CEO's Runaway Mate and Her Cubs

Amanda's parents observed Samantha in silence, noticing every detail of her. Starting from those beautiful eyes to her long blonde locks and her fit figure. Their eyes swept over her manicured nails, and they couldn't help but scoff at her outfit - she came there riding a bike, for the Moon Goddess!

Also, they couldn't help but recognise her.

«Come in, dear,» said the woman. «It's late, and you should be tired.»

«Yes, we also have something to eat. We can have a cup of tea.»

«Mama, where is brother?» Amanda asked, butting in. He wasn't in the house, so... In his lodgings in the second circle?

«Oh, he...» her father sighed.

«I'd like to introduce myself,» Samantha sai

«Oh, we know,» the couple chuckled.

«You know?» she murmured, offended. How could her identity be so famous? She thought no one could recognise her at the first glance, and Rider, apparently, had been secretive about her.

«You're Renato's woman!»

«Oh, that...»

That seemed to be evident in Mayford. Everyone could recognise her as that damn man's lover! How could they do that? It was unfair that she couldn't say anything by herself, but those people... They could sniff anything.

«R... Renato,» she whispered, saying that name for the first time. She hadn't heard it before, but it felt so good on the tongue. As if she had used it forever.

And, somehow, it felt suitable for that rude man. Even if it was a sweet name.

Her blushing face didn't pass unnoticed, but the three wolves in the hallway pretended not to see.

Someone as extraordinary as to attract Renato's attention so much must have been special. They were surprised by that odd blushing, but it wasn't as confusing as the way she repeated that name as if it was new.

Oh, but lovers could act weird, especially during the first few months.

«Where is he?» she then asked, tilting her head.

That gesture made all three of the black wolves blink in awe. It was kind of cute. How could a grown woman act like a pup and stay charming?

Oh, but it was Renato's woman! She was special indeed.

«He's... He's at the residence,» the mother said.

She shook her head, rethinking about her son alone.

«He sent everyone away, but it's not good to be alone now. It's chilly out there, and he's wounded. But no one can get close. He's in a terrible mood...»

«Oh,» Samantha realised. «He's suffering because of the loss, right? I would bet he'd take it badly. I'll go check on him.»

«Yes, that's right. You should make sure he heals. I'm so worried, but he doesn't want to talk even with his mother, that stubborn brat.»

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«I will go,» Samantha said.

She walked out and felt finally relieved by the inquiring gazes of Rider's parents... Oh, his name was Renato. It was better to get used to it. It would be embarrassing to call him Rider by mistake in front of his parents or others from his pack.

Once out, she felt where she should go. Even though the structure of the Mayford base was quite easy to guess, she also felt something new. She could guess where to go as if knowing where her mate was.

Was that what made Ri... Renato appear at her door? Oh, it was so convenient. But she hadn't felt it before, so it was also confusing and difficult to follow.

She took a step at a time until she reached the residence surrounded by a large garden right in between the quarters. Yet, her attention wasn't on the large building. All she could see was the gate, and the man sitting with his back leaned on it.

Renato was there, his head bowed and his eyes covered by his hair. She couldn't see his expression nor check he was awake, but she could sense his mood from that far.

He was suffering both physically and emotionally. He felt betrayed, he felt disappointed, and those wounds still hurt even so long after the battle. He must have sat there in despair, but with time he couldn't get up anymore.

Samantha knew he was there because he couldn't move. Not just because he was angry or sad.

«Hey,» she said after walking in front of him.

He didn't react immediately. But, after a few seconds, he raised his head and saw her. He tried a crooked smile, but he failed. Smiling was suddenly so difficult, but that woman in front of him... She felt so familiar.

«Are you an angel?» he inquired.

Samantha closed her eyes for a moment. Really? Was that his way of greeting her? How bad were his wounds?

«Do I look like an angel to you?» she asked, crossing her arms.

Renato observed her better. Even though blonde, she did not look angelic, indeed. Her clothes were so tempting, the black trousers wrapping her legs so tightly, and the leather jacket making her look even more sensual than usual.

Tempting was the right word. Everything about her would tempt him to do things he didn't really need to do. Like cuddling in bed, cooking, and coming up with weird kinks just to see her surprised or excited face.

«You're not an angel,» he said.

He thought about chuckling but changed his mind. The wounds in his chest were still fresh, and he didn't want the angel to see him in that condition.

«You're my little devil,» he continued. Then, he smiled. He knew his smile couldn't look as wily as when he wasn't beaten to a pulp, but it wasn't a choice at that moment.

«Devil, huh?» she replied.

She crouched in front of him and reached out to his forehead.

«You're feverish... Let's get in; what do you think?»

«I don't want you to disappear. If getting in means you're leaving, I'll stay here and look at you.»

«Do you think I'm a hallucination, by any chance?»

«Aren't you? My little devil wouldn't come all the way here. She's mad at me.»

«And she's right about that!» Samantha complained.

«Oh, yes...» he admitted. She was right about being mad and hating him.