Lunar Temptations

Ch 46

He should have trusted me for it to happen. When he couldn't believe me, then how was he supposed to earn my trust?

Unlike my parents' mansion, Zayden's house had a beautiful garden that stretched far and wide. It had several distributions, and among them was a beautiful section of plantations. A few steps from it was a sitting area, amazing for some casual gatherings. In the centre was plain and simple grass with a bench in the middle, which looked odd until you would sit on it and realize what a beautiful view of the sky it offered. I sat down on it and closed my eyes, feeling the tears roll down my eyes and to my neck. A moment of ease took over me as I let my thoughts run wild and my eyes run wet until all that was left was numbness. I laid my head down and slowly began to relax into the night. Gradually, the rustling of trees and the chirps of birds began to feel like the calmest of sounds.

It didn't last long, though. It took merely a moment or two and a wisp of air for me to smell the musky scent nearby. It was close, yet not enough. He was here but far enough for me to not know where. I could be angriest at him yet his scent would blow my senses away, nevertheless. Inhaling deeply, I didn't bother to move or stop gazing at the beautiful moonlight casting over me. He wasn't nearing, but the scent wasn't becoming distant either. It was as if he stood somewhere, and I could almost feel him watching me from somewhere I couldn't find him.

Not that I wanted to find him either. - I thought and clenched my jaws tighter, trying not to think of the bitter memory from Esther's office. He could be home or even stay in the same room as me, but my anger towards him wouldn't budge. He wanted me to trust him, see him in a different light, but how could I when he kept on f*****g it all up now and then?

As if hearing my thoughts, my phone buzzed. I had to tear my eyes away from the giant gleaming stone in the sky to the screen. It was a text from Zayden.

"Come, find me, Red." It said.

I was flushing. The fact that he called me Red and told me to come find him had nothing to do with it. My anger flushed red on my face, and I almost wanted to throw that phone away or break it, but the poor phone was too small and innocent for my rage. That man's audacity was the one that needed to be hurt right now. I clenched my jaws, my eyes hovering over the text, wanting to punch him through the screen. Did he find it funny to humiliate me in front of his mother and several guards by making me apologize? Or was it not funny enough that now he wanted me to come and find him?

Was he delusional for real? - this once, I was mouthing the question, actually asking it.

"Yes, he is delusional," I muttered to myself and put the phone down. If he thought I was going to come running after him after what he had done, then he might as well declare himself what I had already declared him.

I closed my eyes, putting my head into my lap and wrapping myself in a sitting ball. Barely a minute had passed when another text came. Groaning, I lifted my head and picked up the phone.

"Do you want answers?" It said.

I pondered over it for a while. What answers? I had so many questions, but why was he being so nice right now? Yes, getting answers from this brooding man was the 'nice' part of him. I tapped on the keyboard, typing a reply.

"Yes." Sent.

"Come find me." He replied, almost immediately.

What the hell was wrong with him? He could simply walk up to me and give me the f*****g answers. I was so done running after answers, yet I stood up, and my legs began moving without further consideration.

I am coming to find you. You better be prepared with answers or things might go south. - I thought, making my way inside bare feet. The grass felt chillier than usual, and with the passing days, winter drew closer to us. With my phone in my hand, I walked inside slowly and patiently. There was only one way to find him, and that was through feeling him and his scent. He was inside, but where exactly? I had no idea. I made my way through the kitchen, and the lounge, but found him only growing distant. I began to ascend the stairs, and that was when he finally began to near.

My first guess was our room. It was down the hallway upstairs; I darted straight towards it. If he was in there, then I might get my answers as soon as possible and be alone in peace afterwards. As much as my body always craved to be near him, my mind was a mess right now. I twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door. Across from me, the whole room was stretched in darkness, and some of the moonlight filtered through the curtains and fell onto the bed. I didn't need to check the room to know that he wasn't in there. A gust of wind blew through the windows and hit me, making chills rip through me. His scent was around me, everywhere, and it was so hard to focus on it enough to know where he was. The scene alone was enough to alight my body with a thrill. The place was draped in darkness, and the blowing cold breeze along with the presence of an Alpha was making the insides twist in some creepy way.

The feeling that he was still around me somewhere in the dark made my heart pound, my throat dry, and my body on fire. Something about it all was enthralling and creepy at the same time. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to find the source of the intoxicating scent. I used to hear all types of stories about your mate's scent, and growing up, I thought of them as mere fairytales or myths until that day when I first felt Zayden. It was as if a blow of that scent could electrify me to death, and I would love every bit of it.

I moved through the floor with slow and steady steps. It had many rooms, and I checked only a few more before realizing he wasn't there either.

Where was he?