After we fool each other in the bathroom using our own greed, I left him out and didn’t wait to hear what he had to say. To be impartial, I envisioned he would yell at me like he always acted whenever I turned my back on him, but to my surprise, I didn’t receive even just his breath.
I dragged my body away from that room that made me breathless and spotted three sets of pajamas that were laid out on the bed and obviously, Uriel must have requested them to be sent here. I took the moon design in my hands and raised it into the air to get a better look at how simple, yet yielding how comfy it was.
I stepped towards the mirror, was ready to take off the robe, and put on the moon design when I caught Jaxon looming from the bath— the water tickling at his triceps and abs, down to his bare legs, showing how big his manhood was.
I was so immersed in what he undertook that it didn’t even register the fact that I was seeing the nude transformation of his Godlike figure as he made his way to the closet— beside me, trying to kill me in his presence.
It appeared as though the distance between us was getting limited with each step he took. The wind became heavier and stronger, and it felt as though I would pass out if he were to come in front of me. It might be because of the tension that had built up between us before I left him in the bathroom earlier that his smell made me irrational.
“Don’t wait for me; I’ll ask a servant to send your dinner.”
It took me aback when he suddenly spoke with his “usual” unfriendly voice, since I had assumed that nothing could shatter the stillness that had descended upon the two of us.
‘Dinner?’ When I turned my head to look out the window, I couldn’t believe that it was already night, and it drove me to ask myself. ‘How long have we deluded ourselves inside?’
I had a good view of the night sky, could make out the stars, and how they glisten. If what they claimed was true when you make a wish and it would come true, then I would stop at nothing to get my hands on at least one of those, no matter what it would lead to.
“Okay,” I responded, still my eyes were on the stars. And when I switched my attention back to him, only a brisk breeze received my answer.
A sour smirk formed on my lips. I resolved I would never be lonely again whenever he showed me his gentler side but what and who gave me this concept? Such trivial things could never…
Nonetheless, the more he made it seem like he was not paying attention to me, the more miserable and alone I was. Was it natural to feel like this?
I was not sure whether it was just because I had been thinking for a long time or if the servants were just fast moving, because even though I had not yet moved from my current position, I already received a knock. Of course, who would look for me at this hour? No other than them.
I lazily opened the door and I didn’t make a mistake when I recognized Yora standing there with a plate of food and Uriel carrying Morgan, who was already sound asleep.
While Yora merely smiled at me, Uriel maintained his thoughtful expression.
“Yora, could you please place the food on the side table?” I said as I returned Yora’s regards. After that, I directed my attention to Uriel and extended a helping hand. “Let me, Uriel.”
He didn’t recite a single word, but he walked right past me and into the room, where he single-handedly tucked Morgan into her cot. As a result of his movement, I just sighed and let him do what he wanted.
After finishing what they were working on, both he and Yora stood outside the door and looked in. I had the impression that they were just waiting for me to give the signal to speak, but just as I was about to do so, Uriel spoke up first.
“Alpha is currently deep beneath visiting Caroline in order to decide regarding her freedom tomorrow—”
“I don’t care if he doesn’t come home because I don’t need him.” I moved my gaze away from him in order to prevent him from continuing his sentence.
Because I didn’t know what I was going to say next, I bit my lower lip. On the other hand, they didn’t even bother to retract what I stated; instead, all they did was nod and walk away.
After they left, I shut the door behind me before leaning my back against it. It forced me to sit down on the floor as my back gave way. I drew my knees up to my chest and buried my face in them as I sobbed.
‘Why is it that the more I try to repress these feelings, the more intense and uncontrollable their outbursts become?’ My stomach was full with butterflies, and my heart was thrashing so fast that it implied like it was about to explode.
Unconsciously, because of the tears that wouldn’t stop flooding, my eyelids drooped to where I couldn’t even change my clothes.
I wouldn’t have awakened and would just sleep behind that door if just my throat hadn’t been so dry and the wind hadn’t made my hair stand on end. I gradually opened my pupils and although it was dark, I peered at the tray that Yora had brought earlier. However, I saw that there was no water at that. Perhaps she had forgotten.
“Thirsty… I’m so thirsty.”
Because I was so parched, I had no alternative but to go outside, although I was too sluggish to do so. Additionally, I glanced out the window and saw that it was pouring fiercely outside. My gaze wandered to the bed in the vain hope that Jaxon could have entered the room via a different entrance, but there was no trace that he had done so.
I put down the knife that was stabbing me in the heart and opened the door so that I could get a drink of water.
As soon as I opened the door, I was immediately hemmed in by a breeze that was far stronger than before. The lights were all turned off, and everyone turned out to be sleeping for the time being. When I finally got to the steps leading down, I took each one calmly and carefully because I was afraid that I would lose my footing or trip and fall down.
I could make out an unusual cry, even as I was getting closer and closer. Because of the persistent rain, I couldn’t tell if the sound was emanating from that situation or if it was actually coming from somewhere else in the area.
Instead of fear, I felt more uneasy. As they said, every word had a different meaning. The uneasiness I felt gave me the notion that I didn’t want to step my feet to wherever I was going. And the fear I felt told me that if I didn’t go on, I would miss something important.
The intelligibility of the voice increased with each step I made. And even if I had wanted to back out of it, it felt like it was too late because as I joined the kitchen, what caught my gaze was the scene that had once jumped my head.
A scene I anticipated but was not ready to see…