MICHAEL

I should have known that she will be here. Misha sat in a booth with her friends drinking beer. Sebastian had his arm around her shoulder and all I wanted to do was rip it off from her. It hasn't been two hours and she was with me and now she had completely forgotten what I taught her in the bedroom.

A pack member working behind the bar handed me a strong tonic beer. I got here just right after she did. She hasn't noticed me yet. I watched her down several bottles already. The way she was giggling and swaying in Sebastian's arm told me she was buzzing. The bar's alcohol was especially made for werewolves. The amount of alcohol contents in each bottle doubles human liquor.

A few hours ago, I had her falling apart in my arms. She was so damn beautiful. Those heavy lid looks are only for me to see. I vowed that no one will ever get to see them. Giving her pleasure was so fvcking hot. I never lose control but around her, I was always losing control. I'm slipping. I know. I let her name slipped past me several times. Thankfully, she was too consumed in my fingers she didn't hear a single word I was saying.

I allowed her to have her time with her friends but sat here like a brooding old man. Suddenly, her back stiffened. Her eyes scanned the room until it landed on me. Her friends stopped talking and they all turned my way.

This was awkward.

I looked away.

I saw her leaned over and say something to her friends before walking towards me. She leaned onto the counter, cocked her hips out and gave me a head to toe look over.

"So you resulted in stalking me now, huh?" She asked. "Is this normal for bosses to stalk their personal attendants?"

I rolled my eyes, "Stop."

The corner of my lips lifted and I was momentarily mesmerized, even when she was buzzing she looked beautiful. Especially tonight. My eyes looked her up from head to toe. She was dressed in a skin-tight dress that hugged her figure too nicely. Her flaming red hair in soft curls down her body.

"What are you wearing?" I growled, standing up I grabbed my leather jacket and forced her into wearing it.

"Not very smart, are you?" She teased. "For your manly information, it is a dress."

"It looks like you put on a tube top!" I snapped angrily.

She giggled, "You are too silly."

"Come on. We are leaving."

"What! No!" She pulled her hands out of my grasp. I turned to glare at her.

"You aren't wearing this in front of everybody!" I angrily said in an undertone.

"It's my body." She retorted, crossing her arms under her beautiful breasts and cocking her hips.

The creamy globes of hers enhancing with that simple movement. I groaned feeling myself come extremely turned on. She doesn't even know what she does to me. It takes everything in me to not throw her over this counter and have my way with her.

"You're right." I said.

Her eyes widened in surprise, "Well, I didn't expect for you to agree with me so quickly."

"You're right. It's your body. The dress is yours but I will be damn if I allow you to wear it in front of anybody else." I growled at the end and swooped down to sling her over my shoulders. She squealed in surprise. My hand came up to cover her ass. No one needed to see it. Gasps went around the bar. Everyone quieted down but the music still played.

I marched out of the bar and carried her to my car. I opened the back seat and put her inside. Slamming the door close, I walked to my side of the door. She tried opening the door but to my joy it was child locked.

"Let me out." She demanded.

"Soon." I replied.

I turned the ignition on and we drove off. She huffed and got between the seats.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted.

"I'm getting in the passenger seat."

"I'm fvcking driving, Laurel. It's a fvcking moving vehicle." I growled, focusing my gaze on the road steadily while keeping an eye on her while she moved to sit next to me.

"It's fine. See?" She let out an exhausted sigh and buckled herself in.

I gritted my teeth, "You are unbelievable."

She smiled sweetly at me and I couldn't get angry with her. I shook my head and kept my eyes on the road. We took a different path than what we should did to get home. She noticed right away and looked at me.

"Where are we going?"

"To take you to my lair." I replied.

She scoffed, "Yeah, well been there done that."

I smirked, "You haven't done anything, sweet cheeks."

A blush formed on her cheek. The sun had settled and now the moon was out. The last day of the Harvest Moon Festival. It was the last day to bless and honor the Moon Goddess for the healthy harvest and bountiful food we received this year. The Moon was high and bright in the sky. There was one place that I liked to go around this time.

We passed some thick masses of trees as we drove deeper into the woods. When I finally reached where I wanted to show her, I turned off the ignition. She unbuckled her belt and followed me out of the car.

I waited for her at the head of the car. She walked over, wrapping my jacket over her body. She was tall and skinny and my jacket was huge. It covered every necessary part of her body.

"Where are we?" She questioned.

"C'mon." I offered my hand and she slipped hers into it. I led her down a dark path and up a slightly elevated ground until we emerged at a clear opening. It was a cliff side. She inhaled sharply when she saw how bright the moon was from this stand point.

"Oh..." She whispered. "How breath taking beautiful she is."

I smiled and looked at her, "Very beautiful."

She turned to me with a magnificent smile, her eyes shining brightly even at night.

"Thank you for bringing me here." She said.

Goddess, could she be any more stunning. There was something about Misha—ever since I laid eyes on her—ever since I held her in my arms that night. I could have let her go. I don't associate with women but with her I couldn't stay away.

A strong part of me wanted to tell her everything but how can I? Will she believe me? Will she be mad at me if I did? I know she will be mad at me if I didn't. Goddess, it was getting harder to lie to her face each time. The name Laurel feels like bile down my throat. When I look in her eyes and see the amount of trust she had in me. I felt like a bad man.

"Laurel, you have been here a long time. You still haven't got any memories of your past?" I asked.

Her smile slipped a little. She sighed and looked back out at the sky. "I don't know."

I arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

She hesitated to answer but then she turned to look at me, "When I saw those herbs...I knew all the names to them. It was like my memory knew them by heart but the dots are not connecting. I can't connect on how I knew it. I mean, it should mean something, right? It is a good thing I remember, right?" She asked me.

Damn...

"What do you feel deep inside of you? Listen. Listen very carefully." I heard myself say. I know that I am digging my own grave but my chest twisted painfully upon hearing her confusion.

She closed her eyes and inhaled. I watched her. For the longest time I watched her listen to her heart—to her soul, the very spirit inside of her.

Her eyes fluttered open and she turned to face me.

"I know I am different." She said.

"Did you feel it?"

She scrunched her nose, "You mean like a calling?"

I waited for her to continue.

"I felt something inside of me. It is like a soft brush and whisper. Almost like someone is telling me what to do. A voice calling out to me but it sounded so distant. So weak. So hurt." She mumbled, shaking her head.

Her wolf.

The only thing I can think of was that her wolf must somehow gotten really weak—too weak to heal her. Too weak to make her remember. Too weak to make her aware that she was a werewolf too.

It all made sense. Her injuries must have been really bad or constant. Whoever it was that was after her, must have done a lot of torturing. Misha's wolf was severely weakened but I could still sense her power aura. If I really tried, I can feel it. Some people brush healers power off so easily because they aren't many but Misha's was still there.

She shivered and pulled the jacket tighter around her. I moved closer and wrapped my arms around her. She turned and wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her face in my chest. It was an intimate position, I should push her away but like always I couldn't.

"Do you want to remember?" I asked her.

For a while she didn't answer. I didn't think she will until she spoke up.

"I think I am okay it doesn't come. I am okay if it does too. I am willing to accept who I am." She answered honestly.

My arms tightened around her and I kissed the top of her head, "Promise me that whatever happens you won't leave."