Zayn kept walking. Passing through several towns, however, he did not smell any comforting odors there. His gaze centered on an advertising banner plastered on the highway.
For some reason, Zayn felt like looking at the woman's face. Zayn then asked one of the passers-by. And coincidentally, that person was a big fan of Davina, the woman in the photo.
"If you want to see her more closely, come to hotel A, tonight, she has a fashion show there," the man said.
After saying thank you, Zayn looked for hotel A. Previously, he bought a shirt and also a suit at a boutique, because there was no way he could attend the fashion show wearing simple clothes.
As evening approached, Zayn entered the hotel along with the invited guests who were dressed in luxurious and glamorous outfits. When he had just entered the hotel ballroom, Zayn was presented with Sundanese ornaments and traditional fabrics. The man frowned. He had never seen anything like this.
Moreover, the music he heard was very different from what he usually listened to.
"Why is the theme so strange? What region is this from," he muttered.
The man sat down to enjoy the traditional dances and Indonesian music. Although it all felt foreign to him, Zayn enjoyed it quite a lot.
Meanwhile, backstage. Back and forth the crew brought clothes for each model. Some asked to be re-ironed. There were also those who were angry and did not want to wear the clothes that had been chosen for them.
At a dressing table, sits a beautiful woman with her eyes closed. Her face is being scribbled on by Mesya, one of the make-up artist crew assigned to make Davina's face look prettier tonight. Cold sweat continues to break out from Davina's temples. She's suddenly nervous tonight. In fact, she doesn't usually feel nervous like this.
"What's wrong with you Beb?" asked Mesya who was annoyed because she kept wiping Davina's sweat.
"I don't know Beb, my heart is suddenly beating fast," Davina replied.
"You're just like this Beb, like it's your first time," said Mesya.
Davina herself was also confused, grand events like this she had often done. And she was never nervous like this.
"What's going on? Is there something going on?" Davina thought.
Zayn's eyes centered on the backstage where the models and crew exited. However, not just anyone was allowed in there. Zayn's sense of smell grew stronger as he sensed the pheromones released by his mate.
A sweet smile spread across his lips. "I'm sure you're there, baby," he whispered.
Blam
The lights suddenly went out.
Shortly after, the lights came back on as the first model came out from behind the stage. The model's seductive smile did not attract Zayn. He only took a quick glance and then looked back at the backstage. Almost an hour of waiting, Zayn felt bored, he then stood up to leave the room. However, a beautiful woman who came out holding the designer's hand caught his attention.
His eyes stared intently at the woman who had just smiled sweetly while bowing her head.
The woman introduced the designer and then walked together around the stage.
"That woman is so charming and so elegant."
As she approached, Zayn felt his body tremble violently. He could also smell the alluring scent of Davina's body. And Zayn was sure that Davina was the woman he was looking for.
Zayn repeatedly looked at the clock on his hand, wishing that time would pass quickly so that he could talk and get to know Davina.
Moments later, the time Zayn had been waiting for arrived. Davina came out from backstage with no make-up on and in her usual clothes.
"Hi," Zayn called out.
Davina turned her head. She scanned the handsome man in front of her. She had never seen him before. Davina wanted to leave, but, for some reason, her body seemed to freeze and just stayed glued to the handsome man.
"Introducing, my name is Zayn Coldover," he greeted while extending his hand.
Suddenly, Davina felt extremely nervous. She wanted to run away, but she felt like there was a force holding her there.
Zayn's piercing gaze seemed to strip her of her body. Davina felt uncomfortable. With trembling hands, Davina returned Zayn's hand. "Davina," she said briefly.
"Want me to take you home?" Zayn offered.
Although her heart wanted to refuse, but her body seemed to betray her. Davina nodded shyly. They walked hand in hand. They didn't talk much while walking together. Just a short chat about the fashion show earlier.
"I've arrived, this is the hotel where I'm staying. Thank you for taking me," Davina said, accompanied by a sweet smile.
"You're welcome, it's nice to meet you Davina. Good night. Sweet dreams," said Zayn before the man left Davina.
Arriving at the hotel room, Davina who was exhausted immediately lay down her body.
Suddenly, someone entered her room and carried her out. Davina screamed for help. But strangely, no one helped her. They only saw Davina from a distance.
Davina was then taken to a forest where there were lots of wolves.
Davina wanted to run, but the wolves surrounded her, making it impossible for her to go anywhere. The man who had been holding her was silent as he stared at her.
In an instant, the man was transformed into the same as them, his clothes were torn, and fur began to grow on his face, hands and feet. The wolf then roared as if telling its pack to attack Davina.
Davina looked right and left, there was no way for her to escape. She was terrified. There was nothing she could do but surrender as the wolves approached her. "No, please, don't bite me!"
However, the wolves kept coming closer. One of the wolves attacked her until she fell down.Davina tried to protect her face from the wolf's bite. However, the brown wolf attacked her neck. "No please, don't kill me ...."