CHAPTER FIVE

“OH MY GOSH! He came”…

Euphorically, Sierra ran towards Ezekiel’s room.

“Who came?” Maxwell asked from the room, obviously confused.

“Come, I'll tell you”, Sierra said.

Maxwell followed, as Sierra barged into Ezekiel’s room.

“Uhm maybe knock?” Ezekiel said with an irritated look on his face. “Sorry, her expression changed subtly—I was just really excited”, Sierra said.

“Anyway! She lightens up immediately. He found me. It’s strange right? I was literally doing my thing only to be called out, a guest was asking specifically for me. I went out, lo and behold it was Bran!!! I could barely contain my joy. I almost jumped on him. He hug…”

“Hold up a min! Who’s Bran?” A rather left out Maxwell asked. “Well, he’s someone I met at the festive party. We had dinner and talked a lot—

I asked him to find if he ever came to Pasteria, and today he did”.

Sierra replied, clapping and slightly jumping.

“Yeah?” Maxwell replied.

“Yes and he was amazing. He smelled like jelly and sandalwood. He’s perfect, I must say. And no no it’s not because I fancy him, he’s really perfect”. Sierra goes on to explain.

“So reasonable then”, Ezekiel interrupted, smiling softly. “I’m excited for you.

So you're gonna bring him to meet us sometime?” Maxwell asked, teasing Sierra.

“Definitely! But maybe after we go on a proper date and I get to know him better; till then, both of you stay out of my business”. Sierra said laughing and immediately ran before either of her brothers could reply.

Left with Maxwell, Ezekiel said— “she’s so hyper, this house would be lifeless without her charm”. I couldn’t agree more, Maxwell said.

Maxwell was the overprotective sibling among them. He mostly kept to himself, but he was jovial, although not as much as Sierra.

Very disciplined and barely engaged in social interactions. He loved his siblings so much, anyone who overstepped saw the wrong side of him.

He had somewhat of a temper worse than the other, but they didn’t love him any less.

Their bond was against all odds, and never have they broken it; not for any reason.

To him, no man is good enough for his sister; but seeing how happy Sierra was, he decided to give Bran the benefit of doubt.

That night, Sierra didn’t wash the spot on her face Bran held. She could still smell his scent on her cloth and the thought of how he pulled her in for a hug, his smile, his eyes as they gazed at her intentionally and most importantly the kiss on her forehead, sent chills through her body.

It was surreal.

Sierra had dated in the past, but never been intimate with any and none with the aura Bran expelled.

I think I’ve fallen for him… she thought to herself, again smiling and turned over to the other side of her bed.

Her mind continued replaying the moments of the day, till she fell asleep—

Bran held himself from going back to Sierra after he walked off. He didn’t want to leave her.

All he wanted to do was be with her, hold her in his arms; while they moved to the rhythm of his subtle hum.

Bran was restless, he could get Sierra off his mind. She captivated his very essence. He was hot all over just thinking about her.

She looked even more beautiful than the first time they met; although she appeared tired. It didn’t matter at all and for the first time when she walked to meet him, he noticed how well built her body was.

Everything aligned perfectly. It was like nature’s gift to him—at that moment, he felt rather lucky.

At that very moment, Bran decided to make her, his.

I think God created him on the 8th day; is what some might say, when asked to describe Bran.

He’s beautiful! Perfect! A great leader! Cute! Amongst other things.

The way his hair curled on his head was mesmerizing and when the sun shone on it, It glimmered.

His skin was moderately covered in hair; unlike other guys, his was well taken care of and soft to the touch.

His palms were big and warm. The way they covered Sierra's was so masculine; more like protective.

Bran was perfect in every sense of the word. Too perfect, the Creator decided to make him a werewolf to tame him, to show him who’s in charge.

Although perfect, Bran wasn’t out there a lot, quite impatient, but a strong leader of the pack.

It’s no surprise why Sierra walked up to him that day…he was tempting.