Chapter 52 EZEKIEL
EZEKIEL
They all worship and love Selene, so it wasn't that hard for them to accept Dalia the moment they found out she's Selene’s daughter. They were so happy. Even the pack members. They said that Selene sent her to them to help them with the war. They no longer care if she's a lycan or a werewolf. Some even called her a guardian Luna.
“Congratulations, Dalia,” Nikolai says as he hugs her slightly. We are out of the hall and Dalia is relaxed now. She's happy that the pack members accepted her.
“Thank you Niko,” she beams.
“Niko. Isn't that a pet name.” I can't believe I'm jealous right now. Dalia has never called me any pet names. So I think I have every right to be jealous.
“Calm down, Ezekiel, me and Dalia have a special bond and you can't break it,” Nikolai says with a smug smirk. That asshole is just making me more jealous. I mean anyone would be jealous if they find out that their mate has a special bond with a person other than them.
Dalia kisses my cheeks as she says with a smile. “Don't be jealous, Ezekiel, I'm all yours.”
I don't think it's wrong to say that those words made my heart swell. It made me fall more in love with her and also made me regret (the more) ever being an asshole to her. I promise myself to treat her well from now on. I will give her all the love she deserves.
“I can't believe you chose him over me, Dalia. You are such a bad friend,” Nikolai says with a pout. I couldn't help the smile that spread on my lips. He always acts like a kid that you won't believe that he's over a hundred years old.
Dalia laughs at his little shenanigans. Even Creigh that doesn't give a reaction to anything smiles and shakes his head. Lena is the one quiet. She has been this way for a while now and I wonder what's going on. Lena is just like a kid sister to me, so I always like seeing her happy no matter what.
“Lena, are you okay?” I ask. She smiles and nods her head. The smile definitely looks forced. Something is bothering her. Maybe she doesn't feel okay saying it here, I will ask her later.
“Congratulate Kiel, and to you too, Dalia,” she says with the same forced smile as she hugs me and Dalia. “Now we are going to prepare for the mating ceremony. I will make sure it's splendid.”
I know she's happy about this because this is what she wants. She wants me to accept my feelings for Dalia. She's one of the people that knows I love Dalia but was deceiving myself. I'm happy she likes Dalia, and I know she will create a great bond with her.
“Thank you Lena,” Dalia says with a smile. She looks happy and I love it. I want her to be happy, and from now on I will always make her happy.
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It's night, and I can't sleep. I toss on the bed, trying to force myself to sleep but sleep it's not coming. The fact that Dalia is a few rooms away from me is making it hard. I want her. I want her so badly that it hurts to restrain myself. I want to wrap my hands around her. Keep her head on my chest and inhale her intoxicating scent while I sleep.
After a while, I climb down from the bed and walk towards my window. I'm just so restless right now.
I look at the night sky…. Anything that can take my mind away from Dalia. Away from her delicate lips or her taste. And the feel of her body. I close my eyes, trying to stop thinking about her but it's not helping. Erik is making it hard by putting the picture of her beautiful face in my mind. Ever since I accepted my feelings for Dalia, he has been so happy. And all he wants is to be close to Dalia always.
I've always known myself to have self control but whenever it comes to Dalia it always seems like a foreign thing to me. And Erik makes it worse.
I don't have to do anything with her, I just want to see her face and touch her. Yeah, I know the last time I saw her was a few hours ago but it now feels like a decade. I will probably see her in the morning but I want to see her now.
Without thinking, my legs took me to the front of her room. I don't know what's going on with me, but ever since I accepted my feelings for her, I've been wanting her so bad. I could eat her if she let me. I want her to always be by my side. I want to sleep with her in my arms and wake up with her in my arms.
I want to knock on her door but I know that will wake her up. Luckily, she didn't lock the door. I'm happy and angry at the same time. How can she sleep without locking her door? I know she's strong and can protect herself but it's not advisable to sleep without locking your door as a girl.
I open the door and walk in. My eyes find her sleeping peacefully in the king size bed. She looks tiny on the bed. Anyone seeing her will be deceived thinking that she's just a weak fragile thing that only knows how to cry. Not knowing that she's a spitfire. My little monster.
I smile like a fool as I think about how she stood up against me the first time we met. I didn't expect her to be so little. I'm sure she's either 4’10 or 4’11. I underestimated her and she showed me the reason I shouldn't try it again.
I gently walk up to her on the bed. She's at the center of the bed so I sit beside her and shift a little to get to her. I'm so gentle because I don't want to wake her up. I don't want her to see me as a creep that snuck into a woman's room in the middle of the night.
I raise my fingers and gently run it through her face. She's so beautiful. I can watch her all day without getting tired of her face. I love the spark that erupts my finger as I touch her. I run my fingers through her hair as I tugs the hair that falls on her face behind her ear. She stirs in her sleep and leans to my touch. I thought she would wake up but she didn't.
Why is she so beautiful even when she's sleeping? Her natural blush, her pouty lips…. Makes her look so irresistible. I don't want someone to ever see her this way. This look of hers is mine alone.
I run my fingers through her hair, to her cheeks, down to her lips. It lingers there, and all I want is to smack my lips on it. Suck it deep and savor her taste. I continue to rub her lips not knowing when she slowly opens her eyes. I quickly retreated my fingers but I was so stunned to leave the bed. She blinks her eyes, looking like a confused doll. Her face is flushed and she looks so beautiful. She looks at me with her beautiful doe eyes. Her eyes are one of her features I love.
“Ezekiel?” She rubs her eyes as she sits up. That's when I realized that I'm still sitting on the bed. I move back as I stand up tall. I bite my lips not knowing what to say. Why the fuck did I come here. I'm such a freaking creep.