Cold Mate

Chapter 16 (Start of the Love Battle)

"I'm over two centuries old." He replied and I instantly pulled out of the hug and moved a little farther away from him ignoring the pains in some parts of my body. What the hell was he saying and most of all why is he not dead?

"That wasn't the reaction I was expecting," He said getting off the bed which kind of was a relief for me.

"What were you expecting my reaction to be, cheerful, excited?" I asked him seriously wanting to know his response.

"I don't know but I wasn't expecting you to shove me away from you, age is just a number isn't it?" God help me, did my mate really want me to answer him.

"Jordan, the age is just a number saying doesn't apply to your situation when you are more than a hundred years older than me. You're like my father's great-grandfather's father's age if only he were still alive. How come you're not dead or wrinkled up huh, tell me, why do you still look this hot and sexy?" I guess he thought I was joking with him because he had a smile on his face.

"Well, first of all, I'm not your average werewolf and you are making a big deal out of this for no reason because, if I were dead, you would be mateless for as long as you live." Yes, he had a valid point. I patted for him to sit next to me which he did and kneeling on the bed, I held his face in my hands to examine him. My mate was indeed handsome with angular features and perfectly kissable lips.

Those lips were all I could focus on and nothing else, soon I found myself leaning in but I managed to stop myself before anything happened. He was quietly staring at me intensely, one could feel the awkwardness and heat in the room. I quickly cleared my throat, "why haven't you aged?"

"Alina." He replied simply.

"What about her?" I inquired.

"After she helped me recover from the trauma I went through with Elisa, she gave me a potion to drink saying it was her special gift to me. Even though as the Alpha King my aging process is already slow, her gift made it slower than it was before. She told me to always think about her whenever I looked in the mirror because she was the reason behind my looks. Alina said after I met my true mate, the potion would wear off." Jordan had a distant look in his eyes making me wonder if he was thinking about her.

"How often do you think about her?"

He looked at me and answered, "Almost every day, I owe her my life and part of my freedom." I nodded as we sat in a comfortable silence for some time.

"How are you feeling?" My mate asked out of nowhere.

"My body still aches but my head doesn't hurt as bad as before. Can I return to my room, staying here makes me sicker?" I told him.

"Let me go get Doctor Nat to check up on you." He stood up ready to leave.

"Why not do it yourself. I mean, I want you to do it." I knew he had the healing gift so why couldn't he take care of me himself since he was already here rather than going to get the doctor who was probably busy.

Jordan looked at me for a second and nodded. "Lie down." He said and I obeyed laying on my back.

Pulling the big shirt I was wearing up to expose my stomach, he checked my bruises by pressing gently on them to see if I felt pain, I did but it wasn't that bad. My mate then told me to lie in a prone position to check my back, he pulled the shirt up all the way to my shoulders. In this position, I felt like my side boobs were showing. After checking for signs of pain he brought my shirt down.

"Your injuries are less serious and since you're kind of feeling better, you can return to your room." I was delighted at the news but then it was unusual for a person who had been severely beaten up to feel like I was feeling at that moment.