Meant To Be Loved

Chapter-9

Angel

I am awake but I won't move a muscle because he is awake too. I can feel his stare; I can smell his warmth from the meter distance between us. A part of me want to jump Into his arms right at this moment and another part me wants to stay here still forever. I am excited, nervous but not afraid at all may be because I know he is my mate and he won't hurt me. Will he? I have heard some stories about wolves rejecting their mate but never heard of mate hurting each other. In the palace library, I have read tons of love stories set in both human and werewolf words every had a different vibe to it but one thing they all had in common was love between the two lead protagonist of the novel. Will he love some me like Adam loved eve will he love me like Romeo love Juliet, like a mate, should love his mate.

'You are awake 'he said. It was not a question but a statement. His voice nothing like I have ever heard before I deep like sea he sounds like tiger growling at his prey his voice is full of power but void of any emotion . He sounds like a king sitting on his throne addressing his people. Is it possible because no king I have met so far had this power over me?

'I open eyes slowly. Wondering will he contend to find. Will he be anxious too, Excited like I am to find him? I look at him sitting straight in front of me his back to the trunk of banyan tree behind , the fire set at his right enlighten his face enough for me to see trough his hazel eyes. Technically he a complete stranger but it seems like I know him from lifetime. His eyes are as deep as his voice. I can't help with stare at them while lying in my nightgown hugging my knees to keep my body warm while my head sat on the cold land under the trees around me. No matter how hard I look I couldn't even make out one single emotion he is feeling. I am very sure my eyes are giving away every emotion I am having now. Letting him know how perplexed, thrilled and anxious I am. Like my mother used to say my eyes are like windows to my soul.

I stood up and sat with my back supported by a wood tree trunk. I stared at him back trying to remember every fine detail about him. Like how there is a scar on his right eyebrow. How its looks like he can cut anything with his sharp jaw line. How every feature of him was perfect, how he manage to look like a man with his boyish features, how he in his 12 clock shadow he looked like he sends straight from heaven for me. How he looked like a sin, every woman will love to commit. A sin I want to commit.

Unlike Alpha Daxton he was not beautiful he looked rough, masculine and strong. While Alpha Daxton appeared like a complete gentlemen and a charmer he looked everything but right opposite what he looked. He didn't spoke neither did I we just kept staring at each other never looking never feeling awkward just staring and remembering the details. Right at the moment, I thought I could this for a life time and for every life after that. The silence was perfect it was like we both were painting each other in our minds using are eyes as a brush, our thoughts as paints and our connection as an inspiration .Even when I don't know anything about him I know he is mine and I am his forever.