Chapter 29 Concerned master
Chapter 29: concerned master
Milo pov
He didn’t come closer again, Instead, he crouched at a distance, hands raised like I was some wounded, cornered animal. Which, I guess, I kind of was.
“How is your body?” he asked. My eyes widened.
Was that concern in his voice, I wondered silently. His eyes continued to scan my body as if checking for any lingering wounds.
I nodded, unable to talk. My brain failed me at the crucial moment. I couldn’t speak, and I didn't trust myself from speaking at the moment. It was a miracle I had not burst into tears already.
The memories of the punishment were still fresh in my brain, seared deep in my mind for months to come.
“Milo,” he called gently, snapping me away from my thoughts. “Let me help you, please answer me?”
His voice… the way he called my name in a pleading way. With so much tenderness and gentleness. I felt my heart slip a beat. Before, it started racing a little too quickly. And judging from his raised eyebrows, he sensed it, his brows furrowing the more.
I nodded quickly, to tell him that I was not the problem here. It was my body that refused to cooperate with me. As if they had a mind of their own. Or maybe my newly awakened wolf was the one responsible.
Had they known? The time before I fainted, I remembered looking into the executioner's eyes…, the urge to kill him had overwhelmed me.
Master crossed the space slowly, his hands still raised up, to the table I hadn't noticed was beside the bed filled with medicinal herbs. I didn’t move throughout, my eyes fixed on his raised hand, high on alert.
The room was so quiet, left for the wild beating of my heart that refused to stop. The smell of herbal tea filled the room. Master was preparing the tea on the table. He didn’t speak again after trying to get me to speak with no success.
I watched his hands move in fluid smooth motion, like he had practiced the art of healing, his attention focused on what he was doing.
My thoughts began to wonder, having those rough, gentle hands run through my skin, igniting the fire that was already rising inside me. how it would feel to surrender myself to him completely, laid bare and wide spread, as his practiced talented hands work their way through…
“...Here, the healers say you should not miss your doze.” I didn’t know when he had finished and was standing in front of me, but making sure to keep enough space between us.
My face burned deep red. I couldn’t believe that just from looking at him, I had just fantasized about him two times in a row since my awakening.
What has been wrong with my body since I woke up?...
“Hey Milo, are you with me?” he called out, his hands reaching for me, but stopped midway when I backed away.
He was treating me like… I mattered, and I guess that was the problem. Why now?
Why care after everything?
Why didn’t he care when I was chained, or when I was bleeding or screaming for help?
He didn't sound angry, even though I didn't respond to any of his talks, or I continued to flinch away from his touch.
It should’ve brought comfort to me, but
It didn’t.
All I could think about was how these same eyes stared at me that day without emotions, watched me scream, and beg for help. Even watched me faint from the pain. That man… that version of him was the only one I continued to see.
So what was this?
Was this a trick?
Some twisted tactic to mess with my head? Or some kind of twisted torture to break me emotionally.
I kept my eyes low, forcing myself not to pull away. Not because I trusted him, maybe before I had, but not now, and I know that my wolf judging from how quiet he had gone.
Every instinct inside me screamed to put distance between us. To pull away from him…But I forced myself to stay still. Because a part of me… an unknown part of me - wanted to believe in what I was seeing. I wanted this version of him to be real.
I reached for the cup with trembling hands. Making sure not to make skin contact.
“It's safe,” he said, looking at me, as if to tell me that it was not poisonous. I downed the content. In one gulp. I am already feeling the warm feeling spread from my throat down to different parts of my body.
“I didn't expect... this,” he said under his breath, watching me with something like amazement.
That was when I realised that I was kinda enjoying the medicine a little too much.
I didn’t respond. Embarrassment filled me, as I didn’t realise I had moaned out.
“You’re healing faster than I expected.”
I glanced up, startled.
His eyes studied my skin where the worst wounds should’ve been, but where now faded scars.
I had noticed it before, but I chose not to think much about it. These injuries… they should’ve kept me bedridden for a week or even months considering my Omega genes. At least. But my strength was trickling back faster than it ever had.
Faster than what was normal.
Something stirred uneasily in my gut. The fire from my dreams. My wolf speaking to me after 18 years of silence, then the murderous urge I had felt that day. I could feel that something in my body was changing, and it bothers me that I didn't understand what it was.
And judging from the baffled look on the master's face, he didn't know either. But he didn't sound angry about it…I could have said he looked… intrigued.
But that didn’t ease the war inside my chest.
I cleared my throat. Wincing at how scratchy and croaked it sounded.
“What… What happened to me?”
He looked at me, really looked at me like it was the first time he saw me.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
I didn’t like the way he said it. Like I was a puzzle, or a surprise he hadn’t planned for.
Before I could say anything else….
Knock Knock Knock.
The sound made me jump, my body trembling uncontrollably.
Master’s entire body tensed.
The warmth on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by the cold, calculating stare I recognized all too well. The mask was back in place.
He stood quickly and grabbed a cloak from the chair. Before making his way to open the door, leaving me to wallow in my confusion, and a growing ache I couldn't seem to understand.