Lunar Temptations

Ch 22

My heavy breath was the only noise between us as the realization dawned on me.

Was I turning into a madwoman? Did I just attack Zayden for sneaking into the room? I closed my eyes and waited for myself to calm down and my claws to retract. When my vision cleared back to my human one, I immediately got off him and fixed my towel. What was I thinking attacking him? What if my towel had fallen off midway? It would have been awful.

"I'm sorry, and you should have knocked," I said.

He stayed silent for a while and watched me carefully. It wasn't a desiring look or one where he would be checking me out. Instead, something else loomed in the shadows of those eyes. He looked dishevelled, and his normally tucked-in shirt was half-tucked out. His sleeves were rolled up, and the look on his face was dark and more serious than usual.

"You are safe in my house. No one can hurt you here," he said, getting off the ground, which was my doing. I had launched myself at him, stumbling both of us down. I nodded quietly.

We stood there in silence for a half-minute until Zayden motioned to my neck. "Let me," he said and didn't wait for me to reply before snatching the cream from my hand. Well, I wouldn't have been able to apply it without hissing, so I might as well let him do it. His hand smoothed over my shoulder as he gathered my hair into a ponytail before making it into a loose bun.

I didn't even dare to ask him how he knew how to do that. He had been with Audrey long before I came back, and whenever I would think of it, I couldn't help but feel guilty for walking into his life and becoming the reason for the end of their relationship. Even though it was always supposed to be my place, to begin with, I knew I didn't deserve it.

Slowly and gently, he applied the cream to my wound and would pause occasionally at my escaped hisses. After he was done, I was about to turn around and face him when his hands came back on my shoulders again.

My eyes closed shut as a thrill rushed through me when his fingers slowly massaged a spot there, avoiding my wound. I almost held back a moan when he worked harder into the tensed muscles. "Well, you do have hidden talents, Alpha Zayden," I taunted as his hands continued to work their magic. As much as my senses shouted at me to pull away, it felt too good to do so.

Just as I thought I would fall asleep, he pulled away. I turned around to find him smirking at me, amusingly.

That bastard was just teasing me again. Well, it was game on now. He wasn't the only one who could tease, after all.

I scowled before getting off the bed and speeding off to the bathroom with my clothes while cursing under my breath. That man could really work magic with those hands. I wondered if we ever mated-

Wait, Raya! What's wrong with you?! My conscience screamed, and I shook my head as if scared the devil would take over me. When I returned, he was still sitting on the bed with his head dipped low. I tried to take a good look at him, but the room was dark, and he seemed pretty tired, not to mention his disorderly attire.

"You look tired. Sleep would help," I huffed and got in the bed, hoping he would leave now because him and I being on the same bed was not a good idea. At all.

He lifted his head and gave me a look as he watched me get comfortable on the bed. Well, I was tired too, and I wasn't going to wait for him to leave to get into bed.

"You do know this is my room, right?" he asked with an arched brow, and I gaped. My eyes widened and blinked with the sudden revelation. How the f**k was this his room? I mean, there was nothing that could explain it, but what was I expecting? The wheels in my brain turned as I thought it over. He had gone into the room earlier when I was talking to Mom, and he had returned without a robe, with proper clothes on, because this was his room.

Why was I becoming dumber with each passing day? Was refraining from mating costing me my mental health too?

"But I woke up here!" I reasoned, and he seemed unfazed, giving me the same look as before. Short strands of his dark brown hair hung loosely over his forehead, and even in that look, he was managing to look hot somehow. What was it with men effortlessly looking breathtaking while we women were still struggling to get clear skin?

"I don't see how that makes this room yours," he shrugged and slumped down on the bed. I shrieked and scurried to the corner of the bed because had I ever mentioned how big and tall he was? That man had already taken half of the bed, with his legs still hanging down the side. "Yeah, but technically it is my room now," I argued and tried to tug the sheets from underneath him.

Honestly, I was far too comfortable in this room to want to leave it. It had a beautiful aura to it, and the colours were light and comforting. Since it was his room, then I doubted any other room would be like this one.

"You have this whole house to yourself. Just find another one," I continued when he didn't say anything. He looked deep in thought, and his eyes were drooping now. My senses kicked in, and I nudged his shoulder as if scared he was going to bite me. He growled lowly as if I was prey and he was warning me before an attack.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked. I opened my mouth and then closed it again.

Of course, you want him to leave! My conscience said, but something held me back from saying it. I pouted and bit my lip, pondering over it. It was his room, after all. I couldn't just make him give it up.

"No, I will," I said and got up hastily, grabbing a pillow along with me. I hadn't even made it as far as two steps when I was pulled back with force, and a hand tugged mine back. I was supposed to hold my balance, instead, I stumbled and fell face-first onto the mattress, or at least that's what I thought until I felt the hardness underneath.

My eyes opened to find myself on top of him, on the bed, where we were strictly not supposed to be.