Blood Legacy (Rewritten)

32. The mate bond

"Why did you lie though?"

The question caught me by surprise as I found myself peeking through that open door, lastly realizing that I've been openly staring at the backside of his naked body like a total creep, admiring that firm ass and those very well-defined muscles on his back as he'd walken in and removed his towel, too busy to rummage through some drawers to even notice what I was doing.

"Uhm, what-huh?" I blinked and looked away, my cheeks burning with utter mortification.

What the hell was wrong with me? When did I become so freaking uncontrollable?

"Why did you lie to your sister?"

I lightly startled at the sound of his voice so close now, raising my sight to notice him standing in the same room with me again, to my dismay wearing only a pair of comfy shorts as he casually stood there and looked at me with a hint of curiosity.

"You could've told her that I'm keeping you hostage in here or some shit, rather than that,"

"Why would I do that? Believe me or not, I don't need any more complicated shit," I calmly explained, forcing myself not to look any lower than his face as I could already feel that subtle hint of desire poking around inside of me.

Stupid heat.

"This, whatever this crap is, is already complicated enough," I suggestively waved between him and I, lowering my head to rest it in between my palms with a tired sigh.

"Why do I feel better though?" I casually realized after a moment, brows furrowed as I directed my attention back to him.

Even though I could still faintly feel that need for him to touch me, it wasn't accompanied by that stabbing pain in my lower stomach or sickness. In fact, I kinda felt pretty good.

"Is it finally coming to an end?" I asked with a hint of excitement.

"Not really. You still have like four days or so," He answered with a serious tone, his lips pressing into a thin line.

"Four days?!?" I screeched, feeling like throwing myself out the fucking window as I let myself fall back into those fluffy pillows, reeling with utter exasperation and dejection.

Four days? What the fuck!?! It's been only three and I've barely managed to hold myself in check and endure so far. How the hell was I supposed to get through four more?
Okay, who the fuck am I kidding? I was ready to fuck it all and give myself to him since day one, for crying out loud!

"But...I still don't get it. Why don't I feel so sick anymore?" I asked with a tired and whiny voice, staring at the ceiling as I started to angrily bang the back of my head against the pillow, my hands balling into fists as I then started to agitatedly flail my limbs like a frustrated kid.

"Because we slept together again,"

That sentence made me instantly stop, raising myself into a sitting position like a fucking vampire raising from their coffin, eyes wide as I stared back at him.

"Obviously, not like that," He added with a chuckle upon noticing the look on my face, lightly shaking his head before he turned around and walked back into his closet.

"Remember the night of the prom?" I heard him ask from inside, not even bothering to nod my head though as he obviously couldn't see me anyway.

"I stayed with you for the whole night after helping you out,"

"Don't you remember feeling better the next morning?" He asked just as he'd returned, this time wearing a loose grey tank top with those pants and covering a little bit more skin, much to my secret disappointment.
Don't get me wrong now, I still didn't trust him and thought that he was a complete asshole. But that didn't mean that I couldn't enjoy myself some eye-candy either.
I wasn't fucking blind.
Crazy scary wolf-guy or not, he was still a hot piece of ass, worthy of admiring.

I lightly nodded, pretending that I didn't just have all those naughty thoughts as I innocently stared back at him.

"Well that's what we call the mate bond effect," He said with a wink, my body scrambling out of bed before I could even register what I was doing as he'd turned around to leave, actively following him like a duckling would its mama as he exited the room and walked down a hallway.

Taking a quick look down at myself, my brows furrowed as I finally got to notice the way I was dressed, however deciding to just be mad at him later for changing me into one of his black t-shirts and boxer briefs as I was pretty much aware that he'd already seen me naked more than once anyway.

Meh...

"This is so weird though. Why do I need to be close to you and only you? And why do I specifically have to do the nasty with you to make it stop?" I asked whilst hurrying after him as he'd taken down a flight of stairs, almost colliding into him as he'd abruptly stopped just as he'd heard my words, swiftly turning around to face me.

I tightly gripped onto the wooden railing to steady myself, my breath coming out in short and fast puffs as I found myself looking into those emerald eyes again, almost faltering under their intensity as he climbed a step so that he could be closer to me.

"I think I've told you a thousand times now, Carina. You are MY soulmate, and I am yours. You were made for me, and I for you. Maybe you don't feel it as strong as I do, but your soul knows. It recognizes our unbreakable connection,"

"Your body wants to be close to mine," He said, placing his hands on the railing either side of me and trapping me in between his arms.
"It wants to complete our bond, so we could become one," His head tilted, his voice a sensual whisper as his gaze became a little hooded with thinly-veiled desire.

I thickly swallowed, barely breathing as his lips were now so close to mine, almost like daring me to conquer that distance.

"You are my gift from the Moon Goddess, Carina. All wolves are blessed with one,"

"Y-yeah, but I'm not a wolf, remember?" I blabbered out in my attempt to control myself and hold my composure, my knees already shaking as I could feel my body ignite from his closeness, not no mention that his subtle and very masculine perfume wasn't exactly helping my case either. If anything, it only made me want to just pull him closer and bury my nose in his muscled chest.

"Yes, but you were meant to be paired with one," His eyes shifted between my own, regarding me with tenderness for a last time before turning back around to leave.

I lightly shivered at the sudden loss of his closeness and warmth as I watched him descend those last few steps before reaching downstairs.

"B-but why? Why me?" I desperately asked, breathing fast as I resumed to my mindless running after him.

"Why not you?" He suddenly turned back around to ask, once again pining me to my spot.

"Believe it or not, but you are special, Carina. And one day you will see it," He calmly said, leaving me speechless as I could only stand there and stare at him, not even sure what he meant by that or why he said it.