Chapter 47 He turned into his wolf
Celine's POV
I let the door open. “Tristan?”
He winked. “You wanted me to come, didn't you?”
Oops.
I smiled, but a smile wasn't necessary, was it?
Then I kept a straight face. He wasn't even making it easier. He should return with a smile or do something that would keep the flow of this moment, but he was waiting for me to say something.
Okay, I was supposed to nod? I didn't think I should do that. I didn't want to look too fragile, or like someone who could be easily convinced.
I needed to keep my stance.
“And you would have called me to come over.” He pouted his lips.
I could never have imagined him doing that. For someone as fierce as he was.
But as I thought of it… he wasn't one-sided. He had all sides to match the mood. He could portray a soft nature, then the next second look too challenging to even approach.
It came off as unsettling, but somehow interesting, if I had to admit.
“Tell me I'm wrong,” he went on.
Please don't put me in this tough spot. I shouldn't piss in my pants.
“Okay… I really don't know if that's true or false… I don't know.”
Then the smile I thought I saw on his face went off immediately. Just the way I feared. It became a drastic mood shift. I could never understand why things had to change like this.
“I understand it's hard to say, especially since I'm the Alpha, and you want to tell me of your rejection.”
Wait… what?
“Actually… I…”
“I understand… just say it. I already anticipated you might not accept to be my mate.”
“Wait. Listen.” I took in a breath as though I was about to spill a secret that concerned my whole life.
And that would be true. This decision was all about my life. Everything connected to it, and it was such a big risk I was taking even when I could feel the red flags in him.
I hadn't stopped getting obvious clues of the darkness and chaos in him, nor had my parents’ death stopped haunting me after moments with him.
“I’m listening.” He called me back.
My palms were tightly rubbing against my dress, suddenly sweaty.
I hadn't realized this was hard to say.
“You have something else to tell me?”
Time ticked against me.
“Yes, I do.”
“About what?”
He stepped inside the room, and I sat on the bed beside him. He crossed his arms, waiting, his presence taking over the room as always.
“Why not save whatever you have to say for later? I can wait.”
His hand relaxed on my thigh.
“No, you shouldn't wait.”
“But you're unable to. Or you wish to write it down so I read?”
“I might be feeling the connection between us…”
He raised an eyebrow. “The connection.”
“Yes, I always felt it.” I spoke too fast.
“You're just admitting it.”
“I wasn't cer—”
His lips touched mine, stopping the words from flowing out of me. But it was a relief from saying difficult lines. He should have done this right from when I started speaking.
He disengaged. “You feel better now?”
I nodded.
How did he know that would make me feel better?
The kiss was different, like he was trying to hit a target—my emotions, maybe. I’d known a good kiss could affect emotions, but never felt it like this. Colt’s was good, but this touched a different part of me.
I could sacrifice a lot for this not to stop.
“But it's not just about connection,” he said.
“What more is there to it?”
“There's also accepting.”
“Then I accept.” I let it out.
I thought about taking back my words the moment they came out. That was the decision. I’d spilled it out. I’d decided my fate. There wasn't a going back, was there?
“You said what?”
“I accept.”
He blinked, cracked his knuckles. Another moment of suspense between us.
“What are you accepting?”
I furrowed my brows. “What were we talking about?”
“I suppose it's the mate bond?”
“Yes, I accept to be your mate.”
He went silent. I could never read him effectively, but how I wished I could. It would have saved me a lot of thinking and wrong ideas.
Wrong ideas that he might not want this? That all this was just a prank he’d been using to escape boredom.
What if those ideas weren't wrong?
“Tristan?” I touched his fingers. “You aren't saying anything?”
“Are you sure?”
“I think I am… I’ve decided to stop lying to myself.”
“And how did it become obvious?”
“It built up till I couldn't deny it.”
“Is it all about the connection… or there's something more to it?”
I shook my head. “It's all about the connection… you… you don't believe me?”
“I strongly do, but I almost took your life to perform the Scarlet Ascension.”
“But you stopped because you felt the connection.”
“I did but…”
My heart had started pounding hard as though I was facing trial. Each word he said had weight. If even one was wrong, then everything had gone wrong.
My imagination said the words before he did. I imagined both a bad and a good one.
Please, this next word shouldn't be bad.
“But you don't know me.”
That was neutral.
“You also don't know me, but time will help with that.”
He leaned in closer again, his left hand kneading my left boob. I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally. Then he kissed me, his hand not leaving me. It was so intentional that I assisted his hand on me by making him press harder.
“Celine… follow me.”
We got to another spot that was filled with glowing flowers that strangely had almost the same scent as him—scent of rust. It also had a pool at the center of everything.
“This is a hidden spot.”
“It feels so hidden and beautiful.” I smiled with ease.
“We should start from here.”
He started taking off his shirt and trousers until he was fully exposed, naked.
“You could take off yours if you want to.”
Why not?
Without a second thought, I started undressing.
But then, I heard the cracking sound of bones—his bones.
He was changing.
In the twinkle of an eye, I stood before a white wolf.