Chapter 112: Chapter 112

DAHLIA:

“N-Naskan… Stop this please,” I begged him.

If he marks me right now, wouldn’t that activate my husband’s mark? Wouldn’t he sense that I am with someone else other than him?

Frankly, I’m not sure, but even if my husband won’t find me with the use of our mating mark, there was also one more problem…

I’m with child!

I pushed him away, but Naskan’s muscles were too big and too firm. “Please!”

“Why,” he said, his voice sounding muffled against my skin. “Why can’t you remember me, Dahlly?... I wished I had lost my memory instead… Then we could start all over again much more easily.”

I frowned. What was Naskan saying? How can I start all over with him if he lost his memories?

“Naskan, even if that happened, I will still have a husband, so starting something with you isn’t possible, hmm…”

Perhaps, it’s the frustration of wanting someone but not being able to have them that’s taking over him right now.

I wondered if Naskan and I ever really loved each other in the past. If so, then why did I not just run away with him? Why did I stay long enough with my husband to conceive a child for him?

These are the questions that only one person could answer should I have a chance to ever see him...

That’s right… I must see him soon – the man they called my husband. Once I am safe enough to contact him, I shall send him a letter, asking him to explain his side of the story.

Even if Samalah has told me many times that he is truly evil to the core, I should see it by myself, right? Only then will I be able to make more accurate judgments about him.

Finally, Naskan listened to my pleas. He stopped trying to sink his wolf’s teeth into my flesh to mark me. He ended up just hugging me really tightly as if he didn’t intend to let me go.

All was well now, right?...

Of course, I was wrong.

Just then, Samalah walked over to where we were, finding us in such an awkward position that I just wanted to sink into the ground.

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TRISTAN:

I couldn’t bear it anymore. I wanted to mark Dahlia, right here, right now…

There was something yet that Samalah wasn’t telling me, I can feel it. How else would she always hover around Dahlia like a hound?

Because I have not marked Dahlia, there was always the risk of not finding her should she be abducted or if there would be an attack or accident, just like how Samalah was able to take her away from me effortlessly out of the auction house that night.

Thus, I wanted to mark my mate as soon as possible. Although I could do that by magic, like what I’ve done before, I wanted to do it properly this time…

However, as expected, she would never consent to being marked by a stranger, even if that stranger was her actual mate and husband.

“I wished I lost my memory instead… Then we could start all over again much more easily,” I remarked to her in utter frustration.

Of course, marking her wasn’t the only reason I wanted to get intimate with Dahlia. She was always a tease, a constant temptation, and somehow, after obtaining the spirit stone, her highly seductive scent became even more potent that it was becoming too hard for me not to have her.

I wanted to kiss her, to make love with her all day. I wanted her to be all mine forever…

Should her memories come back, we’ll end up again at the point where she’d want to divorce me, right?

I never wanted to return there – to return to the part where Dahlia wanted to get away from me after learning of my betrayal.

However, I do understand her… This time I’ll earn her trust. This time, I’ll try to be more truthful…

Perhaps we should start by telling her I am her actual husband, and not this Naskan.

I hugged her as tightly as I can. I couldn’t let her escape without telling her who I really was. I raised my head from Dahlia’s bosom, intending to tell her the truth.

As soon as I lifted my head, however, I saw Samalah emerge from the bushes.

I sighed. I missed my timing once more.

“Dahlia, Naskan, it’s late… You should both sleep,” she said as if she didn’t care that I was hugging Dahlia’s half-exposed bosom in such an awkward angle.

“Yes. I’ll be sleeping now,” Dahlia said, scampering to get away from me – someone she must be thinking as akin to a hungry beast right now.

As soon as Dahlia was out of earshot, Samalah caught me violently by the arm.

“What the hell are you doing, Tristan?!”

Hatred was seeping from her eyes. I shoved her hand away.

“It’s none of your business,” I said indifferently.

“Do you like her that much? Do you have to rub it to my face every second you get that you want Dahlia Hurst?”

“What is it to you,” I snarled. “What is it to you if I truly like her? Wasn’t it your idea in the first place for me to seduce her?”

“Yes, but I regret it now! I regret every second of it, Tristan!”

I knew Samalah’s magic was keeping us from being heard by Dahlia, but I didn’t want her to be more frantic lest Dahlia becomes more suspicious of our secret conversations.

“This discussion is over. Go to sleep.”

I didn’t want to argue with her. I didn’t want to further reveal that Dahlia was my fated mate.

“No! This conversation is far from over,” Samalah said, clasping my arm more tightly.

“How can you like someone like her? She is our enemy!”

“She is no one’s enemy, Samalah! She didn’t participate in ruining our lives. She didn’t have an upper hand on how we turned out to be like this,” I said, losing my patience entirely.

“The blood of our enemy definitely flows in her - can’t you see it? Are you that blinded by your lust for her that you cannot see any of it?”

“Yes,” I snapped, “maybe the fact that I like her outweighs my need for revenge! How can we ruin someone’s life like this? Dahlia is innocent! She did not wish for us to lose our families. Unlike what you’ve told me in the past - she isn’t evil! She doesn’t deserve her life to be ruined like this!”

“Well, you may not see her as your enemy, but she will definitely never see you in a good light, Tristan… After how you betrayed her, she will never go back to you,” Samalah sneered, finally leaving me alone in my anger and despair.

I clenched my fist. I hated Samalah for coaxing me into her plan for revenge.

Worst of all, I hated myself because I knew Samalah was right.

Dahlia could never come back to me once she remembers my betrayal… She will never learn to trust me again. She will never be able to forgive me…

I transformed into Arthur’s form and ran my frustration away in the middle of the night.