"I quit!"

Lyanna

The scent of honey and vanilla hits me so strongly this time, I think someone must be boiling a pot of honey and vanilla next to me.

The pair of strong arms now pull me towards something, and I– for some reason I don't even know, wrap my arms around his neck.

"Not only are you stubborn, but you're also trying to kill yourself," I hear his voice through the haze in my head.

I feel myself sinking onto something soft– wait huh?

Almost immediately, I snap my eyes open, instantly jerking up, "Are you trying to kill me?" I bark at him.

He rolls his eyes, "I literally saved your life," he sneers.

I shrug my shoulders, "Oh, are we no longer mates yet?"

He holds his head, probably trying to break the good news in a drastic way.

You never know, this werewolves are always so dramatic.

"Uhm, no," he finally looks up at me.

A sense of relief washes over me, cooling the last lingering burning sensation in my chest.

I am feeling.. relieved?

I blink my eyes confused, "But.. I.."

He shoves his hands into his pockets, "You can't reject me. You aren't going to anytime soon, darling," he turns on his heels, sauntering back to his chair.

My heart begins thumping loudly, "I just don't want to be with you, don't you get it?" I ask after him, the frustration I felt from earlier still building up in my chest.

"Neither do I, but it seems the moon goddess has other plans," he settles on his chair, going back to his laptop.

I stand up from the couch he put me on, fuming.

"Why exactly do you want us to be mates, when you clearly hate me so much?"

He shrugs, "You took a lot from me, I suppose," he keeps on typing furiously on his laptop.

"It's not my fault that your whatever moon goddess decided to be cruel to you! I didn't ask to be paired with you!" I snap at him, already fed up with his stupid excuses.

"Listen," I try sounding a little bit calm, "Since you don't want this either, rejecting me is the best way."

He pauses, it's as if he's considering my words.

He should. Whew!

"No. I want to keep you," he resumes his typing.

Keep me?

"By torturing me? I didn't even do anything to you!" Tears are pricking the back of my eyes at this moment.

It's been just a few days, yet I have already been through so much.

He doesn't reply me. He just keeps on doing whatever he is doing.

"You better accept this god-damned rejection alright? Just leave me the fuck alone!" I gasp, stamping my right foot.

"Miss Sanders, go back to work."

"You know what? I quit!" I blurt out.

This gets his attention as he stops what he's doing to look up at me.

"You just resumed, and now you want to quit?" He asks quietly.

I look away, trying to hide the tears that burn my eyes angrily. Okay, why are you crying, Lyanna?

"I just don't want to be here with you alright? I'm sick of you already. You're nothing more than a handsome face, you're just evil, chaos, and everything bad wrapped in one body!" I finally scream.

The shock in his grey eyes is evident now. Ha, he looks worse than the minute I tried rejecting him. His brows are furrowed together in what seems to look like confusion.

"Lyanna..." He stands up from his chair.

"No, don't say anything," I raise my hand, "I don't know why you're being so wicked to me, when in fact your goddess is the one to blame."

I take a step backwards, "Yes, I know I made a mistake entering into your territory, it was silly and foolish of me, but why pin your misfortunes on me?"

He opens his mouth to say something, but no way I'm letting him say anything.

"It's because you're miserable alright? You just can't go around blaming everyone for whatever bad happens to you!" I point a finger at him.

"You might want to watch your tone young lady," he growls.

"Yes. I'm going to watch it when I'm out of here. I'm done. It's better I rot in unemployment, than I suffer here with you," I turn on my heels, "Good luck living with yourself."

"Lyanna, stop."

I look over my shoulders, "Why?"

"You're blaming me for your silly mistakes? If you have acted the way you should right from the start, none of this would have happened."

Here we go again. Mr Oh so-righteous is averting the blame on me.

"Well, maybe because I'm just a child, I don't know what life entails, I don't know what it's path is for me, or probably I'm just too foolish," my shoulders droop.

"You're going nowhere, Miss Sanders, you're staying here with me," he pushes past his desk, coming towards me.

"You disgust me," my stomach churns, as I turn on my heels to move away from his office.

Just a few steps to the door, he catches my hand, pulling me backwards.

"Hey!"

"I said, you're not going anywhere," he snakes his hands around my waist, his grip tightening around them.

I gasp audibly as I hit his rock-hard chest. Jeez, just how much of a mountain is this man. He suddenly looks.. huge.

"You're staying here as my secretary. I'm not letting you rot in unemployment."

A bitter laughter escapes my lips, "I'd save you the trouble, I didn't come here with any qualifications, so it's better I leave quietly."

A hand grips my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes, "You talk too much darling," his voice drops to a husky whisper.

My heart skips a beat, thuds a little, and goes silent.

The way his hair is all tossled all over his face, his eyes, his lips.. the way they-

Oh no- it's happening again.

My knees go weak again as I look him in the eyes. They don't carry this harsh expression as they did a few minutes ago. They seem softer now, looking down at me with.. pity? Care?

"I hate you Lucien Reynolds. I hope you trip, and stub your toe many times over," I forcefully pull away from him.

I have to regain my composure, I can't keep looking so weak in front of him.

"Have a wonderful time replying all those unread emails by yourself," I raise my nose in the air, strutting out of his office with a newfound pride swelling in my chest.

Oh, talking back feels good.