[Amor’s POV] I had rented two rooms. I had no intentions of sleeping in the same room with her. I entered my room. Zeve was sitting on the sofa with two maids trying to console her, but her hiccups were unbearable. “What the hell are you all looking at? Go get some water!” I yelled at them. “Everyone out!” Zeve got on her feet. The maids left. One of them brought a glass of water, placed it on the table, and left. I walked closer to Zeve. Sniffling, she wiped off her tears. As soon as she wiped the previous ones, new ones trailed down her cheeks. She scratched her nails, lowering her head in front of me. I reached out my hand to her cheeks, but stopped and took back my hand. “I am not lying… I don’t even know him. Please trust me. I… know what you think about me… you think… I am that kind of woman… but…” she choked on her tears. “... I am not. I don’t know why he came. Please trust me…” her voice cracked. She was still trembling, just like when she woke from the dream and hugg
[Zeve’s POV] My heats were the worst period of my life. They happened every three months and brought with them insatiable urges. Fighting those urges, this body, and its desires all alone made it the worst. Because even though I had a person I could call my lover, I never had his company during these times. Once again, Chaz was all over my mind. Even though I knew he was dead and no matter how many times I called him — confessed to him — he wouldn’t come. I was twenty-two years old and had several heats after I became reproductively mature, but Chaz never touched me. We kissed twice. That, too, was superficial, as if he was forced to kiss me. But I didn’t understand why he tried to distance himself from me when he was the one who confessed to me. I had bottled up my feelings and understood that he was beyond my reach. But he gave me hope and then took it away. Why? Yesterday was my second day and my scent was the strongest. Maybe that was the reason Amor acted like that. Just th
[Zeve’s POV] It’s been five days already, and my heat has subsided. With the doctor’s help, I didn’t even feel like I was suffering. For the first time, I could let out all my cravings and they were fulfilled immediately. The best part was Amor didn’t come to visit me, not even once. Not seeing his face for five days was like a blessing. “My lady, how are you today?” Doctor May came in. “Much better than before,” I said in high spirits. She smiled with a soft chuckle. She had brought breakfast. “Doctor May, is he in the inn?” “You mean Alpha Amor?” she asked. I nodded. “He has been in the inn all this time. He kept asking about you every day. Maybe because you aren’t married yet, so he didn’t take care of you himself, but I have never seen a man who thinks heats can be deadly. He even asked me if your life was in danger.” She chuckled. Did he really think I would die because of my heat? Stupid. There was a knock at the door, and I flinched. I heard him clear his throat, “ca
[Zeve’s POV] I stared at the only horse standing at the back door of the inn. “We are running low on budget, so we have to share a horse, is it ok?” Amor said, hanging my backpack on the carrier hook of that horse. Huh! Why was he asking me? He would do what he wanted to. My opinions never mattered and would never matter to anyone. I peered at the ground and he became silent again. I glanced at him, and he was peering at me again. What exactly is wrong with this man? “It’s lovely when you don’t speak, trust me. A good girl doing everything she is told,” he said with the fakest smile I had ever seen. I rolled my eyes. His face turned impassive in less than a second. “Your obedience — it’s pissing me off. Kindly get back to your I-am-your-death self.” “Why? So that you can call her a whore, humiliate her and rip off her clothes in front of everyone, question her character when you barely knew her for a day or two? No thanks. I neither have the energy nor motivation to go through
[Zeve’s POV] Amor clearly heard me, but he didn’t reply. Well, I did not expect him to, anyway. After that, I didn’t talk to him either. We crossed massive mountains that had owned the green colour of the grass in their foots. But towards their peak they lost all colours and with abstract clouds surrounding them, they owned the greyish white colour near the horizon. Wildlife was quite active in the grey light of the night. No torches, no fire lit the grasslands, ponds, icecaps of the mountains, yet the serenity in them was out of this world. Birds chirped as if they were beckoning something they had been longing for years. The echoing silence amplified even the faintest cries of a deer and added it to the melody of the nature. I kept looking left then right simultaneously to capture everything I was seeing in myself forever. Beyond that cage was a world so free, so beautiful. The dancing plants, the alive and frivolous wildlife, the arrogant mountains and the gentle rivers slicing
[Zeve’s POV] Those whimpers were like whispers of too many people crying at the same time. It brought back my memories from childhood when I was a kid. I used to hear such echoing whimpers of several people constantly. Along with those memories, those whimpers brought an ache in my chest, too. I looked at my wavy reflection in the lake and smiled. I had been the only one beside me all this time and I will be the only one for me until I die. I had gone through a lot of things on my own and it wouldn’t change in the future. My tears disturbed my reflection in the lake. But sometimes I really wished to have a company. Because it was scary. I drew in a deep breath and hugged myself, squatting at the edge of the lake. I buried my face in my arms, wrapped around my knees. This position had become my only escape from the reality. I didn’t know why, but the few days I spent with Amor’s family flashed in front of my eyes — their images, their warmth, their words, their laughter. The sca
[Amor’s POV] That complete incident had been weighing on me, as if it was crushing me every time I saw her. Maybe not externally, but I realised she was slowly dying inside. Whether or not she was acting, whether or not she was like Dawn, but blaming her for what some other woman did to me years ago couldn’t be justified. I had made many assumptions about her based on my little experience with women. Neither I was trying to understand her nor she was trying to be understood and that made communication with her even more challenging. When she lashed at me at the beginning of our journey, for a very brief second, I saw that expression on her face that made me realise I was wrong. What I did in rage couldn’t be justified or forgiven. Yet, I thought apologising would be the only thing that could help me lessen that weight of guilt. I wasn’t expecting forgiveness from her. But telling her how I actually felt about that day was important — for no other reason than apologising. I sat f
[Amor’s POV] Again with that mate crap. I clenched my teeth and looked away. Why are ladies so obsessed with this mate stupidity to the point they jeopardize their own identity, their very personality? They connect themselves with the fate of their mate, taking their own fates for granted. I chuckled, and she tensed her brows. “So you are one of those, after all. My mate is my life, my death, my breath, my everything. If he is gone, I am lost. My mate is not just my mate, my mate is my God. He wrote my fate, my life. Oh, I am nothing without my mate. My life is meaningless without my mate. Oh, mate! This mate! That mate! Fuck mate! Tsk!” I glared at her, disgusted and annoyed. She gritted her teeth. “You won’t understand… my mate…” I grabbed her hand. She stopped speaking and glared into my eyes, wincing. Bringing my face inches away from her, I snarled. “Your mate couldn’t even protect you. He didn’t even try. He was the weakest werewolf, a black sheep for the entire werewol