Sloan
As I watched the door close behind the human, I had to turn away so I don't do something crazy— like go after him and pull him back, then pin him against that door and do some wicked things to his tight body.
Which was a very unusual urge, because I was used to feeling nothing most of the time.
He said his name was lilac.
It fitted him, because it was the same color as his pretty eyes— eyes which hold so many emotions in them. It was a perfect mirror of whatever he was feeling.
Never in my human form have I felt a jolt of this clawing feeling to sink my teeth into something like I was feeling right now. It was the exact biting feeling I began experiencing the moment I laid eyes on him after opening the door.
My eyes darted to the bedsheet which I ordered him to rub his scent against, simply because his scent was something I never want to part with ever again. This particular scent is unlike anything I've ever smelt before. He smelt of flowers, of vanilla, of citrus. It was maddening, and right now, it filled up my entire room and was dripping off my sheets in waves.
I sat down in the bed and picked up the sheets, then I buried my face into it. A growl ripped past my throat as his scent swam through my lungs at once and instantly filled up my brain.
Fuck.
He smelt so heavenly, it's unlike anything I've smelt before. For someone who hates everyone's scents because it irritates me and makes me nauseous, this is beyond shocking to me, especially because after the first time I smelt this scent, I thought I'd never get to smell it again.
The first time I smelt this scent was the last time I was in my beast form, about four days ago. I remembered the scent even after I shifted back to my human form, and I remembered a little about the person who emitted that scent that night— he had been beaten, battered and thoroughly broken that night.
I didn't even know how I was able to remember that particular night, because since I began to shift into my beast form every month— thanks to the curse I was born with, I never seem to remember anything that happened during the three days I'd remain stuck in that form. Whenever I was in my beast form, I become mindless and out of control, with only bloodlust and the urge to kill left— which was why since I was young, I always got locked up in that large confinement throughout the three days I'd spend in my beast form every month, for the sake of everyone else, so I wouldn't harm them.
Most times, prisoners get thrown in the confinement holding my beast captive, by my father or grandfather— for me to tear them apart. I don't ever remember it happening except I'm told, or after I shift back after the three days passes and see remains scattered everywhere in the confinement. I always wish people wouldn't get thrown into my confinement as punishment, because in my beast form, I know I'd be in no state to control my beast to not attack and kill them mercilessly— like a monster.
I've told my father and grandfather to stop throwing people into that confinement, but they never listen. Which was why I was certain one of them had to be the person who threw that boy into my confinement.
I didn't know how and why, but I didn't end up killing that boy despite me being in my beast form when he was casted in there to my mindless beast's fate.
I could vividly remember that moment. For the first time ever, it felt like I had control over my beast, and for the first time, I felt immense calmness as that citrus scent completely engulfed me which was emitting from the naked, battered and freezing boy. I didn't know why, but I ended up not killing him.
After I shifted back, the boy was still in the same position, frozen on the ground, hair completely obscuring his face. I had thought I had ended up unknowingly killing him in my beast form and had been beyond disgusted and furious with myself as I got back in my room, while mourning the fact that I'd never get to smell that scent again.
It had shocked me greatly when I realized this was the boy from back in my confinement that I thought I had unknowingly killed, and had been beating myself over. I didn't instantly recognize him because I didn't see his face that night due to his long face hiding it, but there was no mistaking that scent.
Now, one question remains.
Did he remember me? Does he know I was that beast whom he feared was gonna kill him that night?
Who even threw him in there that night? What could he have done to deserve that?
I'd have to find out, because now… I need to know everything about him. And I need to see him again, as soon as possible.
I breathed in his scent again and groaned deeply, feeling almost drunk on his scent as I dropped the sheet by my pillow. When I sleep tonight, I'd breathe his scent in throughout, while imagining his beautiful face, and those large, lilac eyes blinking up at me.
I got up from my bed and raked my fingers through my hair, feeling restless as I headed into my bathroom to shower. The boy had done a terrible job at cleaning my room, and my lips twitched in amusement. I couldn't even bring myself to feel irritated, not when all I was more concerned about was why he was making me feel some foreign feelings that I've never felt before today.
Like the urge to sink my fangs into a throat.
I've never gotten that urge before. Enigmas are wolves that feed on blood every now and then. But I've never fed on blood when in my human form, because I could never breathe in another person's scent without feeling nauseous, and you need to like a person's scent before you can feed on their blood.
However today, that urge to wrap my fingers around his pretty throat and sink my fangs into the flushed skin there had been so prominent, it still gripped my chest right now.
What does that mean? Why was all of this happening all of a sudden? And from a human of all species…?
I let out a ragged breath as I got into the shower and let the cold water beat down on me.
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My entire room still reeks of that little human when I exited the bathroom, and I breathed in the scent deeply as I got dressed to meet up with my father.
I didn't like him. I didn't like anyone to be fair, but I despised him the most in my entire life, simply because he's the reason I'm cursed, because I was literally birthed this way— but my father blamed me for being born an abnormality, like it was my fault.
I was aware the entire kingdom saw me as an abomination, a freak and a monster. I wouldn't say it bothered me at this point, not when I've lived my entire life like this.
I dressed up and briefly stared at my reflection for a moment. I looked fairly normal till I undressed, then it's a different story entirely. I didn't just have an unusual back, I wasn't normal waist down either, but that was a conversation for another day.
I turned away and made my way out of my room, feeling reluctant to leave because of the human's scent still lingering strongly.
As I closed my room door behind me, I exhaled sharply and prepared myself for the chaos that was sure to erupt once in the presence of my father as I dropped the cape of my hoodie over my head.