Chapter 3 Escape from the Ball

Gina's POV

As the sunset, everything around me began to grow dark and my vision blurred as I walked down the garden path.

As a werewolf who can't turn into a wolf, I don't have all the attributes of a wolf except the identity of a werewolf, my vision doesn't become clear in the dark, and everything around me is as dark as an ordinary person would see.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness around me, I was able to see clearly by the moonlight.

The silvery-white-haired man in front of me, fascinated me, I stood up and looked at him, unable to take my eyes off, and if Shirley had seen this scene she would have exclaimed, "Oh! Oh my God! My dear sister could have her heart set on a man! She has found her MATE! "

But I think she will also be very happy, she knows that because of my reasons, I grew up to be very repulsive to other people in the pack, not to mention expressing their love for a strange man such a thing, which will simply make Shirley happy crazy.

He asked me, "Do you like these flowers very much?"

His voice is so attractive, low and sensual, his gaze sharp, the gaze a good werewolf should have.

I can already feel my blood rushing to my brain, my heart thumping and my cheeks very hot.

I think if, under other circumstances, such hot cheeks could have been judged as sick, and the doctors in the colony would have given me many white, yellow pills, even if my nose wasn't that sensitive, I would have found the pills unpleasant to smell.

"Hmm!" I nodded, my eyes still on his face, this handsome man, looking a bit serious, I thought he might be accompanying his sister, or sisters to the golden building for Luna's election!

He must also have a position in the pack, working for the Alpha. From his temperament and eyes, I could feel that he must have a very important position and could do well.

He came to this garden, probably because he was bored like me, and came to have a stroll!

I suddenly had the idea of talking to him more, and I tried to think of topics in my brain, what I could say that wouldn't make him think I was deliberately trying to find a topic to talk to him about.

My brain was running at breakneck speed, and I felt that trying to find a topic at this point was more difficult for me than studying abroad.

"Who planted these? He must be a man who knows how to be romantic!"

I finished the sentence, feeling that I was doing pretty well, and turned around to look at the flowers, trying to calm myself down and not act so excited.

He was looking at me and I could sense that he took an interest in what I had to say and that he didn't feel very bad about me.

This was the first successful step, and I calmed myself down and waited for his answer.

"That person may not be a person who knows how to be romantic either, he may just feel lonely!" There was some sadness in his words, I could feel it.

Maybe it's because I've spent a lot of time with Shirley, and the way she speculates about people's inner thoughts and judges the person's emotions from their words has taught me something.

I tried to quickly analyze the meaning of every word he said, which made me feel excited for a long time.

He may have said this on behalf of the person who planted these flowers, he may be the gardener here or the person who contracted this garden, he may be the person who planted these flowers!

"Is that you?" I turned to look at his face, the moonlight, his gaze emitted a ghostly blue light, silver-white hair shrouded in a layer of moonlight, is so noble, standing in front of him, I felt thin and small.

I had calmed myself down and didn't want him to see any inferiority complex in my eyes.

But he didn't answer my question first, he was sizing me up! I could sense that he had picked up on my problem.

Yes, as an excellent werewolf, keen observation of judgment is required to have, my body is so thin, there is no little information on the body that has fought, he will not be able to find it!

The thought made me feel panicked, and I asked again, tentatively, "Is that you?"

It is like standing and speaking before a holy God, who is tall and holy, before whom the faithful kneel and worship with devotion, attempting to be close to the divine by any means, but who is always on high, an unattainable dream for the faithful.

That's how I felt at this point, and just between the few seconds he didn't answer my words, my heart had played out hundreds of plays with different endings, and I was looking forward to what would happen next.

Maybe he will admit it and praise me, or maybe he will deny it and disdain my words, but that's not what I want to get.

"Yes, you're very clever, I planted these flowers." His words were calm, but they were enough to make my insides ripple.

He didn't deny my words, and I guessed the rest of what he meant by them. I'm not Shirley, and not having the ability to read people's innermost thoughts excites me.

"So you're lonely?"

I use questions and he has to answer me, even if it's out of politeness, and I know it keeps the conversation going, and for the first time I have the idea of wanting to talk to a man all the time, and this impromptu approach makes me feel uneasy.

Will he feel that I have too many questions, will he feel bored, he is so noble and I am so humble, but he did not leave immediately, does it also mean that he is willing to chat with me?

I look forward to learning more about him, the more the better!

"Sometimes, but it's my problem and I don't want to share my feelings with anyone else."

His brow was furrowed as if he didn't like my question. I felt panic, and I began to reflect on what was inappropriate in what I had just said and began to reflect on whether my appearance had bored him.

Today to attend the party and was not very attentive to dress, hair not washed more than twice, eyebrows are not attentively trimmed, these days also not attentive to put on a mask, my face rough and yellow, I began to disgust myself with this face.

If only I could be like Shirley, no! It would be enough if I could be like Katie. At this point, I began to envy Katie's big eyes, pale skin, and lips that people wanted to kiss.

My palms were already sweating a lot, I could feel my back was already soaked with sweat, I was already so nervous just talking to him, and I felt so weak again.

What would Katie do if it were her? I've seen her seduce guys, and even though she was only ten years old at the time, the boys at school couldn't help but kiss and go to out-of-the-way places with her.

That time she took me with her and asked me to watch her back because she was afraid that the boy's girlfriend would suddenly show up and beat her up.

I stole a glance at what the two of them were doing.

Katie just whispered a few words in the boy's ear, and the boy held her tightly like a ferocious beast and began to kiss her, and they kissed fiercely, their hands still stroking each other.

When it was all over, Katie was very satisfied and took out the mirror, reapplied the lip glaze, and showed me off her results.

I felt disgusted with Katie's behavior at the time, but now I wish I had Katie's ability to easily take down the man in front of me.

But I don't want to be slutty like Katie. If I become that way, I will despise myself and Shirley will teach me a hard lesson, right!

I looked up and down at the man in front of me as he waited for my reply.

I still decided to be myself, I don't want to make myself like Katie, because I am Gina, the unique Gina in the world.

"In a lot of time, we tell others how we feel, and it's a good way to de-stress the loneliness in our hearts, I'm just a stranger to you, maybe...... maybe, you can tell me, I'd love to help you."

My words seemed to work as he pointed to the rose bushes and said, "Whenever I feel tired, I come here and plant a flower; they represent my hope for life and help me express my inner thoughts."

I looked at the tulips, lilacs, and rose bushes and remembered the flower shows I saw when I was studying abroad.

"Lilacs represent luck, you hope that luck can come to yourself and people around you; tulips represent blessings, you bless everyone and hope they can get their happiness; roses represent enthusiasm, you hope you always keep your love for life. Is that right?"

I wanted to know more about him, but the look in his eyes told me that he hated being weak like this, just like everyone I met as a child who got that look when they knew I couldn't turn into a werewolf.

It makes me feel so sad that my mate hates me so much!

He was already bored with our conversation. He looked at his watch again, for the second time, and I thought I shouldn't continue our conversation.

"Yes, you're right."

"I guess you're here for Luna's election, too, Miss! The Alpha is almost here, so I think you should go back!"

He turned and walked away after that, how I wanted to tell him who Luna was, I didn't care, I just wanted to be your MATE.

Looking at his fading back, I felt some loss in my heart, my mate hated me, just like many people hate me for not being able to turn into a wolf.

I looked at the bright moon above the golden building and thought of the great moon goddess, "Goddess of the moon, on high, can you tell me what I should do?"

The lively music came from the golden hall and I felt a wave of vertigo as I took out my phone and sent a message to Shirley and headed in the direction of home.

I want to escape from this place where I don't belong, and it won't be me who becomes Luna, so this ball won't be bad because of my absence.

But I was a little worried about Shirley, I was afraid she would be punished for it, so I waited for her reply.