Chapter 64 Heat?
ANGELICA'S POV
I don't know who those girls are who remain indifferent to their boyfriends or can stay angry at them for an extended time, because it was hell difficult for me.
After caressing me like a baby, telling me that nothing was wrong and that they would protect me from anything and everything, the men didn't leave the room.
Rather, they say on the couch, ready to sleep in that tiny space for my comfort.
I thought they were just pretending because they knew I would call them to bed, seeing how uncomfortable they were.
But none of them complained.
They sat there and slept in that strenuous position the entire night.
Even though they weren't sleeping with me, their presence provided comfort that I couldn't describe.
“What would you like to have for breakfast, Mi Vida?” Ericson asked from the kitchen.
I pretended not to hear him, continuing my scrolling on the web.
I could feel his eyes on me. He knew I heard it and was pretending, but he didn't complain. He nodded to himself and returned to the kitchen.
Within an hour, the dining table was filled with all kinds of snacks I loved.
It was too much for me, and the way he displayed it melted my heart. The guilt was now consuming me.
I didn't want them to do hard labour or give them a hard time, but I didn't want to appear so easy.
And it wasn't even about pretense. It's just…my mind was yet to come to terms with the fact that if I hadn't been their mate, they would've used and betrayed me, pretended and hurt me once again, just like Tyler did.
The thought of losing them tears my eyes, but the idea of being used hits even harder.
From the day I walked out of the pack house, which I used to think was our large base, I haven't been able to face my mom and dad.
Not because I hate them, but because looking at them brings tears.
They were parents even now, but the thought that they sacrificed the chance of having a kid of their own because of me just hurts me so much.
I talked to Mom on the call, and she asked if I was comfortable meeting her. We did meet yesterday, but I still couldn't face my stepfather.
It was a deep feeling, something I couldn't ignore.
Dylan, who had been taking care of my other necessities, rushed inside the hall and apologised for being late, snapping me out of my thoughts.
The two of them sat on either side of me.
I noticed their muscles flexed when they moved their hands to fill my plate with food, and I gulped.
This was another thing bothering me. Their beauty was unfathomable, something no sane girl could ignore, and after tasting what their touch felt like, it was practically impossible for me not to look at them with adoration and feel that pull towards them.
I didn't know if this was what they call a mate bond.
With a sigh, I looked at the food.
Ericson's cooking was mind-blowing, and I have appreciated it multiple times in the past, but that wasn't what I wanted from it at the moment.
“I know you are angry at us, mi Amore, but please don't take it out on food,” Dylan's words snapped me out of my thoughts for the second time, and I nodded.
I took a bite of the pasta Ericson made for me as he looked at me hopefully.
“It's good,” I said.
His eyes beamed. The sparkle they had lost and had been missing for two days—a glimmer of it—reappeared, and I schooled my expression.
I could see how my stern expression immediately silenced their joy momentarily.
“I saw you guys credited the salary into my account this morning. Take it back. I don't want a salary for something I didn't work for,” I said.
Dylan shook his head.
I thinned my lips, a little irritated.
“I want to switch jobs. Please tell me how to do it,” I said after a dragging silence.
Dylan's hand froze for a second while Ericson's hand slipped, and the knife cut through his palm.
I looked at the blood drops on the table, but what made my heart ache terribly was the hurt and sadness in his eyes.
“Please don't do it.” His voice was barely a whisper.
“I am sorry. Please… you said you'll give us this chance. Then, please don't. Don't go away from me. I can't live with you. Please, please,” Ericson got on his knees immediately, and tears welled in my eyes.
I quickly got on my knees to hold him.
“I am not doing this because of you, Ericson. It's just…you guys have been treating me too well. This isn't how I'll gain corporate experience. And I want to open an art gallery if possible, that–”
“I'll help you,” Dylan said.
I looked at his stern expression.
“I'll help you settle that gallery. Wherever you want, whenever you want…just…” He choked.
I closed my eyes, letting silent tears fall on my cheeks.
I have been fighting these emotions for too long.
“What is the guarantee you guys won't betray me? That you would choose me in the future? I don't care if the world is out to hunt me down and kill me, what is the guarantee that the wounds given by you won't pierce my heart?” I asked them.
They didn't answer me.
Rather than, Ericson hugged me from the front while I felt Dylan's warmth behind me.
They hugged me as if they let me go, I would vanish into thin air.
“Just believe us this once. We won't betray you. Even if I have to lie down and risk my life a thousand times, I'll do it,” Dylan whispered in my ears.
“I love you, mi vida,” Ericson whispered rather than promising anything, but the pain in their voice was enough to break the last resort, the previous shield around my heart, and I crumbled.
Once again. I crumbled before love.
I let my body loose, letting them support me before lifting my hands and hugging Ericson. I placed my other hand on Dylan's head, caressing his hair.
“I don't want to stay angry at you guys either. It hurts me too,” I whispered.
“Nothing will hurt you anymore. We promise,” They said, and I nodded.
“Can we kiss you?” Dylan suddenly asked.
To turn things light, I was about to joke around and ask him why his mind was always in the gutter when he placed his lips on my neck, Ericson following his actions.
They both kissed either side of my neck and I suddenly felt jelly.
The heat that I had felt when Keith’s people had attacked me started returning, and I winced in pain.
Was it because of my powers that Mom had mentioned, or something like that? I was only wondering when Dylan burst my bubble.
“Are you going in heat, baby?” He asked, wide-eyed.
I didn't know what it meant, but from the look Ericson gave me, his eyes dark and turning predatory, I don't think it was something incredible.
It was something dark, carnal, and full of mystery for sure.