Chapter 69 069
Danica's POV
A soft groan escaped my lips as I ran my hand through the bed with my eyes still shut, expecting to feel someone, something, anything warm. But I didn't, and the empty and cold feeling made me force my eyes open even though I wasn't mentally ready to be awake.
As expected, Alexander wasn't beside me. Again.
And this time, the empty sting of disappointment lingered in the pit of my stomach and for some reason unknown to me, the usual optimism I always felt when I didn't find him right beside me in the morning when we spent the night together was suddenly gone for good.
To think, he'd been gone for a while. The side of the bed where he must have slept wasn't even rumpled.
'Or maybe he didn't even sleep beside you at all,' a voice muttered in my head and I felt my breath hitch. But this time, I remained composed, my expression as calm as a certified killer.
"Are you trying to mess with me? Where would he sleep if not here?" I asked, mentally slapping myself for sulking over the absence of my mate beside me when I knew very well that he wasn't a free person.
'He could have slept anywhere. There are so many unused rooms around here, you know? He could have even slept with one of the women that once kept his bed warm before your arrival, since you passed out like a light when he wasn't even done with you' the voice murmured again and my cheeks flushed deep pink, my skin hiking with layers of goosebumps.
Gosh, the thought of Alexander spending the night with some other woman made me gloat from inside out. I knew darn well that I wouldn't survive ever finding out something like that.
"Are you really my ally or what?" The question came out harsh but I couldn't even care at this point.
'Trust me, thinking about something like that makes me nauseous as shit but we haven't particularly had a fair share of good men, have we?' she muttered and the deep frown in my face slowly contoured into a pout.
"You really are my wolf, aren't you?" I asked after a beat of hesitation.
'Of course, I am. Took you long enough to hear me, dear friend. I guess being rude actually worked' she sighed in exaggerated exhaustion.
"You've tried talking to me before?" I asked, feeling almost guilty for telling her off for being rude all those times.
'I have. Ever before you accepted your bond with the Gamma. Clearly, I have better discerning eyes than you do. I saw right through the bastard from the first week of being together but no matter how much I tried to talk you out of it, you wouldn't listen to me' she explained and my eyes stung with tears.
"Then I could have saved myself all that humiliation and heartbreak if only I'd listened?" I whispered and she hummed in response.
'Probably? Or probably not? You loved him too much to ever believe it if some non-existent being told you it would end drastically anyway' she muttered and I sniffled back the tears that threatened to fall.
I'd spent all those years partly blaming my wolf... if I ever had one that is. But it turns out it was all my fault. I was the fool all along.
I was the weak one. The wolf who couldn't even hear her beast talking to her.
'Don't blame yourself, Danica. That only makes you weak' she muttered and I nodded, wiping off a stray tear with the back of my hand.
'I'm Aurora by the way' she added and a tiny smile curled up my lips.
"Nice to meet you, Aurora. I'm Danica, as you must have heard" I responded and she gave a little snort.
'Get your ass off the bed and stop sulking you bloody lover girl' she said I'm a sing-song and my expression went completely sour again.
I yanked the duvet off my body and my expression softened a bit when I saw the big shirt I was wearing. Most especially when I got a whiff of his scent. Thick, musky, powerful and utterly intoxicating.
I tried to shake off the sinful image that flashed through my mind but it did nothing to stop the lust that shot through my veins.
Holy Selene. I must have gone crazy.
Even after nearly visiting the after-life last night, I still had the energy to think about Alexander like that? I must have truly gone crazy.
I got out of bed with all the bravery I could muster because If someone says I wasn't weak, I should at least be able to play my part. And it should start from here.
Walking around and taking care of myself as usual even though the area between my legs was on fire.
Ironic, isn't it? But no one would walk for me if I didn't do it myself.
And that's why, even with the discomfort, I walked on wobbly feet, desperately biting my tongue to keep myself from cursing at Alexander for making me this way.
I was barely at the center of the room when the door clicked open.
I didn't need to turn to know who it was, but I did anyway.
"Good morning, little mate" he murmured, walking himself in to drop the tray he was carrying.
The aroma of freshly baked cookies and scrambled eggs that hit my nose made my stomach churn in the most embarrassing way ever.
How could I ever maintain a poker face after that?
"What's wrong?" He asked, walking across the room to close the distance between us. But as soon as he stood in front of me, I avoided his gaze, pretending to be uninterested in the tray or anything at all.
"As adorable as that pout is, little mate. I'd like to know if I'm the cause of it" he muttered, gripping my chin delicately before turning my face to him.
My eyes fluttered repeatedly as I fought the urge to break down in a feat of tears.
"I thought you left me to myself again" I muttered, trying to evade his grasp on my chin, but he wouldn't let me.
"You don't like that?" He asked, and I shook my head once.
"I don't. It made me feel abandoned" I whispered, and I saw his lips twitch.
"I didn't mean to make you feel that way, little mate. And I'm sorry. I just went to get you some energy booster after being so rough with you last night" he muttered and I felt heat rush to my cheeks rapidly.
"You didn't have to put it like... Arrghh!" A squeal tore through my lungs as he scooped me up in his arms so easily, it nearly knocked my breath out of me.
"Stop sulking and have a few bites, will you? Your stomach isn't as patient as you think" He said as he gently set me on the bed. And holy lights, I would have wished for the ground to open up and swallow me whole if only it could save me from this embarrassment.
He sat on the bed too, facing me. And then he placed the mini table between us.
"You didn't make this, did you?" I asked and he smirked, shaking his head in amusement.
"You think I can't?" He asked and I pressed my lips into a thin line.
"You don't seem like the type to ever step into a kitchen for the sake of baking or cooking" I said bluntly and he clicked his tongue before nodding in understanding.
"Well, they say judge NOT a book by its cover. And yes, I might not seem like the type, but I will do it for you over and over again, if I have to" he shrugged and I practically melted inside out.
He sure had a way with words.
I picked up a piece of cookie, stole another glance at him then I took a small bite.
My eyes instantly lit up at the taste because the hell have I ever tasted a cookie this delicious.
"You didn't have Jasmine tell you her secret recipe or anything before baking this?" I asked again to be sure but then he laughed.
"Does Jasmine's cookies ever taste the same way as this?" He asked and I knew he had a point because not even Jasmine had ever made a cookie this good.
I wasn't a morning breakfast person but this would definitely go all the way without any protest.