Mated To Him

Fourteen

Chapter 14

Zacchaeus

When his mate opened her eyes earlier, he was extremely happy until his eyes settled down on the bruise around her neck. He felt like he had been punched in his gut.

He failed to protect her.

Did the guards strangle her? he thought worriedly before thinking of the pain he would inflict on them, and he smiled sinisterly.

But every other thought went out of him when his mate screamed in anguish. Ryl whimpered, wanting to comfort his mate. "shhh, baby you are safe." he said in a soft voice that he didn't think he had.

He watched her as she touched her injured forehead and neck before screaming again, looking delusional.

"It was just a dream," he heard her repeatedly mutter like a mantra.

"What happened?" he asked her confusedly because he didn't understand what she was going through.

"I don't understand!" she yelled at him, running toward the mirror before slapping it concerningly. "I dreamt about being strangled, but...," she stuttered, panicked, her eyes darting around in fear.

"Dreamt of what?" he asked agitatedly, taking her hands in his as he tried to comfort her.

"Dreamt about seeing myself in a dark forest..." his mind clicked immediately. Someone was trying to scare her through her dream. A powerful witch was playing games, and he would be pleased to play the game.

"Talk," he urged her softly, wanting to see whether she would talk or not. A dark witch was playing a dirty game on his mate, and they would regret it, Zaccheus thought.

"I can't!" his mate cried out while he nodded in understanding. The witch had sealed her vocal cord. A powerful mage can control the voice of the weak and not leak out any information, and it is like the image used on his mate.

He rosed on his feet to bring a paper and pen, "Wait here, I'm coming," he pecked her and carried her out from the shattered mirror gently.

He needed to treat his mate; he put her down on the bed, then took her injured hands and licked them with his saliva. He knew she would be shocked because her hands would be healed as if there was no injury.

The perk of being a Lycan, he prided.

"My saliva can heal up a wound," he explained to her cheekily, then went to the bedside and took a piece of paper with a pen. He handed it to her. His mate stared at him dumbfounded before he told her to write whatever she dreamt of.

"I'm going to enjoy using someone's blood to bathe soon," Ryn chided maniacally while the other beasts nodded in agreement. No one hurt their mate and escaped it.

He watched as his mate wrote everything or anything she could with a shaky hand. His anger level increased with the breath his mate was inhaling, but he forced himself to calm down because he would not want his mate to see him as the monster he was. He focused on breathing her scent because it soothed him and his beasts.

When she handed him the paper, he curled it in a fist before putting it in his pocket. He would read it later.

His mate looked at him worriedly when she noticed he wasn't reading it or talking.

"I'm sorry, love, I'm going to read but let's treat you first," he smiled widely at her, which was the opposite of what he was thinking. He needed to kill. His beasts, and he wanted blood. They craved it like oxygen.

"Bring pancake with pain relieving medicine," he minds linked to one of his pack members.

He noticed she was shivering from the after-bathing breeze, and he wanted to bring her one of his shirts to cover up her body; she held his hand tightly, looking at him with unshed tears, "Please don't leave me," he felt his lips twitched happily. A wave of happiness watched over him. He would never think of leaving her even if she wanted him to; he would have begged on his knees to make her stay.

"I won't dream of it; I just want to bring you a shirt to wear," he responded.

She gulped, looking flustered and shy, "you can give me the one you are wearing," she said in a small voice. If not because of his enhanced ear, he wouldn't have heard it.

He unbuttoned his shirt and handed it to her before turning his back to her to give her privacy and fighting himself not to peek at what his. Soon, everything would be his, he thought happily.

"I'm done," he heard her say behind him while he turned around robotically.

"She looks so fucking good," Ryn commented.

"The shirt looks better on her than us," Ryl injected.

"I want to fucking rip it off and make her scream my name for the whole world," Ryk added, looking at her exposed thigh. The shirt reached her mid-thigh, which showed her milky legs that were calling them to dive between her legs.

"My shirt looks good on you," he commented while she used her hair to cover her flushed face. He raised her hand and removed all the strains which covered her face, "Never hide your face from me," he said before taking her lips in his. He hurled her up, making her legs wrap around his waist. He bit her lips not too hard, but they bled, which he sucked slowly, and she moaned. He plugged his tongue into her mouth, wanting to taste her. She was the sweetest thing that ever happened to her. He was his living prayer. When she needed to breathe for her, he broke the kiss while he continued to nibble at her neck to the place he was going to mark her while she titled her head to give him space. He needed to be conscious because she wasn't like him; she was human and fragile. She required oxygen to breathe, or else she could die.

He felt his fangs pulled out, wanting to mark her, but he couldn't control himself. The urge to mate and keep her was stronger than his control; as he tried to bite her, a knock interrupted him, which he was grateful for.

"Put it down," he said to the lady at the door. He untangled her legs gently from his waist and put her down on her jelly legs. He held her till her breathing was steady and kissed her forehead.

"Food," his mate shouted, jumping and clapping her hands up and down in a happy mood.

She ran to him and collected it from him before devouring it like a starved lion. He watched her as she was eating with all her hands; she had designed her face with Nutella. When she was done, she licked her hands cleaned and burped loudly before giggling and yawning.

"Mate is cute; she's the best thing ever!" Ryl smiled.

He took his handkerchief to clean her face while she wrinkled her nose and pouted.

Her eyes drooped a little as she stifled a yawn, "sing me a song," she said tiredly while he chuckled at her cuteness. It warmed his cold heart.

He started humming a song his mother used to lure him to sleep when he was young.

"My mother used to say that everything happens for a reason," she slurred slowly while he hummed.

"There's a reason why I was born, there's a reason why I am here, and my reason for being here is too...," and she stopped rambling; she had slept.

He stood and tucked her under the duvet before kissing her. He stared at her for a moment before he went out to find the culprit who was behind his mate's distress.

He arrived at his office with lightning speed and took out the paper he had put in his pocket.

He unfolded it to read what she had dreamed of but found that everything had disappeared.
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The paper was blank.