Chapter 51: Dream or Reality?

Ariana's POV

I felt the wind blowing around me as I fell fast towards the ground. I thought of Jeremy; if not for this pregnancy, we would be married, and I could be expecting his child. Damien also came to mind, he is so different from the man he was rumoured to be. But, I guess, it was because I was carrying his child. For some reason, I hoped he would save me from dying again, like he did at the mining site. I closed my eyes and waited for my body to crash into the solid ground, but something caught me. A huge beast, and next, darkness engulfed me, resulting from fear. 

I opened my eyes again, and I was in the room where I attempted my escape. I was lying on my side on the bed, and staring at me was Damien. I stared back at him. I was helplessly drawn to him, but I remained still on the bed.

"You attempted to run away by jumping out of the window. Had I not arrived here on time, you would have died," Damien said to me. "Don't ever try this again," he added, and I nodded. 

His voice was unusually calm and gentle, even though he was scolding me. I had already regretted the stupid idea I experimented. I was glad he saved me. I owe him my life. This is the second time he has saved me. I just stared at him in silence with my thoughts running through my head. 

"I didn't mean to scare you," I heard him say. "If I did, I am sorry," he apologised, and I just stared at him.

His apology was sincere, and I could read the concern in his voice. He was worried about me? I thought and remembered, I am just his carrier bag. I am carrying his child. It's the only reason he is concerned about me. I felt disappointed, and I didn't know why. He has a girlfriend, I am just a surrogate, so why do I feel like I am his girl and he is ignoring me? 

Jeremy is the one I love. I thought to myself and realised I was just telling myself that. It was like the joy I felt when I thought about Jeremy was gone. I wanted to be with Damien, but I know he would never love me. I am human after all.

I heard a phone buzz, and I shifted my gaze in the direction of the sound at the same time as Damien. He stood up, drawing my attention back to him. He excused himself, and I watched him walk to the table. I lay there staring at him, talking on the phone. I heard everything he said. He stared at me briefly and turned his gaze away. Finally, he was done, and he returned to my bed. He carried a worried expression on his face. I just lay there staring at him. He spoke my name and sat on the bed, staring at me. He touched my shoulder affectionately, and then the words escaped his mouth.

"Victoria and I are no longer together."

I sat up quickly, surprised by the statement. A part of me was happy because I was so drawn to him, I couldn't help myself, and another part of me reminded me, we are worlds apart. 

He went ahead and told me everything. I was surprised he dumped his girlfriend for me. I went ahead and asked him, just to confirm what I heard. 

"I know, " he said.

"You hate humans," I reminded him, just in case he had forgotten he did or he had forgotten I am human.

"I know, but I don't hate you," he replied to my surprise. 

Damien is very handsome. Extraordinarily attractive. I am sure he has dozens of she-wolves who would want to be his girl, yet he chose me, a human. I can't fight she-wolves.

"Damien, I can't fight a she-wolf or any wolf for that matter," I shared my fears, already sounding like I have accepted him to be my man.

"Your statement tells me you feel something for me too, but you are afraid of what Victoria would do to you," Damien said, and I just stared at him.

I realised that was exactly what my earlier statement connotes. I sat there torn between my fears and accepting what I feel. 

"I made you a promise and I will keep it as long as I am alive," Damien assured me, but I was scared. 

My fears made me face reality. I reminded myself of who he was and who I am.

"Damien, this is not right. I am human, you are a werewolf. I am a nobody, an orphan, and you are the president. You come from a powerful family with a powerful background, I am just a poor girl....," I said, my fear evident in my voice, as I ran my mouth pointing out how different we are. 

He was staring at me, speaking nonstop and next, he kissed me. I was surprised by the sudden kiss. I couldn't react for a long while, even though my body acted like I needed that kiss so bad, and he just provided it. I battled with my mind and my body for a while before I had the strength to pull away. I was helplessly drawn to him, like there was a drug in my system.

"Damien, wait," I whispered, still trying to push my desire down so I could focus. "You are right. I like you too," the words came out of my mouth like someone manipulated me to say it.

I lowered my head in embarrassment. It also hit me, even though I want to be with him, there could be no relationship between us. There was so much happening to me right now I couldn't explain, however, I expressed my pain.

"No one would accept a relationship between us," I said, returning my gaze to his handsome, irresistible face.

His partially wet lips from our kiss earlier were very tempting. I wanted to kiss him again, but I restrained myself.

"We are worlds apart," I added, trying to focus on my mind and not my body. "I am human, how can I be a Luna?" I asked and lowered my head again, moving my gaze away from his face. 

He was helplessly drawing me in. His scent was like an aphrodisiac. It made me feel comfortable, and a desire surged through my body like a hurricane. I was sitting still, but I was already wet. I felt embarrassed by what was happening to me, but still wanted him. 

He lifted my head, placing his finger under my chin. I stared into his eyes, they were like an endless ocean, drowning me with desire. I stared at his face as his hands gently moved the strand of hair covering my face back to my ears. I was hurting, knowing I couldn't have him. I was also scared of what the future holds, if I accept to be with him, and I was equally confused about what was happening. Is this a dream or reality?

"Don't think about that," he said, his lips moving in a very seductive way.

Was that all in my head, or was he seducing me? Knowing how charming and irresistible he is? I thought, staring at his face, but focusing on his kissable lips.

"What do you know about fated mates, when it comes to my world?" he popped the question, which made my mind focus on something else, rather than his lips. 

I have heard the word fated mate. I don't know what it meant. I shook my head.

He explained what it meant to me and went further to confess that he wanted to be with me. He kissed me again, and this time, I responded to his kiss. It wasn't my first kiss, but I felt like I had never kissed before. I followed his lead. The kiss felt satisfying. I wanted more, but my fears stepped in again, and I withdrew from the kiss.

"Damien, I am scared," I whispered to him and rested my head on his shoulder, burying my face in his neck.

"I know, but you don't have to. I would do everything to protect you. Please, don't try running away again," he whispered to me, and affectionately rubbed my shoulders, holding me like a lover would hold his love.

My desire was now at its peak. I knew that any attempt from his side to touch me, I would not be able to stop him. I would submit to his pleasure. My body was calling for him.

He planted a kiss on top of my head, and I moved my head back a little to stare at him. His Adam's apple was right in my face. The movement even affected me. He kissed me again, and it felt more passionate than before, and I enjoyed the feeling it gave me. He pulled away from the kiss this time. He made me lie back down, and next, he removed his shirt, revealing his well-built chest, down to his tight belly, with a beautiful belly button. My desires made me tense up immediately, I thought he was taking things a step further.

"I am not going to do anything," he said and I didn't know whether to be disappointed or happy.

He lay down next to me, facing up. He opened his arms, inviting me in.

"Just lie down and sleep," he said, and I slowly lay down in his arms, resting my head on his chest. 

It felt comforting. The blanket covered up to our waist level. He was careful, he didn't touch my bruised back. I was so comfortable, I fell asleep immediately, taking in his comforting smell.