When Scarlet exit the store, Raoul entered a car with a long red hair woman who was wearing a thin top that showed off her flat stomach and short skirt. Everything was barely covered by a thick jacket and long leather boots.
"R-Raoul!" Scarlet shouted, attempting to chase after him, but the car drove away.
Raoul tilted his head, "Do you hear that?"
The girl twirled her black nails on his inner thigh, causing him to flinch lightly. "I didn't hear anything," she whispered into his ear, then give him another one of her infamous smiles.
Scarlet continued running after the car without noticing her surroundings and slipped on a tray of ice. She groaned, placing her hands on her bleeding knee as she felt the tingly sensation on her bottom. She looked up to see the car turning into a corner, "Raoul," she whispered, running her sleeve across her red nose.
Quickly, she shook her head and pulled out her phone. The phone began ringing as she attempts to stand up, not noticing her ankle was turning into a deep shade of red.
"Yes, Miss Scarlet?" a man answered.
"I know you had been following me due to my father's order."
There was a long silence tracing in the air, "Yes."
"Did you see Raoul leave with that whore?" her voice was much more bitter then she anticipated.
"With the prostitute. Yes."
"Pinpoint their location...now," she said, unable to hold back her aggressive tone. She slides the phone down, gripping it tightly on her hand as she glared murderously at the direction they left.
Meanwhile, the young female held Raoul's hand as he clutches tightly onto the flour, eyes scurrying around the stuffy motel. She tapped a sharp nail onto the counter and the front desk smile handing her the key, knowing which room she prefers.
"W-When are you going to tell me what that word means?" Raoul asked, unable to say the word.
She tilted her head, "I told you. I'll show it to you soon," she winked.
The deeper they walk into the motel, the more uneasy Raoul feels as he continued fidgeting. She lifted the key and opened the door, revealing a simple room with a bed and television.
"I want to go home," he whispered, pulling her back.
She lifted her hand, lightly placing it on his jacket and zipped it downward. "Come on. It will be fun. I promise."
Quickly, he shakes his head and lowered her hand, then zipped up. "I was just curious about the word, but it's okay not to know now."
"Why not?"
"Because, I don't think Scar will like me being here," he pouted. "I don't like it when Scar is not happy."
She closed the door and sat on the bed. "Who is this Scar you're talking about? Your sister?"
Raoul shakes his head, "Scar is the most beautiful girl in the world," he smiled, "She is my soulmate."
Her brows furrowed, "You're a werewolf?"
He nods.
"With a soulmate?"
He nods again.
"And yet you're here with me?" she said with a light scoffed, then leaned her hands on the bed. "Are you sure she is your soulmate?"
Raoul's fists tighten, "Scar is definitely my mate."
She lifted a brow, "So you mark her already?"
His lips thin...marking...He read that word before in a werewolf textbook Scarlet provided for him. Marking is generally done between soulmates, where it binds them together for all eternity.
"N-No," he stuttered, lowering his head. "Scar...says...she isn't my soulmate," he whispered.
"And what if what she says is true? What if someone else is your mate? After all, it's the general norm that werewolves are mated to other wolves," she hummed.
"I don't want any other soulmate. Scar is my only soulmate. I love only her. No one else," he whispered.
The girl bit her lower lips as Raoul's gaze dropped on the floor. Steadily, she stood up, placing a hand on his cheek, motioning his vision towards her. "Poor you," she whispered, closening the distance between them.
"Here. I'll make you feel all better."
Scarlet stomped into the motel, where the managers attempt to stop her until the guards stepped up. "Give me the key for the slutty girl room with a guy holding a bag of flour," she demanded.
The manager smiled hesitantly, "I apologize miss, but-"
She slams a fist against the counter, "Give me the fucking key before I run your dirty business to the ground."
The two guards behind Scarlet steps up, and the manager quickly grabs the key. Scarlet snatched it from him and rushed towards the room with the guards walking behind her. Once she found the room, she struck the key inside the hole and thrust it open.
Her eyes immediately pinned towards a girl filing her nails on the bed. "You whore! Where is Raoul?!"
She rolled her eyes and pointed her nail filler towards the bathroom.
Scarlet brows scrunched as she heard a low whimpering sound. Walking towards the wooden door, she knocked twice. "Go away! I want Scarlet! I don't want you!" he shouted.
She sighed, "Raoul...Its m-" before she could finish the door fly opened, showing a teary Raoul who slams his body into hers.
Instantly, Scarlet glared at the girl sitting on the bed. "The dude locked himself in the bathroom after I grab his dick," she said with a sighed, then grabbed her coat. "For wasting my time. Pay for the room at least," she said, then walking towards the door, nudging a brow at the guards.
"Let her go," Scarlet said, and they nod, making way for her.
She took a single step out, then turned her head. "Stop playing cat and mouse with the guy. He clearly wants to fuck you," she said, then turned her heels down the hallway.
Scarlet felt his grip tighten around her waist. "Come on, Raoul. Let's go home," she whispered, and he nods in compliance.
Sitting inside the private car, Raoul refused to release Scarlet. In the end, she can only sit on his lap. Raoul shoved his face down her neck, inhaling and exhaling vigorously to calm himself as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Scarlet glanced at the driver, who rolled up the black window separating them. "What happened?" she asked.
"S-She touched me at that place you told me should be kept inside my pants...then tried to kiss me...and I didn't like it. So, I pushed her away and ran into the bathroom...I t-tried to call you, but the phone went black," he said, showing Scarlet his cell phone.
Scarlet sighed, then click on the side. The battery was out. She glanced up at Raoul, seeing a small cut on his lips. She bit her cheeks, feeling a burning sensation inside her stomach. "How about we walk for the rest of the way?" she said, feeling like she needs the walk more than Raoul.
He nods, then Scarlet knocked on the glass door, causing it to slide down. "Yes, Miss Scarlet?"
"Stop the car. We'll walk the rest of the way," she said, and he nods then pressed on the brakes.
When the car came to a complete stop in the middle of the white forest, Raoul slides out, followed by Scarlet. She walked towards the driver's side, as the window scrolled down. "Do mother and father know about Raoul?" she asked, resting her forearm against the window.
The guards glanced at each other and nod.
"Why haven't they called me about him?"
Hesitation flashed across the guard's eyes. "Mr. Hood and Mrs.Hood thought you may like a nice puppy for Christmas," one of them responded, knowing they can't go against the future heir.
Scarlet bit her lower lips then scoffed lightly. "Puppy, huh," she mumbled to herself, then shake her head and pushed herself up. Walking towards Raoul, the car began driving down the road.
Instantly, he embraced her. "I forgot the flour inside the bathroom," he mumbled.
"It's okay. We can go buy some more another day."
"Annabella, won't get mad?"
She shakes her head. "I'll take all the blame," she said, then held his warm hand with her cold ones as they slowly walked back to the cottage.
Breath pales against the numbing air; Scarlet blinked as the frost patiently brushed her red cheeks. Her eyes were captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavily on her eyelashes. She adored the snow, as it slowly twinkles down.
"Why did you go with her?" she asked.
Raoul nibble on his lower lips, "I don't want to say."
"Raoul. Tell me. Why did you go with her?" her voice was much more stern.
His back slouched as he began dragging his feet in the newly fallen snow. "Because she said she would show me that word you told me never to say."
Scarlet grounded her teeth as her eyes pinned towards the cut on his lips, wanting to rub it off thoroughly. She inhaled a deep breath to calm herself down. "Fuck is a vulgar slang. A verb and noun where it can mean two things. One is to have sexual intercourse with someone. Two, it can be used when you're angry, annoyed, contempt, impatient, surprise, or for emphasis. In some of the videos you watch, the female or male often repeated that word during intercourse because they feel good," she explained, then exhaled.
Peeking over, Raoul was gazing in a distance as he began walking one step at a time again. After some time, he nods, "I see."
The silence returned.
When they turned into the dirt path, Scarlet stop walking, "What's wrong, Scar?" Raoul asked.
"Why did you ignore me this morning?"
He scratched the nape of his neck, "Because you told me not to talk to you until I'm done with the books and videos."
Realization dawned on Scarlet, and she wanted to smack her face. Raoul tends to take things quite literally. "Raoul, that was just an expression. You can talk to me even if you didn't finish."
He smiled but quickly groaned lightly at the cut on his lips. Irritated by it, Scarlet grab his red cheeks on her palms, causing Raoul's eyes to widen. She went on her toes and pulled him down, crashing their lips together.
She parted her mouth and bit down Raoul's lips causing him to groan slightly. While she tried to back away the next thing she knew, he had slammed his lips to hers and nearly knocked all wind from her lungs.
She hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to passed her crimson lips and, at the grant of access, delved inside her mouth. Raoul grip tightens around her waist, refusing to release her.
It was a very sloppy kiss, and she couldn't help but wanted to intermingle their breaths more. Her arms reached up and tangled around his thick, muscular neck as she barely stood on her toes. His hands lower, and with a single toss, her legs were wrapped around his waist as he turned and pressed her against the tree.
In an instant, she pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against her own, before she drew back into his lips. His saliva seeped down her throat with every push of his tongue against hers.
She could feel his large hands firmly gripping on her bottom as his waist moved passionately against hers. Even with the thick clothes separating them, she could feel his hard bulge desperately wanting access...into her.