Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna-Chapter 100: Borrowing something of his

Viola’s nose twitched twice, and her stomach growled even before she fully woke because there was a delicious scent in the air, one she was certain was both unusual and unfamiliar within her living space. She had never once used her kitchen to cook since she was given the penthouse, not that she even knew how to cook, so where on earth was this bewitching, enticing aroma coming from?

Like a rat in its hole being lured out by food, Viola’s eyes fluttered open and she inhaled deeply. Before she could even properly wonder where the aroma was drifting from into her room, she automatically reached out for her glasses on the nightstand and slid them on. The moment her vision cleared, she was stunned by the unfamiliarity of her surroundings.

Her eyes widened like a startled doe behind the clean glass frames, which looked as though someone had wiped them for her. There had been smudges on them the last time she wore them, but now the lenses were crystal clear!

She took in the black-and-silver theme of the room that carried a distinctly masculine aura, from the thick black curtains to the silver-framed painting on the wall, then to the black leather couch where a coat lay carelessly draped. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Finally, she looked down at the large king-sized bed she was lying on, a soft black blanket pulled up to her chest, and Viola jerked upright into a sitting position.

How had she ended up here? she wondered in rising panic.

Before her panic could spiral completely out of control, another scent, one that was not food, settled into her senses. It was a scent she enjoyed more than anything else in the world, a scent she could inhale all day if only it did not belong to a man she found intolerable and endlessly annoying.

Yesterday’s events returned to her slowly but vividly. She remembered how he had nearly collapsed in the street and how she had been forced to hold him up. She also recalled how utterly exhausted she had been when she and his Beta dragged him up a flight of stairs that left her muscles trembling and her arms burning.

She had only wanted to rest for a moment on the floor before finding her way out and returning home. Instead, she had grown so exhausted that she had fallen asleep.

That was very unusual for her, Viola thought with pursed lips. She never slept that easily. In fact, she could not even remember the last time she had slept so peacefully and for so long without waking up in the middle of the night crying and wanting to rip her own soul out of her chest just to quiet the ache. But she had not only slept through the night, she had—

Her thoughts halted abruptly, as if someone had pressed pause on a remote control.

Her panic returned tenfold as the realization dawned on her that she had fallen asleep on the floor. So how in the world had she woken up tucked neatly into the bed?

Her fingers clenched tightly around the blanket as she slowly and cautiously lifted it to peek underneath. When she saw that her dress was still intact and discreetly checked her underwear with a careful hand, she let out a breath she had not even realized she had been holding.

At least he had not taken advantage of her situation. Not that it would have mattered much, considering they were going to be married, but even so, she would have hated the thought of him doing anything to her while she was asleep. Male werewolves could be dangerously unpredictable when it came to their urges around someone they considered their mate.

Viola felt oddly reassured by the thought that he had been gentlemanly, gentlemanly enough to place her on his bed and cover her with his blanket. She had never been someone who tolerated the cold well; she got chilled far too easily.

The urge to lie back down and return to sleep was so strong that it surprised her. She had never been the type to linger in bed, yet his scent lingering on the sheets was as alluring and powerful as her desire to bury her nose into the pillow and drift off for a while longer. But then that tantalizing aroma returned to her senses, and she could not help being drawn toward it because she was absolutely starving.

Viola pushed the blanket aside and stepped down from the bed. Right beside it, her heels had been neatly set aside, but she ignored them and walked barefoot toward the window in the room that practically screamed luxury and masculine taste, everything arranged with meticulous care.

She moved to the window and peeked outside at a grand and beautifully landscaped garden below, with a fountain in the center pouring water gracefully into a circular basin. As expected of the Supreme Alpha’s quarters, everything was designed to exude status and prestige, she thought as she turned away to follow the scent.

However, the floor was freezing cold beneath her bare feet, and she did not want to walk far without something on. Her eyes landed on his house slippers set neatly by the door, two pairs, one black and the other gray. She could not help but think that this man truly surrounded himself with dull, dark colors.

Did he even own anything in a shade other than dark blue, black, or gray? she mused as she strode toward the slippers and slipped her bare feet into the size twelve black pair.

The comical sight of her feet in his shoes nearly made her laugh. She was a size six, and her feet looked like a little girl wearing her father’s oversized shoes. The difference in size was almost ridiculous, but she needed something to wear, and heels were certainly not suitable for exploring this grand, big house.

She was fairly certain she should not be wearing any of his belongings without permission, but only a petty man would complain about someone borrowing slippers for a brief moment to investigate the source of an aroma calling out to her empty stomach. If he minded, she would simply take them off. It was not as though she was stealing them.

She gave herself a great, convincing excuse to borrow his shoes.

With that thought, Viola slid her other foot fully into the soft slippers and opened the slightly ajar door that had allowed the scent to travel into the room.

As she stepped out into the polished, well-decorated hallway lined with framed paintings, the aroma grew stronger.

Viola did not need directions in the large mansion; her sharp nose was more than capable of guiding her. While she followed the scent, she took the time to admire the house more carefully. Unlike the modern sliver city buildings made almost entirely of glass and steel, this structure was an ancient mansion that had been carefully maintained over generations and tastefully updated with modern decor while preserving its historical essence.

From what she had learned during her stay in the Silver Pack, this mansion had housed nearly every Alpha before Sebastian. Yet Alpha Sebastian himself had chosen not to reside in it permanently. In fact, it was said that his second Luna had not lived here at all during their marriage and had preferred staying in the city until her untimely death. Why wouldn’t anyone want to live in such lovely place?

Not unless it was the Alpha who didn’t welcome her for this place was like paradise!

Viola walked down the polished staircase with glass railings, her footsteps quiet in the oversized soft slippers. She found the kitchen far more quickly than she had expected, guided effortlessly by the irresistible scent without having to search for long.

However, the moment she reached the kitchen entrance, what greeted her made her immediately pause in her tracks. Her eyes slowly widened at the sight before her. She even lifted a hand to adjust her glasses, blinking once as if to confirm she was not imagining things, but the view remained unchanged.

It was real.

And it was utterly absurd!