Prince's Assassin Mate

Chapter 05

Writers POV

She has seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralyzing fear. In this darkness, she sits, muscles cramped and unable to move. She only knows her eyes are still there because she can feel herself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs she has no current use for. She can't hear anything either. She guessed that should bring her heart rate down below the level of "rabbit in a snare" but it doesn't. By her genes she is a predator, she has the front-facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but she feels like prey in this utter black. The dawn is many hours away and until that precious time, she can only wait. She doesn't know how long she's been like this, but whatever it is, it can't be good! She remembers the lady injecting something into her. The last thing she remembers was the faint voice and smell of 'him!' After trying to open her eyes with all her strength, she finally came out of the dark world just to find herself in a room different from the last one.

She didn't have to think hard to find out where she was, because the room was filled with his intoxicating scent, and the man was there, too. Standing on the balcony with both of his hands deep inside his pockets, his shirt sleeves were folded up to his elbow. Even when he was fully dressed, she could see how well he was built! Soon she felt him turning, so she closed her eyes as if she were still asleep. She wanted to avoid talking to him at any cost, her heartbeat was increasing rapidly with every step he took towards her. She's been trying her best to calm down her beating heart, as she knows how sharp lycans hearing is. She almost felt her training, and centuries of experience betrayed her, as her heart won't stop beating so quickly. She felt him approaching her, and she could feel him bending over and soon she felt his hot breath over her face as his scent and warmth engulfed her.

Before she could think of anything else, his soft lips touched her forehead, and the sparks ran all over her body, and her heart finally calmed down. Her body was filled with the blissful warmth she had never found in this cold world, it wasn't like no one hadn't kissed her before, but it was different... so different. Her beast was purring like a cat inside, with the simple, sweet gesture of their mate. The moment was short-lived as her source of warmth rose and left the room. After a soft thud of the door, she opened her eyes. She sat down slowly on the bed, stretching out her limbs, looking around the room to find it empty, as she thought it would be. She rubbed her face with her hand, combed her hair with her fingers. She got out of the duvet to find her bare legs. Her eyes widened as she found herself in an oversized grey t-shirt that ended in the middle of her thigh. She only wore her underwear under her t-shirt. She just knew by the smell who it belonged to. She unconsciously hugged herself, thinking maybe her mate, who she didn't even talk to or look directly at for a minute, changed her clothes. She felt the heat moving towards her cheeks, making them red. It was an emotion she never felt. Her beast was floating her head with intimate thoughts and photos that made her turn red and scoop her to stop. She shakes her head and throws away pictures her beast had drawn.

Walking towards the door, she locked it from the inside and made her way to another door, the bathroom. Standing in front of the vanity mirror, she saw more than a few bandages on her face. She peeled off the large bandage that was sitting on her forehead, and the wound was healed. One by one, she took all the bandages off. Her face had no sign of injury, everything was completely healed. Staying away from her husband and going to the heat took a toll on her, making her suffer and also dangerously reducing her healing ability. After washing her face and doing her business, she got out and headed for another door leading her inside Aiden's walk-in closet. The closest one was filled with neatly folded clothes. His closet consists mainly of three colours, including black, white and grey. She found some navy-blue occasionally. Shuffling through her, she took some big sweatpants and a black hoodie. Well, the fact that she doesn't have any clothes here, and obviously she can't just wear a t-shirt that she's wearing, the big bad Alpha won't mind, she thought.