𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬

Chapter 58

Warning⚠️: Sexual Content ahead!
[A/N] Please skip all of the sexual contents if you are under the age of 18!

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Her skin was hot to the touch, yet she appeared to be as cold as ice. Her chest rose and fell slowly, but her heart was oddly racing. She had a small frown on her face and was, evidently, feeling uncomfortable. Whenever I placed my hand on hers, she'd flinch and groan. Whenever Gaia kissed her skin, she'd move away, and hiss. Her eyes would open, her dark emeralds would stare at us, but she always seemed out of it, and then they'd close again. Even as I laid beside her, I couldn't cling to her at all, for that would cause her to move away, and I didn't want that. She'd furrow her brows, click her tongue, and arch her back, but she didn't truly wake up.

Even when the moon bid goodbye, and the sun slowly rose to the skies, she remained asleep. Throughout the night, Gaia and I never slept, no, we guarded her, as we both knew that disaster would strike if Mallory were to wake up without either of us by her side. Thus, I got on the bed with her, whilst Gaia simply stared out of the window, humming quietly to herself. We did not talk much since we didn't find it necessary. We simply enjoyed each other's company, whilst we waited for our mate to wake up.

My eyes would travel from one mate, to another. I'd go from staring at Mallory's peaceful and beautiful face, to watching Gaia smile as she observed the brilliance of nature outside of my window. I loved admiring my mates, but I also desperately needed a way to occupy my mind.

Before I laid down beside Mallory, I took the letter out, but I did not read it. Though I may have taken a peek inside, nothing more. I had no idea what would happen, so I decided to place it inside of my bedside table's drawer, where my other books hid. Of course my fingers were still itching to open it like a madman, but I resisted the urge. I should've been satisfied with that tiny peek, yet I was far from it. How was one supposed to satisfy themselves with one incredibly weird word?

Daughter.

When I took a peek in the letter, I happened to read the word daughter. I could only assume that the witch was referring to either Weiss or I, but why would she? We were raised behind the public's eyes and were forbidden from interacting with nobles, the witch couldn't have known us personally. Sure, she knew of our existence, our names, and our appearances, but other than these, she knew nothing about my sister and I... Then why did her letter include the word, daughter? Why was she writing to Mother about a daughter? It did not make sense, and it only managed to drive me even crazier than before.

I promised myself I'd place all of my focus on Mallory, but how could I not think about the letter when it was nagging me? Not to mention, I've not spoken to Weiss about it yet, hell, I've not even seen her since last night. Perhaps Sapphire kept her word and was keeping her caged, in order to prevent her from escaping and searching for the witch on her own. Wow, that scenario sounded so incredibly familiar, it made me feel guilty.

"Little one?"

I looked up and was pleasantly surprised when I saw Gaia approaching me, her light hair was slicked back, and she has replaced her shirt with a tank top which showed off her deliciously toned and muscular arms. I had to clear my throat and avert my eyes before anything could happen between us, "Y-Yeah?"

Oblivious of the effect she had on me, she ran a hand through her hair, her long, slender, fingers graciously combing her wavy strands as she asked, "Are you hungry? Your stomach has been growling rather loudly."

My eyes widened, and I immediately felt like face-palming so hard that my head would immediately blow up in bits. I hadn't realized my stomach was growling! Perhaps I was too absorbed in my thoughts that I completely ignored everything in my surroundings. What a way to embarrass myself in front of a literal goddess! A goddess who happened to be flexing her toned arms every time she finger combed her hair. A goddess whose voice was so incredibly, femininely low, and deep that it could lower my panties with just one word. Whoa, what in the world was this woman doing to me? Why was I so suddenly and abnormally turned on at every simple thing she did? I'm not going to lie, this was honestly so weird.