Rivalry Mate:Romance of revere harem

soon stab me to death. "Keep running, keep going," I kept telling myself, but my pursuer was far faster than I was and more experienced in navigating the environment. If it weren't for m

e up to the sound of birds chirping from far away. I looked around; I was in my parent's room. There was no one on the bed beside me, which meant they had headed out already. Squinting my eyes, I tried to remember the night before. I had snuck into my parent's room to sleep because I feared sleeping alone. They had woken up and welcomed me to sleep beside them despite having told me to get used to sleeping alone. But it wasn't my fault. I belonged to people who had advanced levels of senses, and even among them, mine was often considered superior. I could hear the woman washing the plates the next three houses away. I knew the smell of most and all types of things. Living this way made me feel powerful as I never needed to ask about anything since I could always use my heightened senses to find it. I remained unfazed in every circumstance and exuded a self-confidence the likes the world had never seen. I stood up and rushed to the kitchen. With my sense of smell, I could tell that a lot was happening in that room. I knew I had to get there during the meal preparation so I would get the chance to disturb them with my pettiness. I also had to get there before the meal was ready so I would have an excuse to take as much junk food as I could before the main meal was ready. I tossed my golden hair behind my ear and walked into the kitchen with two hands behind my back. Unfortunately, I was late as the meal was almost ready, but I was still determined to talk to my favorite chef, which I often called my aunt since my mom was okay with it. Immediately I walked in, she noticed, and I saw a beautiful smile on her face. She hadn't seen me walk in, so I was sure she had sensed my presence. I walked to stand beside her; I was young and petite. On the other hand, she was huge, and my head reached her shoulder. "Good morning, aunt," I said as I walked in with my hand rubbing my eyes and my other hand at my side. "Good morning,