My Husband's Mate Is My Sister

Chapter 7

~FREYA~

I couldn't sleep. I was in the comfort of my own bed, my own room, but still, my body didn't want to obey. All I could think about was Lucas lying on the sofa only a few feet away from me.

I always knew this day would come but now that it was finally here, I was definitely not prepared for the whirlpool of emotions.

I wanted to be closer to him. It felt strange. Lucas wasn't my mate, but for some reason, I knew that his nearness would make me happy.

Any woman would consider herself lucky to be married to this man. Not just because of his looks or experience on the battlefield. Not even due to the fact that he belongs to a powerful family but simply because of his heart. He was pure and sweet, and it was hard to find that in a man. Lucas had all the qualities any sane woman would be looking for.

Unlike me, he was fast asleep. I let out a frustrated sigh as I pulled the blankets off me and stepped out of bed.

I slowly walk up to him, careful not to make a sound. The last thing I wanted was for Lucas to wake up and find me next to him. His actions have proven time and time again that he would rather keep a reasonable distance away from me.

Just like when he refused to kiss me. I was probably the first bride whose groom refused to kiss her on their wedding day. I knew that his actions would spark a lot of controversy. It is evident from the start that it wasn't a love marriage, but to not kiss me in front of hundreds of guests was something that not many could digest.

I could almost hear the laughter from women who felt pity for me but were truly envious and couldn't wait to see me fall. I've met quite a few ladies like that in the past. It’s the same reason that I don't have many friends today. I've always confided mostly in my sister, but now, we've drifted apart because of this situation. It's not like we could speak about Lucas to one another. It was a conversation that we may never have now that I was the one married to him.

I slowly drop to my knees near the sofa; when I'm sure that he's still asleep, I take my slow time looking over his features. His hair is a beautiful shade of dark brown that's currently blocking his eyes as he sleeps. I slowly reach out and move it back a little; it doesn't help; his hair just returns to where it originally was.

His nose is straight and quite attractive, the most attractive nose I've ever seen on any man before. His eyelashes are long and even more beautiful than mine.

My eyes travel lower to his pink lips. I knew that I shouldn't be staring at them, and if Lucas were to wake up and see me like this, he would surely try to leave the room. The last thing I wanted was to make him uncomfortable. Yet, for some reason, I couldn't command my feet to move. I felt stuck to the ground.

What would it have felt like if he had kissed me today? Would it have felt like nothing? Or would I have felt some kind of spark? I didn't know much about kissing or any kind of intimacy for that matter. Father made sure that Avery and I were not close to a single man. He wanted to keep us untouched for our husbands.

However, it would seem as though I would remain untouched for a long time now that Lucas was the man I was married to.

I couldn't believe that I was now his wife. At one point, it felt like this day would never happen. Lucas tried his best to prolong it, always disappearing on trips to help his family without my father knowing, or making up some excuse for the wedding not to take place. This time, he didn't have a choice but to say yes since we were only aware of the wedding recently.

It's funny that the two people getting married didn't even know of their own wedding.

Lucas shifts on the sofa, and my breath gets stuck in my throat. His breathing grows louder and faster. It seemed as though he was having a bad dream.

I reach forward without thinking and stroke his hair, hoping that it will help him to relax.

"Avery," he whispers softly.

I fight back the pain in my chest at hearing him call out to my sister in his sleep. Why did it hurt? It's not like I wasn't aware that she meant everything to him.

"I love you."

My breath hitches.

Hearing Lucas say he loved her in his sleep was a different kind of pain.

What are you doing Freya? I quickly pulled back my hand and rushed out of the room. I'm surprised to see a guard stationed outside.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him.

“I've been instructed by your father to guard your door and ensure that neither you nor Lucas try to leave the room tonight.” He informs me.

I bit my lip in frustration.

“Can't you just let me go this once?” I ask him.

“I’m afraid not. If you refuse to listen, I will have to inform your father.”

I angrily rush back into the room, careful not to slam the door.

I couldn't believe this, I felt like a prisoner in my own home.