Chapter twelve: taste of temptation

Aria's POV

I couldn't persuade my mate to put me down, but I managed to convince him to take me to his house with a few tears.

"I told you we don't have to go back to the healer's quarters," I said.

"We have to go; we need to get your wounds cleaned," he responded.

Instead of nagging him as I had earlier, I burst into tears, making him stop in his tracks. "Are you sure you're my mate?" I sobbed.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"I told you I don't want to go back to the healers, and you keep insisting on going? It's hard enough for me as it is already. What kind of mate are you?" I cried.

"I told you it's going to heal with or without going to the healers. Why can't you just listen to me?" I said.

I could have sworn I saw a smile cross his face for a very quick second, but he only bit his lip. "Can you please stop crying?" he said.

But I didn't. I kept on sobbing, each sob louder than the last. He released a breath. "Fine, fine, we won't go to the healers. We'll go home instead."