The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 887

While my gaze remained fixed on Josephine, I couldn't help but notice Rob reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear, claiming to have helped her remove something that wasn't even there. Talking was one thing, but his touch felt like a step too far. She smiled and thanked him, but that was the breaking point for me. There was no way I could pretend to be calm about this situation any longer. I swiftly got up from my mat and made my way over to where Josephine was.

"May I have a word with you?" I asked, and she frowned, looking at me. Speaking to her in front of everyone was out of the question.

"Privately," I asserted without waiting for a response, and I gently took her hand, pulling her away from the picnic party. She seemed surprised, but she followed me. At that moment, I couldn't care less about everyone else watching us; Rob had clearly crossed the line, and I needed to get Josephine away from him.

As we walked further away, Josephine eventually came to a stop, and she looked at me with a hint of confusion.

"What was that about?" she asked, sounding a bit displeased.

"He was touching your hair," I replied, the words coming out thanks to Alex. He was becoming increasingly difficult to control, and I wasn't comfortable with it.

"So, what do you care?" she retorted, leaving me at a loss for words. Instead of responding verbally, I reached out to her. Though she flinched initially, she allowed me to touch her hand. I gently caressed her fingers as I looked into her eyes.

"I am sorry for whatever nonsense we spewed two years ago," I said, sincerely wanting to dissolve the animosity she felt towards me.

"We shouldn't have acted that way. You deserve better. Honestly, I think we were just jealous. You are intelligent, beautiful, and independent. Some guys might find that intimidating, you know. But I was wrong, and I apologise. I don't think you're a freak. In fact, you're pretty; everything about you is perfect, even your eyes, and I genuinely don't understand why you wouldn’t use transparent lenses. As for the eyeliner, well..." I trailed off, knowing she was aware of my opinion on that matter.

"It's your choice of makeup, and if it makes you happy, then so be it. But please, let's put an end to this friction between us. I'd really like to get to know the real Joe, not the defensive 'I-do-not-need-friends' version," I earnestly expressed, hoping my words wouldn't upset her. She looked away momentarily, and I feared I might have said something wrong. However, when she looked back at me and smiled, relief washed over me.

"Do you mind if I work on the Maguire case with you in Grizlo?" she asked, and the urge to pull her close and kiss her washed over me. I felt a primal desire to sink my teeth into her neck, but I fought to control my wolf, staying still. I wanted our connection to be genuine, not merely driven by our bond.

"I don't mind at all. Actually, my uncles made an excellent choice," I replied, and she beamed at me before furrowing her brows.

"Are you alright, Li?" she asked, looking intently into my eyes, and I wondered what had caught her attention.

"What's the matter? Alex keeps trying to emerge. Your eyes have been shifting from black to normal since we started talking," she observed, moving closer and placing her palm against my cheek.

"Your temperature is a bit high, too" she remarked, and I tried to play it off. She pulled her hand away, though I longed to catch it and keep it against my cheek, feeling its warmth. But I knew that would be too much, so I restrained myself.

I glanced back at the party and then back at her. "Do you want to go back there?" I asked, and she turned her head slightly, gazing in the direction of the party.

"With our cousin's social-climbing friends around?" she remarked, and we both burst into laughter because that was exactly what was happening. Noah and Sebastien were always oblivious to such things, and I couldn't blame them.

"Nah," she said, signalling her disinterest in returning to the party. Then, she looked at me with a mischievous grin.

"It's a beautiful night, and the moon is high in the sky. Why don't we let our wolves run wild? Onyx would love that," she suggested, and it was an enticing idea. However, it left me with a dilemma of what Alex would do with Onyx running alongside him. Despite the risk, I knew I had to go along with it. I didn't want to upset Josephine again; she was tough, and I knew I wouldn't get off easily if I messed up again.

"Excellent idea," I replied, and she beamed at me.

We made our way down the mountain and into the woods, ready to shift into our wolf forms. I could sense that it would be a magnificent night because Alex was filled with overwhelming happiness.