Chapter 3

For a good moment, I felt as if there was no other relevant thing in this world than the pair of silver eyes I was looking into. I blinked and momentarily looked away, but when I glanced back, the silver eyes remained looking at me.

Archer Sinclair.

I've never seen him before, but the gut feeling is almost punching me and telling me that it is, indeed, Archer. The heir to the Alpha throne is looking directly at me.

Samantha's description of him yesterday appeared on top of my head, and seeing him this close, I affirm that she was accurate.

It was getting too crowded when the rouge, who stopped in front of me, decided to try to break free from the sentinels holding him, which resulted in me being thrown to the ground.

"AHH! It's escaping!" somebody screamed.

I looked up, and then I saw him, Archer Sinclair, get off of his car, grab the rouge on its throat, and squeeze it moderately.

 

The rouge's body dropped to the floor and folded as if its energy and power were sucked out of it.

"ACK! ARGH!" 

"You cannot escape your fate," Archer says. "You are going to die in my arms soon."

Archer turned around as soon as he filled the whole place with terror.

My heart was thumping on my chest, and then it became more intense when Archer walked in my direction.

He stopped in front of me and reached out his big hands, which were full of veins, in front of me. It was the same hand that he used to choke the rouge earlier.

"Let me help you up," he said.

"No. I can get up myself, thank you," I said. I anchored my hand to the dirty ground and then pushed my body up with my strength.

Archer's hand stayed hanging in the air as I got up, and he just put it down when I was finally able to properly stand myself.

I placed my right hand on my chest, where my heart is, and also stepped my right foot backward.

"Stop!" Archer ordered me. "There is no need for a courtesy."

"I'm sorry," I unconsciously said out of habit.

"Sorry for what?" His low tone and cold voice sent chills down my spine.

"I don't know," I honestly answered. "Probably for wasting your honorable time to offer me help, which I did not take?"

I saw the corner of his lips curve up. "Trust me, it is my honor to waste my time on you."

My cheeks flushed.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm alright. Yes," I said. I don't know if I am convincing him or myself at this point.

His forehead crumpled, and for a moment, he just stared at me, but he looked like his mind and thoughts were completely snatched away from him.

"Excuse me?" I called him, and he blinked in response.

"You don't smell anything," he murmured, but because of the different types of noises that surrounded us, I failed to catch what he said properly.

"Sorry, what was it?"

"I don't smell your scent," he said much more clearly.

Right then, I couldn't speak or give a response. I fell silent. Not many werewolves could catch on that I am wolf-less and that I am just using a special potion that I rub on myself to give others the illusion that I have my own scent.

I guess he is really different from the rest. 

I nodded to whatever conclusion he had already drawn in his mind. "Yes. You're right."

"You're Leila Pierce," he said, and that shook me to the core.

I tilted my head towards him, as my eyes were now as big as the moon. "How did you know me?"

Archer shifted his weight. "You're a special case, Leila. Of course, I know you. You are the only one wolf-less in this kingdom."

I nodded at him. "You're right, and I know you too. You're also different like me."

Lord Archer's face hardened, but I immediately calmed down when I realized that he didn't seem mad or offended because a smirk came out of his lips.

"I am," he affirmed. "Would I be able to see you at the ball?"

I fell silent. My mind was debating whether I should tell him the truth or a lie that's much easier to tell.

I gulped. "You wouldn't."

He looked perplexed. "Why?"

He just stared at me, waiting for my answer, but I was not going to give it to him.

"Alright," he surrendered. "It's such a shame, though."

"There you are!" My mind went haywire when I heard the very familiar voice just behind me. "Why are you just standing here, Leila? We need you to carry our shopping bags!"

"Oh!" Vivian almost choked on her own saliva when she realized who was in front of us. "Lord Archer!"

She curtsied to him. We could see how she could barely control herself, but Archer didn't even spare my sister a single glance.

"I can't believe I am seeing you this close! I beg your pardon, oh gosh, uhm... I am Vivian Pierce! We look nothing alike, but this girl is my sister. It's funny, right?"

"Pleasure to meet you too, Miss Pierce."

"Really? Is it?" she aggressively asked.

I am so embarrassed. There is nothing more I wish for right now than pulling Vivian out of this place and in front of Archer.

"Lord Archer," somebody called. A sentinel came towards us. "We need to continue the walk. Your father is waiting at the palace."

Archer shot me one last glance.

"I will see you at the ball," he said before he turned and walked away.

"What the heck, Leila? Why were you talking to the Alpha heir?" she asked, which sounded more like a demand to my ears.

I shrugged my shoulders and ignored her as she fired multiple questions at me.

All I could think of right now were his sure words that he would see me at the ball.