Mated To The Devil

Chapter 31: Fire

Natasha's POV

I felt shivers down my spine when a cold splash of air washed over my body.

I quickly closed the small window at the corner of the kitchen. It's windy outside and it's seriously giving me chills. 

With everything that happened today, I feel so tired. I'm a she-wolf and I don't usually feel exhaustion but because I'm in my normal form and I'm not around my pack, I feel soreness and tiredness. 

This day is exhausting but I can't deny that it was fun and I enjoyed it. 

After the photoshoot, everyone cleaned up and wrap up and when I thought we can already go home, Elyse snatched me from Valerian and brought me to her favorite restaurant-- her fifth favorite restaurant. 

Honestly, I was thankful that Elyse did that because I was feeling suffocated around Valerian after what happened-- after that awkward and embarrassing incident that I want to bury at the back of my mind. I needed a breather and Elyse came to the rescue once again. 

But, unfortunately, as much as I enjoyed everything with Elyse, I was exhausted after. We went to countless places the entire day and did countless activities that it drained my energy. Not to mention that I'm also exhausted mentally and emotionally after what happened with Valerian. But, of course, overall, I'm so thankful to Elyse because I got to explore the city somehow. 

The kettle whistled indicating that the water had boiled snapped me back to reality. I quickly turned off the stove and carefully poured hot water on my teacup. 

A good tea always restore my energy. 

After preparing my tea, I sat down the table enjoying the silence and the peace being alone in Valerian's kitchen. 

When Elyse drove me home, the whole house is quiet and I don't know if it's because Valerian is outside or in his room but I could careless right now. I don't have any energy left to face him after I-- fuck, I can't even word it out. 

I took a sip of my tea and the taste automatically calmed my nerves down. 

The soothing smell and taste never failed to relax me. 

It's already deep in the evening and maybe he's outside, hunting for food-- hunting for human. 

It still doesn't sit right with me that he's killing innocent lives for his food but like I have said, it's not like I can do anything about. I might end up his food if I say something about. 

The kitchen door suddenly opened making me turned my back to its direction. 

Speaking of the devil. . .

Valerian stepped inside the kitchen and the moment he does so, images of me sitting on his lap while is arms are wrapped around my waist flashed in my mind. 

Fuck. 

I cleared my throat. 

Valerian directly walked towards the direction of where the cupboards are. He then grabbed a wineglass and poured something that I can no longer see since his back his turned on me. 

Was it blood?

I saw Valerian drink from the glass.