Chapter 87: Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Xavier's Pov

It was difficult for me to keep myself away from the rightful bride, whom I claimed was my destiny. It was not the right time for me to act in that manner, but my heart was not listening.

I was never a fool to try to distract myself, but she was the most distracting person in my life. I was happily welcoming the distraction by my side without realizing how much it was risking for me.

Why did I keep forgiving Sansa for her rebellious nature and the problems she caused?

What made her so special made me forget her every mistake; I had never been easy on anyone before, but she was someone I wanted to protect even in her unforgettable and unforgivable troubles.

Another curse I was suffering from was keeping her close and staying away from her.

When I heard the door open, I pretended to walk away until my gaze was drawn to Amara, who interrupted my thoughts.

"Are you all right?" She was worried.

"Better now," I said, avoiding direct eye contact with her.

She looked at me for a moment, as if she wanted to say something to me.

"What?"  I inquired when her gaze was fixed on me.

"Take care of her, and get some rest yourself. Goodnight." I sighed in relief as Amara walked away.

I went back to the room and watched Sansa in a sleeveless gown; When the gown's coat was on the chair. I avoided watching shinny arms because her collarbone was appealing. I wrapped the blanket around her.

I was awake all night, lost in my thoughts; how could I keep Sansa by my side? What if Sansa doesn't accept me? Will I spend the rest of my life alone?

I couldn't marry her because of my curse, which made it difficult to keep control of the situation; I couldn't make her mine.

I spent my life without my mate because I couldn't find her, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to leave my mark on her because of the curse.

That curse prevented me from having anyone in my life, and I spent my entire life running away from anyone who ever fell for me. Many women pursued me, but I escaped.

Her beauty served as an example when I fell in love with Olivia Andrew, the most beautiful beta of the NightWalker Pack. Every she-wolf wished for her gleaming skin, oval pretty face with thin red lips, and dark grey hair.

Our parents were overjoyed because it was the first time I had felt something exciting called love at a very young age. I wished I could be near her; I missed her every second.

On our wedding day, she was the most beautiful bride in the world, surrounded by flowers, waiting for me to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her.

When she was waiting for me in the beautiful hall full of guests waiting for the groom, I never went to my wedding. Things turned upside down the day I discovered I was cursed.

When my parents couldn't find me and I didn't dare to face them, I ran away, even disappearing for months.

When I decided to live alone for the rest of my life, I made a promise to myself that no woman would ever come close to me.

Since Sansa appeared, I've felt a surge of energy and strangely excited feelings to keep her by my side. I had forgotten about the emptiness I had felt for a long time in my life.

I couldn't stand being alone any longer and had a strange connection with her; no matter how much she despised me, I couldn't hate her back.

I had no idea how time flew by when I was lost in her beauty from dusk to dawn. When she was sleeping peacefully, I observed her face.

I was too tired to sit in the chair all night, so I mustered the courage to shift to the side of the bed when I removed my shirt to treat a wound on my stomach.

I tried everything I could think of to heal the wound, but nothing worked. I was feeling powerless.

Who could it be? Who would have dared to stab me with a knife? I wanted to find the answer, but it was too early to pass judgment on anyone. But I was certain that a war was about to break out within the pack.

The culprit sent the message about the impending war, and I remained silent, unable to speak to anyone because there was a culprit in all of them.

Sansa in Hina's case, kept her mouth shut when she realized she couldn't involve anyone because the culprit was within the pack.

I had to find the wolf hidden in the sheep's wool before anything else could happen. I was too preoccupied with the perpetrator.

Sansa, on the other hand, interrupted my thoughts by holding my left hand in her sleep, my gaze was drawn to her.

I slowly pulled my hand away from her warm hand, but her grip was firm, and I didn't want to wake her up. I used my right hand to check her forehead temperature; she had a high fever.

She was shivering, so I put the blanket on her, but she was still shivering. She was wearing a sleeveless gown, so I thought to put the gown's coat on her.

To put on the gown, I dragged her up and forced her to sit. As she was about to fall back down, I embraced her and wrapped my arms around her back to keep her sitting.

To keep her warm, I wrapped a blanket around us. I hugged her to keep her body warm and her shivers at bay. I put my right hand behind her head to keep her face from sliding down. Her lips were close to mine.

Her oval face, with the black mole on her right cheek where her dimple was, and her bright morning smile; her lovely shiny milky honey skin; and her light brown ocean eyes Her thick lashes. Her beauty was so captivating that I couldn't take my gaze away from her; I watched her whenever I couldn't get enough of the breathtaking scenery.

I had no idea how just touching the stranger bride I had claimed a month ago, barely knowing her, could bring me peace.

I had that same feeling in the jungle when I hugged her, but in return, I got a slap on the face, which I didn't mind because she was there with me.

I couldn't help but lean closer to her face, and my lips landed on her brow for a kiss, which I had long desired.

I was trying hard not to reach her lips for a kiss when my body temperature was high; she stopped shivering when she felt the heat of my body.

I knew I was doing wrong, but I couldn't help myself and lean closer to her lips; my heart had never raced so fast before, and it was all because of her.

A single tear fell from her eye, preventing me from moving closer to her lips. When I came to a halt a few inches away, She was hurt and must have been miserable as she watched a nightmare or a heartbroken dream.

I felt bad for her, so I slowly placed her back on the pillow and lay down next to her. Watching her face made me fall in love with her all over again which I did not realize at the moment. I removed the hair from her face; I wanted her close; and I wanted to embrace her, but I didn't dare to.

I felt bad for myself because I had her next to me but couldn't get her; she was supposed to be with me when I was losing her. I dared to touch her face while holding one tear on my finger as she cried in her sleep.

She slowly opened her teary eyes and was shocked to see me laying next to her. She bolted from the bed as if it were on fire.

"What are you doing?" She looked terrified.

I was wondering what was wrong with her because she was pulling the side of the blanket to cover herself because her gown coat was not covering her shoulder and her collarbone was showing. I didn't let go of the blanket.

"What are you concealing now?" I asked slowly.

She was panicked. "What exactly have you done?" when she was buttoning up her gown front.

She appeared to be having strange thoughts at the time.

"What are your thoughts?" I moved to sit on the bed and asked with a small grin on my face.

When she was thinking something had happened between us, it was the perfect time to exact my vengeance and tease her.

"What am I doing in this nightgown?" she asked.