Chapter 65: His voice

Hazel’s thoughts surprised her.

How could Damien, an Alpha known for his ruthlessness and cold brutality tease her?

But looking at it, he had not only teased her, recently, he seemed to care for her more than he initially did.

It was odd, but Hazel didn’t feel comfortable.

She even seemed to…like it.

Hazel had no idea why it was like that, but she didn’t want to think too much about it right now. For now, she just didn’t want to be alone.

“So you really were crying.” He added calmly.

His tone wasn’t mocking, neither was his expression. So, after a moment of hesitation and seeing that there was not the least bit of judgment in his gaze, Hazel finally nodded slowly.

“I…was.”

It was her first time admitting something like that out loud, but surprisingly, it made her feel better.

Damien stared at her, he liked Hazel's strong and stubborn side, but he liked this side of her even more. She was like a pup, who had finally learned to cozy up to its owner.

“Were you scared?” He asked again, in a softer tone this time.

Hazel took a longer time to reply, but she still did.

“Slightly.” She said, her voice lower than a whisper.

She had not been slightly scared, she had been terrified. She even had thoughts of killing herself after the deed was done to her. That was enough to show how horrified she had been.

Both parties fell silent, but it wasn’t an awkward type of silence. For the first time, they didn’t find each other’s company annoying or infuriating.

It was peaceful.

And different.

Hazel could tell that something seemed to have changed between them, but she can’t tell what it was.

Damien finally spoke up, “You want me to stay, is the proud princess willing to sleep in the same bed with me?”

Actually, Damien knew he could do anything he wanted to her, he knew he didn’t need her permission to sleep on his own bed and in his chamber, but for some reason, he asked her.

Hazel was also surprised, so she fell silent.

Damien didn’t comment further on that, he had no plans on staying on the bed with her initially. She was still sensitive after what happened, he didn’t want to stimulate her.

At this point, Damien had not even realized how considerate he was being of her. Something he had never done before.

However, before he could say what he was thinking, Hazel interrupted him.

“Well, I didn’t say you can’t sleep here. It’s your bed after all.” She said, averting her gaze.

For some reason, Hazel’s cheeks burned.

She felt as though she was inviting him to sleep with her and it was somewhat embarrassing.

At this time, the rain suddenly started falling outside and no one in the chamber spoke.

Damien glanced down at Hazel, his eyes dark.

Does she even know the implications of what she had just said? Inviting him to sleep with her on the same bed?

“Hazel, you don’t really think that we would just be sleeping, right?” He asked, his gaze intense.

He was pushing the limits, and testing her boundaries.

He wasn’t so insensitive to touch her, but he wanted to know what her reaction would be. Would she flare up like she normally would? Or would she…

But, contrary to his thoughts, Hazel said nothing. She only lowered her head, hiding the emotions in her eyes.

Actually, what she didn’t tell him and didn’t even dare admit to herself was how comfortable and safe his presence made her feel, so much that she was willing to share a bed with him knowing clearly what that could lead to.

Well, they’ve already done it. There’s no point pretending anymore, and there’s no harm in doing it again.

Moreover, doing it with Damien was better than any other man and it also felt…good.

That thought made Hazel feel like crawling into a hole, how could she have thoughts like that?

Damien did not continue pressing on the issue, “You can rest assured, I won’t touch you.”

Although, every part of him wanted nothing more than to press her down and have her way with her, and staring at her face and being in such close proximity with her was not helping things, he still decided not to touch her.

Damien also could not understand himself.

For years, touching a woman has been the least of his worries. It might be that he never met a woman who could attract him like Hazel did, but he was never interested in any woman.

But with Hazel, it was an entirely different case.

Damien could not imagine how he would have coped if he didn’t have any restraining ability, he would have not been able to resist touching her each and every time.

Damien no longer hesitated and got on the bed.

At that moment, the rain had grown heavier and a trace of chill crept into the room, making Hazel shiver despite the fact that she had her body covered with his coat that smelled so nice she didn’t want to part with it.

It was their first time sleeping next to each other in such a conscious state. They kept some distance, lying with their backs stiffly.

Hazel was even more rigid, she could not understand why her heart was beating so fast as well and why she was nervous, it was as though she was expecting something.

“Aren’t you cold? Is the cold enough to shield you from the cold?” Damien finally spoke, his voice entering Hazel’s ears.

Probably because it was late already, but Damien had deliberately lowered his voice, making it sound softer and a little bit raspy in Hazel’s ears.

His voice was naturally deep, and rich with authority that demanded reverence. But when he lowered it in such a manner, it lost its sharp edges, gaining a warmth that sounded more…intimate.

Why did she never notice that Damien had such a good voice?