Chapter 6

6

MATEO'S POV

I took the small pocket knife that had been resting on my black suitcase and stuffed it into the front pocket of my jean jacket.Putting out my cigarette, I stood up to leave.

The information I needed about Mr. Anderson has been sent, including his photograph and his room number.

Just as I was about to turn the doorknob, the door opened by itself.

Quickly going over to my suitcase, I take out an M9 pistol and crook it, waiting to blast the head off any unwanted guest.

I immediately feel jolted by electricity within me. Like the way I felt earlier when the masked girl entered, She is panting heavily, like someone who has been chased by kidnappers.

"Mate!" As I pinned her body to the wall, I couldn't help but think.Ever since I left my pack, I have been searching endlessly for her, and here she is, in the most unexpected environment.

I could see the fear and shock in her enticing, constellation-blue eyes as she gazed at me.

"I'm sorry for entering your room without permission...." Her heart-shaped mouth trembles as she apologizes nervously.

She has a sculpted figure that is twine-thin. Her waist was tapered, and she had a glossy complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth gleamed as she blew gently on her carmine-red fingernails. It is a pleasure to see her flowing, moonshadow-black hair. Her enticing, constellation-blue eyes gaze at me over her puffy, heart-shaped lips. Her lips tasted sweet like strawberries when I kissed them. She had a bouncy personality and a sweet voice, which I adored.

I notice she isn't ready, but yet I have to mark her. I can't stand a chance of losing a friend I have met after 11 years of fruitless 

I bite her neck softly, making sure she feels no pain. It's my first time being considerate of someone since my parents were kidnapped and I moved to the human city to find them.

I recall the terror in James' eyes 15 years ago—the pack hunter.When he hurriedly entered the pack house, he lay flat on the cold floor, bawling helplessly.

"The Alpha and the Luna have been abducted by unknown humans. I saw them clearly. "They took away our pack leader," he bawled in front of the pack elders.

I can remember vividly the sharp pain I felt across my heart. I was turning eighteen the next day, which happened to be a full moon night.The day my wolf would finally surface

I felt so happy waiting for that day. Dad had promised to also crown me the official heir on that day. It was a day I nervously hoped would come. A day I waited for and dreamt of...

"What did you just say?" I stuttered, breathing heavily. I felt my heart would stop beating because I knew so much about the pack's traditions.

My parents had gone to get the precious stone from a forest near the human city. The stone must be present during the full moon festival.

Hearing that they had been kidnapped not only dashed my happiness because I wouldn't see my parents for a long time, if ever, but it also sapped my hope and enthusiasm for meeting my wolf.

I rolled myself to the ground, crying painfully like a baby. I couldn't hold myself back. Tears wouldn't stop flowing down my cheeks even after I had been consoled by the pack's elders. I tried to stop it at least, but it wouldn't.

That was when I started to feel empty and hopeless. I felt empty inside because there was no one to call family again. My parents only had one child, me.

I finally got hold of myself to behold the pack members all staring at me like they had found a new hope.

.....

Laying her slowly on the bed, I cover her with a duvet from her leg up to her neck. I want to stay with her, by her side, until she wakes up, and I will passionately cuddle her. I will explain to her that she is my mate from the moon goddess.

But that seems impossible. My phone has been buzzing for a while, and I am certain the call is about my task.

"Don't leave. If you wake up and can't find me, read the letters I'll leave for you." I beconed on her before moving over to the cushion to watch her sleep.

Once that was done, I locked the door behind me, put the keys in the leather jacket, and moved toward room 201, which was at the end of the hallway.

When I got to the room, I kicked the door twice, and it flung open.The site I beheld was rather disgusting, but it helped to confirm that I actually entered a womanizer's room.

When the girls saw the masked Me, they dashed out of the room.Mr. Anderson lay helplessly on his bed, shaking vigorously.

I can hear his accelerated heartbeats. Because he is only wearing a short boxer, the goosebumps are obvious.

"Let's make it easy, Mr. Anderson... "Breathe in... relax," I advised.I love to see my victims in a pitiful state. I watch as he throws his mouth and eyes wide open and wraps his arms around himself.

"Who are you...?" Please spare my life. "I... I can pay you any amount you want, please forgive whatever I did," he stuttered, sweat dripping down his brow.

"I am your doom!" I usually love my deep, throaty voice whenever I say this line. It's more like a farewell to my victims.

I need not waste more time; the girls might act out and call the police.

Yes, I looked him in the eyes as if his death would give me hope!It really will.

I want to make his death painless, so I grabbed his neck slowly with my left hand and placed my right hand on my lips, signaling to him to keep quiet and not to scream. He nodded repeatedly, thinking maybe I would spare him since he was an obedient one. I see sadness, fear, and tears in his gray eyes. Things I love to see

I take the pocket knife from my pocket and slit his jugular. I watch as he bleeds out, goes unconscious, and within minutes he drops dead. I confirm it by checking his pause. It isn't beating anymore!