Chapter 47 DALIA
DALIA
Ezekiel is on the floor, looking so stressed out. He's groaning like someone who is in an intense pain and it's clear in the way he's so disheveled. His chest is bare and I can see red marks like scratches on his body. When he starts scratching his body aggressively, I realize that he's the one that gave himself those marks.
I quickly rush to where he's lying on the floor and try to stop him from hurting himself. This is my first time seeing Ezekiel look this vulnerable. I've only seen him as a strong willed person. And I can't explain the ache in my heart for seeing him this way. For seeing that he must be in so much pain.
“Ezekiel….” I murmur as I hold his hand. He pushed me away without even looking at me. I don't think he realizes that I'm here. I hit my butt on the floor due to the impact of the push. I still sprang up and reached out to him. He's scratching himself again and now the wound is dripping blood and the sight makes my heart ache.
Why does it hurt to see him hurt? Could it be the mate bond?
“Stop hurting yourself, Ezekiel…. Please….” I can hear my voice crack. Why is he being like this? What happened? Has he been in here for the past two days going through this pain?
Why did Nikolai lie and say that he's busy with something? And why do I feel that Nikolai knew that he's this way? Is this a normal scenario?
He tries to push me away again but I hold him tight and hug him. He is even weak right now. It's so easy to hold him down. He's struggling to push me away but after a few seconds, he stops and allows me to hold him. I think he has realized it's me. I don't know why I feel a bit happy because he stopped struggling now he knows that I'm the one holding him.
He buried his nose in the croak of my neck and inhaled my scent. He starts nibbling my neck as if he wants to take in all my scent. I think the mate bond is calming him down.
“I shouldn't want you. I hate you but yet I crave for you,” he mutters, still nibbling my neck. I feel his wet tongue lick through my neck and he suddenly starts sucking it.
I should push him away but I can't in this situation. Something is wrong with him and he needs me.
“You are her daughter. I hate her and I should hate you too, but why is it so difficult?” he continues to complain. Suddenly he pushed me to the floor hovering above me. His blood drips a bit from his wound down to my cloth.
“I want you so bad, little monster and it hurts. It hurts so much.” He rests his head on my forehead. “What should I do? Should I stop being a coward and accept the bond?”
“Yes, you should.” I don't know when the word leaves my mouth. He raises his head and stares at me. His dark eyes hold a lot of emotions. This is my first time seeing it in his eyes. It makes him look human and not the cold asshole I know.
“I really want to. I want to possess every part of you, Dalia,” he says as he brings his lips to my neck and sucks it. I take in a deep breath feeling the tingles in my body.
“I can't believe the pain went away with your touch.” He adds.
I knew it. He was definitely in pain. But what caused it? He was perfectly okay two days ago. I would have said he hurt himself, but the only wound on him is the scratches which he probably inflicted on himself.
“Are you my redemption?” He asks in a whisper. “Why you?”
What happened one hundred years ago? Whatever that happened, it's affecting Ezekiel badly. It's making him be in denial of his feelings. Or maybe he doesn't have feelings for me and it's the mate bond. But he doesn't want to accept it because of whatever happened one hundred years ago even though he wants to.
“Can you tell me what happened one hundred years ago?” I find myself asking as he goes back to sucking and sniffing my neck.
“You will not want to know.”
“I want to.”
“No. I can't tell you.”
“Why?”
He stops sucking my neck and pulls his eyes to look into mine. “Because it won't be nice to tell you.”
‘Why?’ I want to ask, but I know he won't give me the answer I need. What I know is that whatever it is that happened involves my mother and that's why he hates me and refuses to accept the mate bond. I wonder what my mother did for him to hate her so much.
My mother doesn't tell me much about the war. I once asked her how Ezekiel managed to temporarily send the devils back to hell because I was fascinated with what he did, but she didn't give me an answer.
Even when I ask her why the devils want so badly to destroy us because there must be a reason for their hatred, she refuses to tell me. The only thing she told me is that I should focus on my destiny because that's what I was born for. The only thing my mother ever did for me was training me to become strong and independent.
“But you shouldn't hate me.” I started. “I'm innocent in all of this. I don't know what happened. If you think my mother did you wrong just know that she has done worse to me. Believe me I didn't know what a mother's love feels like. I didn't get to live a normal life. All my life I was constantly reminded that I was born for one thing and that's to stop the war. To keep the devils in hell, which I have no clue on how to lock the gate and stop them from getting out.”
After letting out what's in my heart. He doesn't say anything and just keeps staring at me as if this is the first time he's seeing me. He raises his hand and brushes his fingers through my ear as he tuck it behind my ear.
“I don't think I can resist it anymore. I want to owe and mark you. I want to make you mine, little monster. I really want to.” His voice is strained. He's conflicted again. To make this decision is hard for him. He wants me so bad but he's still restraining himself.
“We can take it one step at a time. You don't have to accept me in one go. We can make it work. We just need to try,” I say as I raise my hand and touch his cheeks. His eyes….. there's so many emotions in there. He just couldn't hide it. I can see how much he wants this and I'm ready to lead the way.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks. I almost laughed because he sounds like a baby begging for something impossible.
I nod and he quickly crashes his lip on me, kissing me deep as if he has been starving. Well, I'm not sure he has eaten for the past two days. But I don't think he's starving for food, but for my lips.