Mated To The King Of Darkness

Chapter 7 - The King's Move

"How is Mira?"

"She is fine. Aunt Alice is doing a great job."

"I--I had no choice. I had to leave."

It was quiet, like he wouldn't say anything in return. It got to a point that she was starting to doubt if he had even heard her.

"You should have told me."

"I just..."

"I know we are not true mates but we love each other, don't we?"

Zezi furrowed her eyebrows at that question, "Where is this coming from? This thing about not being true mates? We chose each other, George. Of course, we love each other."

He stood up then, pacing in front of her before he stopped abruptly.

"Is it true? I have to hear it from you. I don't care how it must seem to everyone else, if you just say it isn't, then I will discard all the thoughts I have been coming up with. We will go back there right now and tell them that the Vampire King is nuts."

His eyes looked like they carried weights of sadness. The way his shoulders slumped showed how hard it was for him to keep up with all of this. He pushed his hair back and she could see how tired he was. He looked drained, worse than the night at the house.

"It is true, George."

"But--but you are a lone wolf! Have you forgotten that, Zezi? Back when we were on the run and we met this witch while we were looking for your mate, she said you were a lone wolf. Have you forgotten?"

"I know," the sadness she felt was starting to choke her.
"I remember but it is true. I don't know how it happened but it is true."

She so badly wanted to stand, to go to him, but she couldn't. The pain was still there, burning.

He started pacing around again while mumbling denial to himself.

"No, I came all the way here for you to tell me that it is not true. Your words were my last hope. Your words, my love. Just a 'no' would have done it."

"George..." She called out to him, scared that he would do something bad to himself but he kept mumbling while he drove his hands crazily through his hair.

"Just your words...your words..."

"George!" She finally snapped and it was like he was hearing her call him for the first time. He turned to her abruptly.

"It doesn't mean anything. If it did, I won't be here running away."

His tensed shoulders slumped then, his lips parted and it was like a sudden realization dawned on him.

He felt stupid for a moment. Then he came to her, a knee on the floor while he looked directly at her. He watched her for a while, a tear ran down his face. She reached up to him, weep the tears away. She cupped his face between her hands and smiled reassuringly at him.

"It means nothing." She kissed him then, a passionate kiss that filled with a sort of underlying promise. He kissed her back, just as passionate, just as needy.

When they drew apart, he bent to her neck, drew her up in his arms so that she was pressed against him. He spoke against his marked etched into her skin while he allowed himself to be engulfed in her scent.

"I don't want to lose you, Zezi. I don't ever want to ever lose you."

With her fingers, she brushed against her mark on his neck lightly before leaning into him.
"And you won't."

As much as he wanted this moment to last for them, he knew he didn't have enough time.

"We have to leave."