"Alpha Mike, I didn't think that you would fall for a woman at the club. Before that, I thought you were not into women!" Mike's friend said with a smile.
His words made others laugh, ignoring the humans among the waitresses in the room.
Many customers in Fittro Club were werewolves. Although not every employee knew well about werewolves, they would get used to it as long as they worked in Fittro Club for a while.
The werewolves didn't need to worry about their identity being revealed and attracting the hunter's attention.
Gabbs was adjacent to the forest, so it was easy for them to hide. Moreover, the werewolves of Gabbs all had a legal identity in human society. The hunters would be in trouble if they killed them.
Mike didn't care about the ridicule of others. He pulled Gloria and left room 2.
He opened another door and pushed her into the room.
"Mike, why did you bring me here?" Gloria asked doubtfully.
This was room 6, and it was empty.
Gloria felt nervous, and she wanted to avoid anyone who made her uneasy.
She said hurriedly, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
After that, she walked slowly because of her injured legs.
Gloria was eager to get rid of the person in front of her who may pose a threat to her and limped out. In Mike's eyes, it was funny.
Mike's hand was in the pocket of his pants. He watched Gloria walk to the door of the room. He didn't stop her, as if he didn't care that she was leaving.
Since Mike didn't stop her, she breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the door and was about to leave.
The light from the corridor came through the door and came to her eyes, and she quickly closed her eyes.
Then someone grabbed her wrist and she fell to the ground.
Gloria looked up and saw Mike's serious face. He reached out to her face.
"What are you going to do?" She wanted to dodge.
"Don't move," Mike said gently.
Gloria was scared. She had been tortured in the werewolf prison for three years. She had turned from the proud "Miss Carter" into a timid wretch. Mike's voice was gentle, yet she could feel the coldness in it, and it reminded her of Patrick.
He and Patrick were the same kind of people, and he would hurt her.
Gloria panicked and tried to get away.
Mike said, "Where are you going? I hate disobedient toys the most."
Gloria was frightened, and her breath came fast.
"Disobedient toys need to be locked up and punished," he said.
Gloria's eyes widened in fear.
"No! Don't lock me up! Don't lock me up anymore!"
Gloria shouted in horror, "I beg you. I was wrong. Don't lock me up, please. I won't dare to do it again!"
Mike was caught off guard by Gloria's crazy struggle, and he staggered.
He came back to his senses and his gentle face turned cold. He grabbed Gloria's arms waving in the air and shouted angrily, "Are you crazy?"
"Go away! Help! I know I was wrong. I know I was wrong!" Gloria shouted hysterically.
Mike quickly reached out and turned on the light in the room.
Mike looked at Gloria's crazy appearance and felt annoyed. He grabbed Gloria's hand impatiently and said angrily, "Stop, crazy woman!"
Mike looked at Gloria's face and eyes, and he gasped.
A crazy expression and blank eyes.
He thought, 'This woman... What the hell was going on?
Since I didn't know her before, she probably mistook me for someone else.'
Mike released his hand and kept a safe distance. As a gentleman, he wouldn't slap Gloria to bring her back to sanity.
The best way was to stay away from her and wait for her to calm down.
Mike looked at Gloria coldly. Gloria gradually stopped muttering and finally quieted down. Mike stepped on the cold floor and walked in front of her.
He stretched out his hand toward her, while Gloria subconsciously glanced away.
"I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well today. Sorry to scare you."
Mike said, "Don't be afraid. I just want to ask you. How did you get the scar on your forehead?"
Gloria was a little confused. She said casually, "I fell."
"You fell?"
"Yes.
"Can you let go of me?" Gloria was not used to revealing the scar in front of other people and letting them touch it.
Mike let go of her. Gloria immediately covered the scar with her bang.
"You seem to mind the scar on your forehead." Mike chuckled. "Then, why don't you get it fixed?"
After saying this, he was not in the mood to talk to Gloria anymore. He took a step forward and was about to leave.
"I can't remove this scar. I can't get rid of it in this life."
There was not the only scar on Gloria. In fact, if she had her wolf, any scar could be recovered.
However, ever since her wolf fell asleep, she was just like a human.
She was even weaker than humans.
Mike stopped and looked at Gloria. "Another woman once said that the scar on her forehead could never be removed for the rest of her life."
Gloria's heart skipped a beat. Because she had experienced it herself, she could feel the pain behind this sentence.
"Is she someone you love?" Gloria knew she shouldn't have asked, and regretted it the moment she asked.
"No, I don't love her." Mike continued, "She loved me, and she died.
"She loved me so deeply, so she died miserably."
Gloria stood stiffly in place and looked at Mike. His voice was calm as if he was telling someone else's story.
However, from his calm voice, Gloria could tell the deep pain in his heart.