THE KING WAREWOLF'S

part 14's

"did you dance with me?"

glug

one question that makes his entire body weight feel heavy and he really wants to sit down weak now.

"eng. sorry ta-"

"rejecting means it's an insult Miss" the man said with a slight emphasis.

"hm, I don't mean I can't dance" Fatel tried to keep his voice from shaking.

"calm down, I'll teach you" the man put the wine glass on the table and held out his hand there was Fatel.

'how's this? what am I supposed to do?' Fatel stared doubtfully at those hands and faces.

"hahaha, why do you want to dance with a 'servant' prince Arry?" the voice of a woman makes a man named Arry growl.

"it's none of your business Lady Gisele, after all this servant is prettier and more polite than you" Arry's piercing remark made Gisele turn her face sour.

Fatel slightly met as the handsome prince in front of her called herself prettier than the Lady.

"are you?" arry's soft voice jolted Fatel's mind, with Fatel forced to nod and put his right hand on Arry's palm.

IN Another Place.....

Dylan was sitting on the 2nd floor sofa facing directly onto the dance floor.

the pair began to dance to the music.Dylan inhaled a deep breath, but something seemed to burst into his sense of smell.

the smell of Vanilla.

Dylan opened his eyes, although now various smells were mixed from various races, but the scent of Vanilla seemed to fill his chest cavity.

Dylan knew who the owner of this scent was, his captive girl.

'is he here? but how is it possible.' Dylan's thoughts raged about the girl.

'Leo can you trace the whereabouts of this girl?'

"i'll try Dyl" said Leo,

"he was here, rather on the dance floor" After Leo finished talking, Dylan immediately went down to the dance floor.

but his steps stopped.how he got there, he had to find someone to dance with.

Dylan turned his head left and right, his bead fixed on a girl near the drink table. Without a second thought, Dylan pulled the girl.

"would you ask me to dance Alpha?" ask Clara

Dylan did not reply, reluctantly putting his hand on the girl's waist, another case with Clara who happily wrapped her hand on Dylan's neck but on the rough edge by Dylan.

NORMAL POV

Dylan wobbled in search of Fatel's whereabouts occasionally staring at Clara with a murderous look as the girl groped his neck.

while on the other hand, Fatel stiffened, his left hand was shaken on Arry's shoulder and his right hand in the man's grasp, his left hand was shaken, sometimes he squirms amusedly when Arry's right hand moves around his waist.

Dylan growled stifled how could the girl get out of her room.

'Leo, where is he now?'

'he's on your right, Dylan,'

Dylan turned his head to his right and frowned.

'*I didn't see it, is it because the lighting is lacking ?'

'you should shift Dyl* a little bit*'

"can we shift a little to the right of Lady" Dylan said.

"of course" they dance while slightly shifting. Dylan sniffed at the end of the increasingly stinging smell of Vanilla that was canning.

Arry pressed a bit of Fatel's waist for the girl to get closer towards him, he closed his eyes inhaling the scent of Vanilla this girl.

"what's your name?" Arry whispered a little, but was still heard by Fatel.

"fr...Fatel Waynn, you can call me Fatel only" Fatel said.

fatel's soft voice greeted Arry's hearing, leaving Arry stunned.

"you're so pretty, are you a waiter here?" the question Fatel had so avoided finally sounded.

Fatel was nervous, how should he answer?

not yet had time to answer, people who were dancing had to take off their respective partners and exchange them.

Fatel turned around and was grateful to be able to avoid Arry's question, but it seemed like his guess was wrong.

a burly hand coiled around her slender waist and pressed for Fatel to get closer to her.

"last I found you" the cold low voice made Fatel gasp, he knew who it was, Dylan Blake.

Fatel swallowed his saliva with great difficulty.

he did not dare to speak, afraid that Dylan would find out about his disguise. Fatel turned his face.

"why shut up? I know it's you, my prisoner" Dylan drew closer to Fatel, his goal being the recess of the girl's neck. inhaling the scent of Vanilla greedily, occasionally exhaling there.

Fatel was amused when Dylan's breath hit the skin of his neck.

if only he had not accepted the handsome prince's dance offer, he would not have ended up here.

dylan's face did not move from the girl's neck, slowly but surely Dylan pulled Fatel away from the dance floor and took her to one of the quiet places.

Dylan pushed Fatel's body against the wall slowly and supported Fatel with both of his hands.

"get aside, what are you doing, why did you bring me here?" Fatel was infuriated by Dylan's behavior.

the man smiled slantedly.

"who's that stupid waitress you've been fooling around with?" Dylan smiled mockingly.

"it's none of your business" circus Fatel

"who says it's none of my business, you're my prisoner, so you're my business" Dylan brought Fatel's neck closer to his face.

"a-what's yan-g k-you la-kukan?"Fatel gasped as Dylan inhaled and slightly kissed his neck.

As Dylan let his guard down Fatel pushed Dylan's burly body, making Dylan stagger slightly.

"you've dared to dare her run away from my mansion" and have dared to dance with another man besides me "then you should get punished" Dylan grinned.

Fatel who saw that immediately ran from before Dylan, but Dylan's hand restrained his shoulder.

"but if you go back to my mansion now and have no intention of escaping, I will not punish you" said Dylan made Fatel stunned, actually in his mind he was intent on running away, he actually intended to escape, but this man seemed to be reading his mind.

Fatel passed from before Dylan and towards his mansion, in the middle of the road the guards stopped his running and escorted him into Luna's room.

"it looks like you already know yes" Fatel spoke casually to the two guards.

without answering, Fatel was locked back in the room, he looked around, empty.

"where is the girl?" Fatel laid down his body and fell asleep.

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