The Law of Attraction

Isabelle swallowed the new gasp threatening to slip out of her lips. She didn't think that someone would be standing in front of her and breaking her fall.

"Are you alright, miss?" The coachman appeared from behind, looking concerned after hearing the commotion from the side of the carriage he was driving.

Just when the coachman was about to step down from where he was sitting behind the horses, he saw the figure standing in front of the carriage door and carrying the young miss he was ordered to fetch for his young lord.

Upon seeing that nothing enormous happened, he immediately stepped down and hurriedly went to the man's side. "Milord, you've arrived," said the coachman. His back was as straight as a steel rod as he faced the man.

"Is this her?" An extremely deep and masculine voice asked, making Isabelle's wolf shiver in delight.

The man glanced at the driver, still holding the young lady in his arms. The coachman lowered his head to avoid meeting the man's eyes and nodded, "Yes, milord.''

The man did not speak again. He looked down to the young woman in his arms and carefully observed her appearance.

It wasn't the same type of women this time, the man took note of it. The women the elders brought to him were all renowned for their beauty. This time, although the young woman was beautiful, but she didn't have the shock factor that most women that he married possessed.

However, that didn't mean that the young woman in his arms was without any charm. On the contrary, she seemed to possess something he couldn't point his finger to - something very cold and ancient.

Realizing that he had been holding the young woman for too long, Hawke finally let her go and stand on her own feet after steadying her to the ground.

He heard her softly say thank you, but he turned his back on her and went inside the manor without a word to her.

Seeing his broad shoulders and back slowly getting further, Isabelle finally let out a relieved sigh. That was too nerve wracking. She almost wanted to cling onto him because her wolf felt comfortable being around him.

Feeling embarrassed on behalf of her wolf, Isabelle carried her luggage when a servant stopped beside her.

"Please allow me to carry your luggage, " said the servant. Isabelle was about to refuse his offer, but he already took it from her with a lightning speed. "Please follow me."

Isabelle could only watch as the servant went ahead of her and walked straight into the castle's front entrance.

Once inside the castle, Isabelle froze in place as she looked at the high ceiling and walls that were painted white in colour, very unlike to how dark the walls outside were. There were paintings hanging on each side of the walls, but Isabelle didn't have the time to observe what was inside the frames and understand what they meant as the servant up front went to the second floor.

Isabelle walked apprehensively and looked everywhere around her in hopes she could put them into her memory when she needed to escape from this place.

She might have already given up to her fate, but that didn't mean she would willingly subject herself to any kind of abuse anymore. She wanted to at least live a free life without feeling like she was a nuisance.

Finally, the servant stopped in front of double doors that was carved into perfect twisting and curving patterns.

"Please enter the room." The servant didn't move from where stood, neither pushing the door for her to step inside the room, nor trying to move away from it.

Isabelle paused for a second and looked at her luggage that the servant was holding.

Feeling her gaze, the servant said to her, "I will send your luggage back to you tomorrow, milady." He then added, "Milord is waiting for you to enter. Please come inside the room."

Being reminded again by the servant, Isabelle didn't think it was the time for her to be scared now. She was already standing before the room where it kept her new husband away from her. What was there for her to hesitate any longer when she's going to die anyway?

Finally, Isabelle reached her hand out to push the door open. The wooden door slowly moved forward, the gaps between the two woods gradually widening and exposing what was kept inside the room.

Suddenly, Isabelle became aware of a very enticing scent drifting across the room to her nose. It was the delicious and fresh scent of mint and chocolate. It felt like she was entering a garden filled with flowers before jumping to a waterfall made from chocolate.

With his back turned to her, Isabelle nervously took a step inside the room when the man slowly turned turned around.

She immediately recognized who he was; he was the man who saved her and held her in his arms earlier.

Her savior turned out to be her husband.

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Author has something to say: Yay another update. Pray for me to continue this novel =3=