The Were CEO’s Secret

Chapter Thirty – Half a lie.

Mrs. Ernest’s jaw dropped as her daughter ran into her arms. She was shocked, touching her hair and face to be sure she was the one.

Her daughter had just walked into the hospital like she hadn’t been kidnapped and had only gone for a walk.

“How did you get here?” Her mother asked, hugging her closely.

Macy held unto her mother tightly, reminiscing on the scary experience she went through, not wanting to let go.

Nathan appeared behind them and rested on the wall, looking at the mother and daughter proudly.

Mrs. Ernest frowned at her daughter when she hadn’t given a response yet. Macy looked at Nathan and gave a small nod.

“Mom, I was taken by a girl who mistook me for her bully’s sister. Her big brother was sending to police when Mr. Nathan recognized me. The girl was heavily scolded by her brother so please don’t press charges.” Macy pouted.

Mrs. Ernest exhaled, taking everything in. “So a girl mistook you for her bully’s sister then she kidnapped you?”

Macy shrugged. That line didn’t also make sense to her but she went along with it, reciting it as she was taught.

“And how old is the girl?” her mother asked. Macy blinked, she could vaguely remember as she didn’t see the girl after she captured her.

“Preteen-ish.” Nathan answered instead. “I know her family, she has mental issues and has a lot of hate. Her brother is heavily sorry.”

Mrs. Ernest. “He should be. If the girl has mental issues she should be cared for. Did she hurt you in any way?” She scrutinized her daughter.

“Nope. Her brother had even fed me oat and milk.” Macy grinned. Her mother smiled. “Thank you, Nathan, so much.”

Nathan bowed. “Anytime.” He was glad the mother bought the story, even if it wasn’t a total lie. Macy had told him the first part, he had only added the last part to stay in character.

Johnson had agreed to fight pack to pack so he shouldn’t put the law on his trail . Whoever had taken Macy must have been a concerned wolfess from Johnson’s pack.

The family had an awesome moment of reuniting even if Macy was only away for a night. Nathan left the room to let them be.

Stephanie came out later to see Nathan. He sprang up when he saw her out of bed, dragging her drip stand.

“Hey. You shouldn’t be out of bed.”

Stephanie smiled. She came close and easily observed that his eyes were back to their brown yellow color. The man had to be supernatural.

“I wanted to thank you for looking out for Macy. She had told me secretly that you were very fast and had fought a wolf.”

Nathan bit his lower lips. He strictly told the girl to keep all she saw and felt to herself and use the planned story but she had to share.

“Oh. Well, you do know I have cool reflexes right?” Nathan chuckled nervously. Keon sighed, hinting that his reply wasn’t smooth.

Nathan noticed Stephanie’s smirk.

“Okay, if you say so. I’m really grateful your reflexes helped my sister.” She dragged her drip stand back to her room.

Nathan exhaled. “Happy now, Keon?”

Keon tsked. “Yeah. I’m happy we helped Stephanie be happy.”

Nathan felt a weird sensation under his stomach, a sensation similar to hunger. He wondered what it was.

“We need energy, that’s all. A hand shake can do for now or something. Go find someone.” Keon ordered.

Nathan swerved back and nearly bumped into Stephanie who had been standing besides him, he took many steps back.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to hear you say ‘Keon’? Is that a name? Who’s Keon?” Stephanie furrowed her brows. The name sounded ancient in some ways.

Nathan stammered. “Um… well, Keon is… my other name.” He nodded at his words. Stephanie narrowed her eyes.

“Is that so?” She brought her face closer to his. “Keon?” She called, being very sure inside her that something would happen.

She retreated when his brownish yellow eyes slowly turned to bluish green, with a dark region in the middle.

Nathan winced, bending low as his eyes began to hurt. That wasn’t a willing transformation, Stephanie basically sparked it.

“Okay, I don’t why I somehow expected that but that’s so cool. What are you?” she was almost hopping.

Nathan sat on the floor, holding into his eyes.

She sat with him. “What are you?” She whispered in his ears, excited.

The pain stopped and Nathan glared at her. “Why’d you do that? How did you do that?”

She shrugged. “I can control your eyes? My pleasure. But I don’t know how I did it. What type of creature are you?” she nudged him.

Nathan heaved a sigh, getting up from the ground and helping her up. “I won’t tell you what I am but I’m not a werewolf.”

Stephanie gave a nod. “I’d figure it out but don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” She slapped her chest. Nathan chuckled, massaging his eyes.

Stephanie jumped lightly in excitement. So somehow she controlled his eyes to change, summoning his inner self?

She reminisced on the unusual events surrounding him she had had questions about, this confirmed and explain everything, a bit.

“Hmm, so you’ve been playing my knight in shiny armor since? I should treat you better.” She patted him.

Nathan glanced at her confused. What knight in shiny armor? “I just want to keep you safe from the werewolves. Take it as I’m on a mission to protect you”

Keon laughed. “Mission? You? You can’t even protect yourself!”

Nathan rolled his eyes. He wished he could communicate with the fox internally, give him a piece of his mind without people around hearing him and thinking he’s mad.

This should be what he meant by Stephanie being important to him, that she could say his name and he’d come to the surface. Talk about being controlled by a woman.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“By chance, does Johnson have anything to do with Macy’s kidnapping?” she folded her arms.

Nathan thought on if he should tell her. Would it make her worry? He brushed the thought. It would surely make her worry.

“Like Macy said, it was a accident. But such accidents wouldn’t happen again. I promise.” He massaged his eyes again before leaving her.

“But you are a were creature right!” Stephanie yelled after him.

He paused his steps, not turning to her. “Yes, the only one alive now. All my species have been killed.” He continued on his way.

Stephanie was etched to the ground. Only one alive? “Killed? By who?”