Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Maive's POV

I kept thinking and contemplating, all along I was talking not with myself but with my wolf... I am not turning crazy but just a nature of me for being a wolf.

I am truly a wolf... oh damn... and I am a White witch. I don't know what to think about this though, this is kinda confusing for me... also it is leaving me in disbelief. Until now, I am speechless with so many thoughts in my mind.

Too confused with everything including how Daxton is related to my past... I don't understand why I was too bothered by it, added by the thinking that Daxton already has a fiancee and here I am... being his mistress. Damn.

I sighed thinking how my life had ended like this. I love Daxton, and I am aware of my feelings but the guilt and conscience is attacking me all at once because I am also aware that he belongs to someone else. What had happened last night was a mistake but thinking of it as a mistake is hurting me. Because for me... it all seems right.

Looking at the starry night in the veranda, I couldn't help but admire the beauty of the night. Still so confused with my past and how Daxton would be related to it. I felt that he is, because things had gotten more related than it is and it's bringing me to my past.

I am confused how Arman would visit the human village when in fact he is a driver of the werewolves royalties. Added to that, only a few or rare vehicles reach the area where he saw me. I am not assuming things but would Arman be in that place then? Except, if one of the Astrid Members was there for him to visit... or was ordered to visit? Was it just a coincidence? Was it his day off?

I was out of thought when I heard knocks on the door. I was in the Veranda of Daxton's room and who must be knocking at this time? I headed towards the door and opened it, surprised to see that it was the man who caused my heart to jump out of joy as it beats louder and louder. He looks tired, I cannot deny that. I wanted to ask what was the problem. However, I don't think I have the right to ask that especially since he handles everything. I would be just clueless...

The tiredness was evident in his eyes when he asked, "Can I sleep here?" He was leaning at the door frame while looking at me intently.

My mouth turned open upon hearing that question. Why would he even ask that when this is literally his room? Besides, we have already slept together. There was no need to ask.

My cheeks probably turned red when the thoughts of us making love last night entered my mind.

I nodded as I headed to the bedroom, I didn't know what to say to him nor act in front of him... I just don't know what to do everytime I'm with Daxton. So all I could do was silence... I lay down on the corner of the bed to give him the space. When I looked back at him, he was intently looking at me. He still hasn't changed his position, still leaning on the doorframe with his eyes fixed on mine. It looked like he was still weighing things with me.

I smiled at him and that was the only time he walked closer and lay down on the bed with me. He removed his jeans before lying on the bed, wearing only his boxer shorts.

Goodness, his every movement looked so damn hot and sexy. He's too sexy, and I cannot deny that fact. He's perfectly handsome.

Just the sight of him like that makes my face blush. I kept remembering last night. There was enough space between us, so I gave him plenty of space. I just don't know what to do. I am actually embarrassed that I am here with him... I don't know our relationship, he has not been vocal about that. All I realised was that he is my mate. Other than that, I am still guessing.

Should we be here together? Shall I just sleep on the sofa? There's one here in his room. I was full of questions while staring at space, I was trying to feel and think what was in his mind but silence enveloped the place.

"Come here," I heard that break the silence between us... his voice sounded like a command that made me look at him, not actually understanding what he was trying to say. He extended his arm on the pillow, opening his arms for me.

"I-I..." I don't know what to say. I really don't know where I should place myself or what he wanted to convey.

He did not say a word as he was the one to close the gap between us. He scooped me over after and I just found myself lying in his left arm after that. His right arm was on top of my hair... he was hugging me real tight.

I couldn't help but licked my lips when I felt his warmth and got a scent of a strong alluring perfume but now I realised that it was his pheromones that affected my wolf and my inner system to be so attracted to my mate... to the man destined for me.

I was on his chest and I could hear his fast beating heart equalling mine. My heart is pounding real fast.

His fingers were playing with my hair but because my face was so close to his chest and our body had no space, I couldn't see his expression. Still, his alluring scent is making me dizzy but very comfortable that I feel so sleepy.

"Do you wanna go home?" He asked, there was a bit of a hint of sadness in his voice. But the frustration is more evident.

Do I really want to go home? These moments with him felt like heaven for me. It was overwhelming and heart-fluttering. This love is just too much. I could understand why my father had to leave his life just for my mother... It felt like I also could do that for Daxton. It felt like I could leave everything just for us to live at this moment.

I nodded after some seconds, it was the contrary to my own thoughts. I could feel the lump on my throat, I couldn't talk because of that.

He was silent after my response. It took him several minutes to formulate his words, "Let me just ensure your safety before you go home..." His voice was soft but I could feel sadness within it... or was it just because I feel sleepy?

"T-Thank you," my voice was a bit trembling.

"I would give you the freedom you need, Maive." He paused. "But you're not allowed to leave me."

His voice seemed like he was possessive, yet he was trying not to. That's what I thought about him.

I don't think I would be able to leave this man, especially that my heart belongs to him. This love for him was too much for it to be denied and kept.

"You have a fiance," I was glad that I finally let that thought out. I kept thinking about her. How could he keep on acting this way towards me when he has a woman about to marry?

"I'm not going to marry unless it's you." He responded without second thoughts. He sounded like he was certain about it. "You're going to bear my name, Maive." He added.

My heart beats faster because of his words. I couldn't think of how to respond to that. It was good that he seemed to be waiting for my answer.

We became quiet after our little conversation once again. Feeling the moments that we are in each other's arms... oh God how I love this man.

At some point, I wanted to ask him again about the arrow he owns. My thoughts kept on circulating about those arrows.

"Have we met before college?" I asked, finally getting to ask something related to it.

He did not respond quickly to that question.

It took him several minutes before answering, "I don't think we did." he answered tiredly and it seemed like he was also sleepy and about to sleep.

I became silent after his answer as I kept on thinking. I couldn't ask any more things. I don't know if he was being honest or my gut feeling just wanted to ruin everything. I never had something so beautiful like this after I lost my family, so probably I am just ruining it because I am not used to this kind of feeling... too much comfort.

"Why?" He asked after a while but it was barely a whisper.

I shook my head.

Silence totally enveloped us after that.

After some minutes or hours, I heard his breathing become regular. He definitely fell asleep. He must be really tired. He probably did not sleep last night knowing that he was not in the bed as soon as I woke up.

I, on the other hand, despite being sleepy my thoughts kept on running that I couldn't fall asleep. Several questions are running through my mind.

I waited several minutes or hour to ensure that he was completely asleep. After that, I removed his arm around me and stood up from the bed. Before leaving, I stared at him. His eyes were closed and he was peacefully sleeping.

I left him and walked to the aisle as I tried to find his study room. I took the same steps he had this afternoon. When I took a left turn, I saw three other rooms.

My gut feeling says his room is the farthest one away. It was right.