CHAPTER 5— WHO'LL TAKE THE BED

Slowly he reached for her face, wiping the single teardrop that streamed down her cheek. “Don’t cry, at least not because of me...”

Celia shifted away from him. “Don’t touch me, you’ve done enough and you’ve said enough too. I swear to god I hate you with every string that makes up my heart and nothing you do will ever change that. I regret coming here, I should’ve stay away from you, but my stupidity apparently has no bounds.”

She wiped her eyes and refused to fixate them on him. “I want to go back home, to my people, to Celeste...I shouldn’t have had to lose my old life because of you.”

“It’s harsh, but I can’t let you go back...at least not yet...” He grabbed her by the wrist again and continued to pull her down the hall.

It seems the ball was over because when they went back onto the floor, only a few persons were inside. Xavier pulled her pass them all and headed up a long narrow stairs. “My room is at the very top, that’s where you’ll be staying and just in case you even think of running away, know that there are men on patrol and as soon as it hits 10:00, men guard my door. The windows are too high for you to jump, werewolf or not, it will kill you.”

“I’d rather die trying than sta—”

“That’s nonsense, stay civil and you stay alive, no need to go above and beyond.”

Celia drew up her slightly runny nose and glared at each step as she went up them. Why was he kidnapping her?

He wanted nothing to do with her...he didn’t love her...why was he keeping her here against her will?

Celia didn’t get it and honestly she didn’t want to. Every time she tried to understand him, she ended up getting hurt and it’d be the same thing this time. She wasn’t a fool, she could climb down those damn windows...after all, she had climbed up them in order to get into the ball.

She wouldn’t let Xavier play with her anymore, she was done. Every word that leaves his lips slices through her like a knife, he used her, slept with her despite not wanting her and instead of apologizing, he tells her that she wasn’t a virgin.

So what?

He wasn’t a virgin when he slept with her either, he couldn’t have been, he had rocked her world like a pornstar and now he was playing Saint, making her feel as though she was the only one who did something wrong.

If anybody was wrong, if anybody didn’t deserve love, it was him. He was too cruel and Celia hated the goddess for mating her to him.

Zillon had once promised her that she’d find love from not within him, but from somebody else, somebody like her mate, but she wouldn’t get love from Xavier...

His only love interest was Zillon’s mate... ‘Celeste’...

Celia clenched her fist...f*cking heartless piece of sh*t, Celeste and her were almost the same person, they weren’t identical twins, but it was almost impossible how much they looked alike, their personalities were different though.

Celeste was an omega, she was submissive, physically weak and Celia was different. She came out like her parents, she was a beta; she was strong, physically, but mentally, Celeste was much stronger. She dealt with things Celia could’ve never, she was so brave, and despite being weak, despite being submissive, she had trudged pass so many borders.

Celia looked up to her honestly, she could’ve never done what she did. The pain of having a mate that wants nothing to do with you was painful enough and Celeste had endured it all until she had Zillon in the very palm of her hands...

It’s sad that even without having to try, she had Xavier there too...

Clenching her hands even tighter, Celia turned to Xavier. Should she pity him, for wanting who he could never have, or should she pity herself for doing the same?

She was confused, she didn’t kno—

“We’re here, it’s a long way, I know...but I’m not a very social person.”

Celia turned away from him and towards the door they stood in front of. He twisted the knob, effortlessly pushing the door open. He stepped inside first, pulling Celia behind him. “I’m aware that you hate me, but there’s only one bed in here. We’ve slept together before, I suppose it won’t be a probl—”

“I don’t want to sleep anywhere near you.”

“Well that’s sad...there’s the floor.”

Celia turned to glare at him. “You’re the one who kidnapped me, I should at least be comfortable, you sleep on the floor.”

“It’s my room, Celia and moreover, a king doesn’t sleep on the floor.”

The sound of the door closing had Celia turning to it, then back to Xavier. “I’m not sleeping on the floor, you have no vacancy to put a victim and yet you kidnapped me? Why?”

“I told you already, I chose you to be Luna.”

“Why?”

“Aren’t you my mate? You were born to be Luna.”

“Then wasn’t I born to be loved too? I’m suppose to stay here and be Luna while you do everything in your power to not love me? It’s better you send me home, Xavier...this makes no sense. Is hurting me your aim? Is making me feel unwanted, dejected, insufficient your aim? I don’t get it, why choose me when you don’t want me? Why...?”

Xavier sighed, taking off the robe he wore. “I already answered you, I’m not obligated to explain anything else to you.”

He let her hand loose and walked over to the closet, pulling its doors open. His hands drifted down to the hem of his shirt and in slow motion, Celia watched as he pulled it over his head, displaying the bareness of his upper body.

It was only his back and yet Celia couldn’t help but look. The urge to touch was strong enough to have her taking a shaky step back. It looked just as she remember it, his muscles beautiful and prominent, so strong, so firm...

He took a shirt from the closet and threw it over his shoulder before taking out another and throwing it at her. Celia barely caught it, her eyes were too busy gobbling him up as soon as he turned around.

If not before, his scent was killing her now, clogging her nostrils and making the need to draw closer even stronger. The front was more beautiful than the back, his pecs were so perfect, his abs too...he really did look like a man made in the finest part of heaven. He looked so ethereal, made with every ounce of perfection.

Instead of another step back, Celia took one forward, giving in to the urge to be close. Her legs moved slow as she continued to walk and yet she stood in front of him in no time.

Her hands that were clenched by her side reached forward, but before she could touch, the black shirt he had thrown over his shoulder fell over his body, wholly covering it.

Her eyes drifted up to his face, her hands quickly falling back at her sides. “Xa—”

“Have you made up your mind? Where will you be sleeping? On the floor or with me?”

Without thinking, Celia stepped even closer to him, “with you...”

“There’s the door to the bathroom, go change into the shirt I gave you, it should be big enough to cover you up.”

He then proceeded to walk right pass her and over to the bed.

Celia turned towards him, feeling a little ashamed. He must’ve noticed, she knew it had been clear in her eyes, clear in her scent, she was aroused, she wanted him and ye...

She marched into the bathroom and when was done changing, she came back out with nothing but glowering eyes. “On second thought, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“There are blankets in the closet, use those and you can have a pillow too.”