Chapter 23

Chapter 23

It had been two weeks away from home, from the town I had lived all of my life in, two weeks since my father died and two weeks since I had been here—as a prisoner. All in all, it wasn't as bad I believed it to be. I wasn't dead yet, and Gerald hadn't found me.

It was easy for me to get used to being alone as I had spend most of my life by myself, away from my family.

I continued to wonder how my hometown looked like now without anyone. Or had it been claimed by Nicholas? With barely any survivors, I doubted there was anyone even living there. The fire must've burned down most of the town.

It had been two days since I last saw Nicholas which was at the shooting range. Since then, he hadn't come to me and with the constant restrictions, I couldn't leave my room unless it was completely necessary and most of the time it wasn't.

Two days since he hadn't touched me.

I craved it for it more than anything else. I didn't know how much it was affecting me till I found myself trapped in my bedroom, wondering about nothing but him.

It was a Saturday evening. The trees outside the window of my bedroom wavered with the strong wind swirling. It was a cold night and nothing kept me warm even when I buried myself under thick blankets.

My heart was aching. Several emotions were coming to me at once and consuming me altogether. I ducked, covering my face with the blanket and rolled over the bed again.

Sleep didn't come to me even when my belly was full. My thoughts shifted to my mother and I began to miss her terribly. If she had been here, everything would've been different. She would've never let anything happen to me.

I pressed my eyes shut tight, holding myself together back from sobbing and wetting my face with tears.

When it didn't work, I stood up and charged out of the door before the four walls of my bedroom suffocated me to death. I reached near to the stairs but before I rushed down, I heard a voice coming from the end of the hallway.

My ears perked, senses heightening.

It was a bit to early for Nicholas to be here tonight. With his recent distance, I was forced to think I may had said or done something wrong to him, or maybe he no longer wanted to play around with me.

I walked across the hallway, heading to left before I went across another one and found Nicholas' room door open wide, inviting me straight in. I stepped bare-feet inside, forgetting my shoes back in my room and instead of finding him, I found someone else.

A woman.

She was seated on the edge of his bed with one of her long leg folded across the other one while she wore a tight, thin dress around herself, propping her curves even under the dim light of the room. My lips parted in surprise. It wasn't what I expected.

"Where's Nicholas?" I asked her, my voice lower while my eyes wandered around the room. My head went straight to the place where it wasn't supposed to go.

"He's taking a shower. Shouldn't be long." The woman responded, leaning back. Her straight, long hair fell over her shoulders while a smile curled over her lips which were painted in red lipstick.

I stepped back from the door. "Oh, okay." I whispered, collecting my thoughts and swallowing hard at the same time.

He was fucking her. Surely. There was a woman sitting on his bed, barely clothed while he was in the shower.

I turned away from the door and walked back while something washed over my face. Surprise. I didn't know he was sleeping with someone, or even had a woman. He told me he didn't have a mate and that made me believe he wasn't dating anybody.

But this. I didn't think straight.

I went into my room and closed the door behind, feeling a bit of defeat. All the intimate moments, they were nothing and I should've known. He was a man, a male alpha wolf ridden with desire. They fiddled with women all around.

It meant nothing.

I should've known.

My chest rose and dropped as I stood in the middle of my room, collecting my thoughts. I bit the inside of my cheek, registering what I had seen.

Sometime passed before I heard doors slamming and opening, footsteps moving across the hallway and some voices. When it past my room, I opened the door and peeked outside. It barely had been ten minutes.

Did they—I didn't want to go there.

I went forward, reaching the edge of the floor. My hands went over the railing and I looked down near to the foyer where I found the woman leaving. She was dressed as the same I had seen her—nothing vividly different or maybe I couldn't see anything.

I didn't know much about the details of sex.

I heaved in a quick breath and held it before turning around when I found Nicholas heading upstairs. He had seen me. There was no use to run back into my room and act like I hadn't seen anything.

"You're lurking around again, devil. I warned you, didn't I?" He came up and slipped his hand away from the handrail before standing in front of me.

I pressed my back against the railing, and my neck stretched as I shot a glare at him. He was fully clothed but the first two buttons his shirt were open, revealing part of his chest. I rose my head higher while feeling a chill crawling up my spine.

"I wasn't lurking—" I paused, finding words. "I just heard a voice and I was curious. Did you sleep with her?" The question came out of nowhere. As much as I wanted to bury it, it didn't stay in.

The side of his mouth tipped into an amused grin. "Why do you want to know?" He asked.

I shrugged and looked elsewhere, anywhere but him.

He closed in and I moved back while holding the railing tight. A little more and I was going to fall off it. My feet went backward and my heart raced.

"I don't know. I was just—" I couldn't find the words no matter how hard I tried. My mind went completely blank at his question.

"I didn't sleep with her," He assured while his mouth lined straight. "But I've fucked her more times you've had your birthday and if it wasn't for something even more tempting and entirely bewitching, I would've and you would've heard it even if you had dozed off."

I wheeled to the side while blood rushed up to my cheeks. The surroundings around Nicholas became a blur as his words registered in my head. I understand what he wanted to tell me and it made me feel different and even a little frightened.

My lids lowered before I rushed back to my room and closed the door behind.

There were two ways out of this, either this room or his room, and I wasn't ready to take his wrath.

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