---- Chapter 101 I strode behind hum on small unsteady clumsy steps while his were long, confident and screaming authority.

Finding myself lagging behind I jog up to reach him, breathing heavily with even the slightest of exertion.

He suddenly stops and it took all the muscles in my body to not crash into his huge back.

My extended palms clench and heartt leaps into my throat.

Te moves his head to a side.

But doesn't say anything And then he starts walking again.

Strange He is kinda weird But what do I have to do with that.

I just have to request him to release all the woman he had taken over.

And then ask him to let me go.

---- eee But then where will I go after that? Can I return to the werewolf territory? Can I see them together with my own eyes? The scene from earlier flashes in my mind where she kissed him right after wrapping herself on his arms and I couldn't even see.

Thad to look away.

The very lips that claimed and touched every inch of my skin were latched onto hers.

Tt broke something inside me Did he ever felt something for me or was it all just a lie.

A lie to stop me from leaving and abiding him without any question like that little doll he made me to me.

Yet there was still a stupid part of me that believed that it wasnt all a lie.

There had to be something real between us Something that made my heart flutter.

His eyes...

they couldn't have lied right.

---- He loved Revecca a lot.

She was his world...noveldrama

but in this one year I was able to secure a small corner in his heart for myself right? If not his whole heart.

I wasnt completely worthless to him right? I got so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realise we had stopped and I was standing in the middle of a room.

Using my palms I rub my tears to look around.

The floor under my feet was covered in soft fur.

The walls decorated with that looked like animal skins and in the centre was a chair...

no something similar to a throne.

He lifts his cloak to settle on it and lean back.

What are y- A show of his hand made me stop.

My nerves were a wreck.

I bite my lip to fumble with my clammy hands.

There is a tea pot on your left.

Pour me a cup.

The word tea leaving his rough sinful lips felt like humour.

A man like him must chug goblets of rum and whiskey.

Was he seriously drinking tea? ---- eee = Deciding not to question his drinking preferences I moved towards the table on the left and surprisingly there was a table there.

As he said there was a pot.

And cups.

Pouring the liquid into the cup I beeline towards him, with the cup shaking in my hands.

Clattering.

Damn Sier.

Control.

What would he think? You are not some scared damsel in distress.

You are a strong woman.

Shoulders square, eyes up come on.

Where should I keep it? Closer.

And just like that my resolve wavers.

Damn him and his aura.

I was trying to be away from it and he is only making it difficult.

T take one step and he groans under his breath.

Closer.