Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Sierra pov.

Coming back to this place was never what I had in mind. I felt scared for some reason, but at the same time, I just wanted to be with him.

I took a heavy breath as I sat down on the bed, waiting for the beast to come. The room was dimly lit, and the only source of light was the moon filtering through the window. I could smell the musky scent of the old furniture, and the sheets felt scratchy against my skin.

I had a lot I wanted to ask him, and I wanted to know the reason he lied to me. My heart was beating fast in my chest, and I could hear the sound of my own breath echoing in the room.

After about 30 minutes of waiting, I lay down on the bed and started to wonder if everything was okay. My mind couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier. He killed those people as if they were nothing.

I stood up from the bed and decided to go look for him. As I walked out of the room, the image of the fight came into my mind. I wanted to see him again so I could thank him for saving my life.

As I walked around the huge hall, I looked at every picture on the wall, seeing the beast when he was still a human with his mother and brother. I came across a different picture where I saw a man sitting on a throne alone. I stopped looking at it, and that was when I thought that this might be his father.

Just as I came across the huge gate, I decided to open it, only to hear a cold voice behind me telling me to stop.

I turn around and meet eyes with the beast. We both just stare at each other, neither of us moving. I notice that he is now clean and there is no blood on his hands.

Taking a step forward, I slowly walk over to him, looking up at him and feeling kind of confused about what his presence is making me feel.

I lift my hands towards his face and place them on him, feeling his soft fur once more against my hands. It's like the texture of the finest silk, so smooth and pleasant to the touch.

Closing my eyes, I try to feel the coldness of the breeze passing through me, and I feel somehow safe. The air is fresh and crisp, with a hint of pine scent.

As I open my eyes, I stare into his worried eyes, which I cannot tell why he is feeling so worried. It's like he is trying to tell me something, but I cannot understand what it is.

I pull my hands away after noticing what I was doing and whisper a big sorry to him. He moves closer to me and lifts my chin up, making me stare into his eyes as we just stay there without saying a word.

I wanted to ask him so much, but whenever I open my mouth to speak, I feel as if something is not right in a way. It's like the words are stuck in my throat, and I cannot utter them.

"Beast," I called his name as I put my head down, scared of looking at him while I spoke. "Why did you lie?" I ask, trying to know the reason why he lied to me about his other mate. Was he really the one who killed them?

As I spoke, I felt his strong hands wrap around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. I could see the concern etched on his face as he asked, "What lie have I said that made you this sad?"

Looking up into his piercing eyes, I couldn't hold his gaze for long and turned away, feeling intimidated. "You told me your former mate rejected you. Why did you lie? Why didn't you tell me you killed them yourself?" I whispered, afraid of his reaction.

A low growl rumbled deep in his chest, causing me to back away in fear. "I will never lie to you, mate," he said, sounding confused. "I never killed anyone. They all did it themselves."

I looked up at him, trying to decipher his words. "What do you mean?" I asked, my heart racing. His hands reached for my hair, but I didn't move. I just watched him, waiting for his reply.

"Tell me, did you kill them?" he demanded, his voice rising with anger.

The sudden loud growl that erupted from his mouth startled me, and I took a step back. "I never killed anyone," he yelled, and I felt the fear and confusion swirl inside me.

"But how did they leave?" I asked, hoping for an explanation as to why all his previous mates had rejected him.

As I looked at him, I could see the turmoil in his eyes. His grip on me loosened, and I could feel his breath on my face. I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent, a mixture of earthy musk and fresh pine.

"They were all scared of me," he said with a tone a bit sad.

With his words, I could feel the weight of his pain. I took in his appearance, noticing the lines of worry etched into his forehead and the sorrowful gaze in his eyes.

As he spoke, I caught a whiff of his scent - a mix of earthy undertones with a hint of something sweet.

His voice was soft and gentle, barely above a whisper, and the room was quiet except for the sound of his breathing.

I could feel the warmth of his hands as he gently held my face, his touch both tender and hesitant.

His words felt heavy, like a weight on my chest, and I could sense the metaphorical burden he carried.

After he led me to his room, he placed me gently on the bed, his hands still cupping my face.

"I am so sorry, mate, for making you feel scared. I was not in control of my power, but I am happy that you are here."

His words seemed to vibrate with sincerity and remorse, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for bringing up such painful memories.

"I am sorry," I murmured, looking up at him with regret in my eyes. He smiled softly and reached out to touch my hair, his touch soothing.

"I know you are scared, but soon you will come to understand that I am not that beast everyone thinks I am. I am something different."

I nodded slowly, unsure of what to say in response. As I looked up at him, I saw his face moving closer to mine, and my heart began to race.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, his lips were on mine, and I felt a surge of electricity coursing through my veins.

I was scared and uncertain, not knowing how to react to this unexpected display of affection. But as I melted into his embrace, I knew that he was not the monster that others had made him out to be.