The Alpha and I

Chapter 37: The Marking

Our second day in Manila was not wasted. And to my surprise my aunt did not sound mad when I called and informed her where I was. She was even glad I am here in my mom's country and Henry's with me. She gave me the address and phone number of my relatives. But warned me that they might not like the idea of our surprise visit. She also added that she already found the blood and that they're on their way to the airport.
"Airport? Where are you going? And who's with you?"
"We are joining you there and be nice to this buddy. He might not donate his blood," my aunt said lowly. But she let out a low chuckle.
"Are you telling me that you're with a male pure blooded vampire?" My voice boomed inside the room where Henry is resting.
"Of course my sweet."
I cleared my throat and looked at Henry. He is not asleep, though his eyes were shut. I knew he's listening.
"I think it's not a good idea. The reason why we're here was because Henry hated the idea of using pure vampire blood. He believed that there's another way if he just talked to Lisa." This time Henry sat up and glared at me.
"Is that so?"my aunt asked.
"Cancel your trip, aunt Beth. I'll contact you if ever something went wrong here."
She sighed in the other line.
"Maib, I can't do that. This buddy came from his royal land. It is not good to reject a royal vampire's request."
"What do you mean?"
"He requested to see you."
Shit! What is the meaning of this?
"Can he just give his blood to you or wait for me. We are gonna go home after we see Lisa." I need to stop them from coming here. I can't feel good vibe about this.
"Sweet, do not worry okay. Tell Henry he do not need to worry. I am only doing this for your own good."
Of course, it is for my own good. The line ended and I sighed.

Now what? It's been four hours since that call. Henry was furious about the whole thing. I have already explained to him everything but he still does not seem to understand. He remained silent after we ate dinner and lay on the king sized bed. I can't stand like this. Though I am busy packing my things and his, my mind is still bothered.

"Tell me what you're thinking,,please?" I stopped folding his clothes and lay beside him. His eyes linger on mine. He is weary. My fingers played the bands on my finger. It is really distressful in my part because his emotions are affecting me. "I can't stand seeing you like this. I kind of like my talkative, playful and sweet Henry." He took my hand and kissed it.

"Let me mark you before we see your aunt." Now he's talking! He is damn serious while he said that. There's great demand in his voice. I smiled at him weakly.

"Henry, I already wear your ring. I let you call me my love and you knew how I feel. Why are you so eager to mark me?" Or bite me, just the same.

"I just want to protect you. I'm not talking about the ring. It is just material. My mark isn't."

Agh! We already talked about that gooddamn mark of his.

"Tell me Henry, if I'll let you mark me does it also mean that we're gonna do the sex thing right after?" I heaved a deep sigh. I am not gonna let him touch me. Not until our wedding. I am this conservative and traditional. I heard him chuckle. I frowned and looked at him.

"Of course not. And hey! Don't just say sex thing. It sounded morbid to me."

"Whatever! So, what are the consequences after the marking?" I have to ask him. And he needs to answer me with all honesty.

"You'll become needy."
Needy? What.the.fuck!

"What do you mean?" I pulled out my hand from him.

"Kind of like this. You'll start demanding my presence and other stuff." Shit! I am not the needy type. How can I survive if I will become a leech?

"Is there a way to stop the needy part?" He shook his head. Now, I am in trouble. So he insisted to mark me and he tells me that I'm going to be needy of his presence. That sucks! But on contrary, I can't deny the fact that it will do good for both of us.

"We can feel each other, are you sure about that?"

"Yes." He smiled like a kid who knew he'll eat candies later.

"How on earth I can trust you about this. What if you're just making it up so I'd agree?"

Henry became serious and he growled a bit loud. I battered my eyes to mask my jumpy feeling.

"Maib, if I'm just making this whole thing how come I am still a werewolf?" His eyes changed to dark brown and then pitch black. But it returned to hazel when he calmed down.

"I still don't get it. Why do you have to be territorial when I already agreed to marry you," I gabbled. I heard him hissed.

"Because it's what we do. When a werewolf found his mate, he needs to mark her. I am born to do what is right, Maib. I am sorry if I am possessive or very protective of you. That is who I am. You are my mate and marking you is the only way to protect you." He had his point out there. Tomorrow, at five in the morning, we are going to the land of the witches. Aunt Beth said, my relatives' small town is just seventy kilometers away from Iberron's territory. It was indeed true that where we are going would put us both in great danger. Certainly, Zerq and his warriors are already waiting for me. Henry is just helping out. His mark will connect us. And that means protection for both of us. I get up from the bed and stand infront of him.

"Okay," I declared firmly. "Mark me. If this is gonna help."

Henry grab my waist and it happened so fast. He pinned me on the wall and I have to lock my legs on his waist for support.

"Maib,"he called my name in a very sensual tone. I gulped and uttered yes.

"Kiss me." It was a request that I am very much willing to comply. We kissed passionately. Everytime he bite my upper lip, I gasped in ecstacy. His kisses are addictive. I think I want more! Henry's mouth crawled down to my jaw and it stopped right on my neck. I moaned in pleasure as he lick my skin with his tongue. The he stopped, suddenly.

"Ready, my love?" I nodded. This time, his eyes turned dark like a total black out. I closed my eyes and my heart starts beating wildly. Seconds later, I felt his lips again on my neck. I was about to moan but I felt his teeth pierced on my skin. The pain is bearable. But the need for his touch was not. It's more like, I'll burn if he's not going to hug or snuggle.