Eros emitted so much charisma and masculinity that it made someone inexperienced like me become easily mesmerized by him.

Too close!

He is too d.a.m.n close to my face!

"I what?" Eros grinned down at me.

Even sitting, he was still over a head taller than me.

I pursed my lips and didn't reply.

"Now that we are both full, let's get to bed." He pulled me up to a standing position yet my limbs felt like jelly, making me incapable of completely standing straight.

What?

The way he phrased his words made it sound as if we were going to go to bed...together.

Which we are not and will not.

Not if I can help it.

"I-I can go myself," I stuttered.

I tried to remove myself from his arms but he easily pulled me back against him.

As if he can tell that I was going to try to run again, Eros suddenly bent down, looped his arm underneath my legs, and lifted me off of the ground.

My stomach churned and I prayed that I didn't throw up again.

"I will take you," he stated before walking out of the room and taking a right instead of the left from where I had come from.

I found myself gobsmacked in the face by reality.

"You're going in the wrong direction!" I cried, crumpling his s.h.i.+rt in my hands and tugging sharply.

But I knew that he wasn't going to turn back with my mediocre attempts.

"We will be returning to my room," he informed, steadily walking as if didn't weigh anything to him.

"I thought your room was being remodeled, shouldn't you wait until it's finished?" I sharply questioned, kicking my legs and flailing my arms.

I attempted to crawl my way off but he had a very tight grip on me.

"It has already been finished 30 minutes ago," he replied matter-of-factly.

As if noting my incredulous expression, he continued by saying, "We are werewolves. We are much quicker and more efficient than the average human."

"You will cease your useless struggling and childish behavior, Emira," he glanced down at me with a slightly annoyed expression on his handsome face.

I gave him a glare of my own in return.

It was obvious that none of my childish attempts made a difference because he continued his steady pace.

He treads up a set of stairs with me in his arms and I seemingly wilted against him in defeat.

Before I knew it, Eros opened a set of expensive oak doors to a room, that I could only a.s.sume was his, and closed it with a m.u.f.fled click.

When I saw the room, I finally understood what that lady meant when she said that Alpha Eros' room was being remodeled.

There are no windows in the room.

None!

I a.s.sume that they were afraid I was going to climb out of the window and run so they resolved the problem by removing them.

But did Eros seriously think that taking away all the windows would stop my runaway attempts?

Because if he did, shame on him.

I glanced up at Eros' chin in contemplation, not even realizing when he set me down onto the large king-sized bed in the center of the room until it was too late.

Panicking slightly, I made a move to stand, thinking that he was going to push me onto my back, but he didn't.

There was a sly expression imprinted on his face when he glanced down at me as if he knew my thoughts.

He's probably ridiculing the fact that I even a.s.sumed that he was going to do that.

My cheeks heated in mild embarra.s.sment after thinking about how much of a mess my face is to make anyone interested that way.

What sane man in their right mind would even think to jump me?

"You can wash up first, Emira," he said.

Eros turned away towards the closet on the right-hand side, completely overlooking me.

Like a moth to the flame, my eyes were glued onto his tall form.

I watched as he unb.u.t.toned the dirty white dress s.h.i.+rt with rather slow practiced movements.