Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Zuriel

I place her hands over her head. My gaze is on her.

I lost my mind when she suggested she had been with other men. I am angry at her, and my body is shaking.

I glare at her, and she holds my gaze. This proximity is dangerous. I can’t be this close to her, but I can’t move away either. I feel like a moth drawn to a flame. My eyes fall on her soft lips. I hate that men had her, they tasted her!

‘Your eyes… They are beautiful,’ She breathes. I didn’t expect her to say that. She is drawn into my eyes. Her chest rising and falling, I can’t help when my eyes linger… She isn’t flat chest anymore. I need control of my emotions, I need to take back charge because if I don’t, I might end up doing something I’d regret. With great difficulty, I pull away from the green-eyed princess.

‘Go to bed?’ I tell her.

‘I like it when we are close,’ Her voice is seductive. Since when is she not coquettish around me? What the fuck is she doing? Does she still like me?

Elara confessed once she loved me, then why was she with others? Did she not mean it? It might have been a child’s crush. She had just turned sixteen then, but now, she is a woman. An attractive young woman, not that she wasn’t attractive before. She was, and that’s why I spent my time avoiding her because I started getting used to her presence. I couldn’t let anyone in.

After I rejected her advances, she iced me out completely. It was good she did because I don’t deserve love. I don’t deserve to be loved, no one can love me, I am too broken. She would have left once she found out how dark I am, and how much blood these hands have.

‘You’ve had too much wine,’ I tell her. She is about to respond, but I glare at her. She scoffs and moves past me. I watch her as she goes upstairs. I do the same minutes later. I slam the door shut once I’m in my bedroom. I need to stay away from Elara is the last thing I think of as I close my eyes.

Elara

My wolf is silent, and this is the night I don’t want her to be. I want her to talk to me.

‘Ara, are you alright?’ I asked. She is silent still.

The room is heavy and lonely, the only comfort I have is that Zuriel’s scent surrounds me. It is unique.

I drift off to sleep, but I’m soon awakened by the intense pain in my chest and abdomen. My body is hot too. Tears roll down my eyes as I writhe in pain knowing what that bastard mate of mine is doing. He is fucking his whore to cause me pain.

‘Our mate is fucking another woman,’ Ara wince, she is pissed. I grip the sheets tightly. I bite my lips, stifling a sob.

‘It hurts,’ I grit.

‘I know. Elara, focus on something else,’ she tells me.

‘What, Ara,’ I whimper.

‘His scent… Zuriel’s scent, we like it,’ she says quickly. I do as she says and inhale the inside of the shirt I’m wearing. My mind drifts to the intimidating man in the room next to mine. Zuriel, Zuriel. I chant his name on repeat.

The pain only subsides five minutes later, but my body is still hot. With difficulty, I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. A cold shower might help. I was right. It helped.

I woke the following morning feeling calm. I thought I’d be tired after what happened, but it wasn’t like that. I wore the dress I had on earlier and went downstairs.

My breath is caught in my throat when I see Zuriel. His silver hair is pulled in a man bun, and his sides are slightly shaved. He is so breathtaking. He is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. His eyes find mine, and my heart hitches in my chest. His gaze as always are intense on me, and my hands quiver.

I remember last night and how close we were.

‘Good morning!’ A female’s chirpy voice jolts me from my staring. I twist my neck and narrow my gaze at the thin, dark-haired woman who walks towards him from the kitchen, almost wearing nothing. The shirt doesn’t even cover the belly button. The female smiles and stands next to him.

‘Hello, Princess,’ She bows her head. They do that as a form of respect because of my rank. I don’t react to her. My glare is on that man watching me deeply.

I exhale and go to Zuriel, standing in front of me, and looking into his emerald gaze,

‘Thank you for what you did. I’ll go home now,’ I say and walk past him.

I hide the fact that my heart stings seeing that woman.

‘Wait,’ he calls. I swallow and inhale, putting on a stoic expression before looking back.

‘You can’t go like that,’ He says.

‘Watch me,’ I grumble and start to walk again, but his next words shock me.

‘Have you looked in the mirror? You look like a whore,’