Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Maive's POV

I groaned hearing a bit of noise as it woke me up from a deep slumber. I tried to move but regretted sooner realising that my body was aching all over. My body is sore, especially down in between my thighs. When I remembered what happened last night, I immediately opened my eyes.

Suddenly, I saw a woman, probably one of their servants, bringing food to the bedside table.

I immediately took a look at my body that was covered with a blanket. Then, everything that happened last night came flashing into my head that my face heated up. I could feel my cheeks burning through the different feelings that came upon me. Oh damn, we did it... I submit to him.

I really have myself to him... oh goodness.

I looked around searching for him, however...

Daxton is not inside the room. Did he left early? Or did he slept in another room? That somehow made me feel down early in the morning. I was hoping to wake up staring at his face, hoping to see his handsomely perfect features.

But I know my place... I know my boundaries.

Suddenly, the woman noticed me waking up. She immediately bowed down when our eyes met.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," she humbly said.

I only nodded, still feeling the soreness in my body.

"My Lord has ordered me to bring clothes for you," she pointed to the paperbag on the bedside table.

"Thank you," I said as I tried to sit on the bed with my back leaning on the wall. It is only then that I realised I am wearing Daxton's shirt. Did she put this to me? I couldn't remember since I fell asleep as soon as we finished... oh damn, I couldn't help but blush every time I remember it.

"I'll clean up the sheet. Please call me when you're ready," she said before leaving the room.

I only realized then that there is a blood stain on his bed sheet.

My mouth was partly agape as I covered my face, getting embarrassed of the things that I have done. I was too aggressive last night, oh shit. I couldn't even believe that I am capable of doing that, I was the one who initiated the move.

Oh damn, that was too embarrassing.

I am no longer feeling the excruciating heat inside of me. All I could feel was his touch in every corner of my body. He literally touched my whole body, his hand... his warm fingers... his delicate lips. I can't believe that we mated last night!

Does that mean... he is my mate? How lucky am I for that thing to happen?

He is damn hot and handsome, rich and powerful but I... I am nothing but just an ordinary being. Even an unknown being, I don't know if I am a werewolf although my father is a werewolf. I am not sure of being a witch, I don't even have much knowledge about them and the power it holds.

After some minutes of contemplating things and the event last night, I headed inside his bathroom. It was difficult for me to stand and walk without feeling the sore in between my thighs. Damn, just the thought of his manhood makes me blush and how good it feels inside of me. It was huge and v-

"I should stop!" I told myself as I lightly slapped my lips.

I stayed in the shower for a long time, only because I couldn't move properly. The clothes that Daxton ordered were a pair of pajamas, it was comforting. When I got out of the bathroom, the sheet with my blood was no longer there. She told me to call her... I haven't called her yet.

The door opened and I found Daxton going inside. Is he the one who called the servant?

He saw me and showed his very dashing smile that made my heart pounding hard. He immediately walked towards me as he hugged and kissed me on the forehead.

"I had to do some things, I'm sorry. We should be cuddling..." He said in a tired voice.

I am actually a little mad that he was not here when I woke up. However, looking at him tired, makes my heart feel a little guilty. I should know that he has a lot of responsibilities to fulfil.

As the Alpha King, I should know that I am just the least of his priorities.

He sniffed my hair, as if he was addicted to it. I can't help but smile, thinking that this feels surreal. I am so happy... He is making me beyond happy just with his little gestures.

He is showing me love even though I don't know if he truly loves me or not, yet I could feel it.

To my surprise, he carried me in a bridal style. I gasped and blushed at his gestures. After that, he carried me all the way to the bed, letting me sit there. My heart is fluttering because of him.

I bit my lip as I said, "You're scaring me."

He sat on the bed too. He looked at me with a hint of fear in his eyes. He looked confused. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked cluelessly.

I smiled, "You're too sweet..."

His face suddenly changed and chuckled, "that adjective doesn't fit me."

I was partly agape with his attitude right now, he's charming and not the usual cold one. His chuckles are like soft melodies that reach my ears. I'm so happy seeing him like this, as if a free man without worries, despite the tiredness he wears.

He reached out to the plate on the bedside table. It was not the same food that was delivered here earlier by the servant as it looked like he ordered a new meal. Is it because the food had gotten cold that he ordered a new one?

I probably blushed at that thought.

My eyes widened when I realized that he was going to feed me because he was literally holding the spoon and fork.

"I'll do it," I said when the spoon that he was holding was directed into my mouth, waiting for me to open. He really is going to feed me... like some kid.

Damn, why does he look even more handsome? Just a perfect man that every girl dreamed of... and he's mine... oh damn, I wanted him to be only mine.

"No." He firmly said.

So I ended up opening my mouth and eating every spoonful food he was giving me. He looks tired yet he is doing these silly things. Oh god, Daxton. How am I going to save myself from loving you too deeply?

He is making me a princess and I feel like he is my knight. That concept made my heart go insane.

"How about you?" I asked, he was not eating anything.

He shook his head, getting focused on scooping rice on the plate. "I'm already full," he said when he looked at me. Why is he full when he has not eaten anything?

He handed me a glass of water as soon as I finished all the breakfast that he fed me. When did the most intimidating man I have ever known become this caring person? Was he always like this?

He kissed my forehead when I placed the glass on the table.

Oh goodness, why is he this sweet? He is making my system rattle.

We were staring at each other when a knock from the door stopped us.

"Damn it..." I heard him cursing. He looks frustrated. One thing I learned about him is that he does not like interruptions.

"I'll just finish some things... Let's have lunch together," he said before standing up from the bed.

I nodded. I wanted to be selfish and tell him that he should stay. However, I know the responsibilities he holds. The entire werewolf species is leaning on his capabilities to lead.

He bit my lip before leaving, making me giggle out of a happy heart.

I don't know how long I was there, sitting on the bed staring at empty space because of the happiness I couldn't contain. I got bored alone so I ended up looking around his room again.

My eyes darted on the arrow and bow he has, most specially on the arrow. I stared at it for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out where I had seen it.

All of a sudden, realization hit me.

It was the same arrow that killed the two werewolves trying to harm me in the forest when I was a child. I thought it was Uncle Silas who shot them. Was it him?

What the hell is happening?