a locket on the desk and opened it.
She quickly snatched it from his hand, putting it in her pocket.
"What exactly do you want?" "Why are you here?" She screamed at him.
The locket was a dear possession of hers. It contained a picture of her and Kael when they were still love birds.
"Calm down, I just came to get something from you" he smirked, walking closer to her and closing the distance between them.
Fiona moved backwards, her back almost resting completely on the wall. She could feel his hot breath on her face.
What was he doing? Did he come here trying to seduce her or something?
She already made an inclination in her mind, that if he dared to move closer or touch her, she would scream.
He touched her face and immediately she felt his hand on her skin, her knuckles moved with force.
She landed a heavy knock on his head.
He moved backwards, holding his hurting head in his hands.
"What did you do that for?" "I only came to get dry clothes from you. I'm wet"
Her hands met her mouth, covering it as she muttered a dry sorry. Afterall, he too was to blame. Coming into someone's room and acting that way. He had given me the wrong impression.
"No one has ever delivered this kind of knock on me, Are your hands made of iron?" He asked, rubbing his hurting area as he kept gritting in pain.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you like that" she apologized, removing his hand from his head. She rummaged through his head and found the spot where she had hit him. It was a bit reddened.
"I'm sorry" she apologized once more.
"It's okay, you could make it up to me" he smiled looking at her.
Her heart couldn't help but flutter when she caught a glimpse of his perfect dentitions.
"Okay?"
"You can give me a kiss," he said with a cocky smirk at the corner of his lips.
"What!" she exclaimed, folding her hands.
"Your lips are so juicy, tell me you don't want to have a taste of me."
"I don't," she responded.
Who was this guy? And why was he being so blunt? He's such a pervert.
She was quite sure that she hadn't seen him around the pack. If he knew her history of being in jail, she was sure that he would have avoided her like the rest of the pack members.
"Since you won't do that, come give me a head massage" he said, causing her to raise an eyebrow.
Without waiting for her opinion, he took off his shirt revealing his bare chest. Her jaw slightly dropped as she ogled his chiseled structure.
"I want to touch him" she told herself, walking eagerly to his side, her hands feeling his skin before her brain could stop her. His skin felt tough, having a smooth touch that resonated with her hand. Reaching up to his shoulders, she pressed a little.
"My head" he said, causing her to stop abruptly.
"Huh"
"I said you should massage my head, not play with my body," he chuckled, raising his head to look at her.
Her cheek was red with embarrassment.
"Yes… your head" she stuttered, like a deer that had been caught in the headlights.
Running her hand upwards, she reached for the spot and worked her fingers there.
"Ouch" he kept gritting and sniveling throughout the massage, causing her to roll her eyes in annoyance. He was being such a baby, making all these noises because of a simple knock, she scoffed inwardly.
Her hands kept working on his head until she noticed something. She reached for his neck and placed her hand there. There was a mark evident on that spot. One could have expected her not to be so concerned about a mark, but it drew her attention for a reason. She paused and pulled down the cloth around her own neck. A mark was evident at the lower portion of her neck. She strained her head a bit backwards in order to study it carefully. It was shaped like some sort of map or symbol. Her eyes went over to his neck, staring at the peculiar mark. It was a replica of her's.
As if sensing her gaze, he turned and looked at her before smiling with a raised eyebrow.
"What was that?" He queried.
Fiona debated in her mind. She felt like asking him about the mark or even telling her that she had the same one on her neck. The most intriguing part was that it was on the exact same spot on her neck as his.
"Nothing" she lied, "I just stopped for a rest"
"Are you sure?" He asked, standing up from the chair.
"I sense something about you, a sort of attraction" he said in hushed tones, his eyes piercing deeply at her.
Fiona's eyes bulged out a bit. "He couldn't be sensing any mate bond or something, could he?"
She had heard of how mate marks sometimes appeared on the bodies of two destined mates.
"Could that be what those marks were?" she asked herself.
"But the mark had been evident on her skin, even before she met him"
"You're not a werewolf, are you?" He broke her thoughts, puzzling her with the strange question.
"I'm not a powerful werewolf like you. I'm just a pitiful omega who has to live and work for people like you. So why don't you just get out and stop rubbing it in my face" she bursted out fuming.
"I'm sorry" he apologized, "Didn't mean it that way, it's just that I sensed something about you, something different from a normal werewolf"
"What was that?"
"Let's forget about it. It's probably nothing" he said, putting on a shirt.
"See you some other day," he said, reaching out for the door.
He was about to leave and Fiona couldn't lie to herself. She kind of missed his company.
"The name's Felix" he said, as he turned the door knob. He paused and looked at her as if waiting for a reply.
"I'm Fiona,"