Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 57 Gabriella Zades

Chapter 57 Gabriella Zades

Valentine Winters P.O.V

As I turned to my side and woke up, the gentle sound of snores caught my attention. My eyes fluttered open to find Lucifer's sleeping figure beside me. The memories of the night before surged through my mind, causing my cheeks to flush with a deep blush.

I shifted abruptly, not realizing that his arm was draped over me. The sudden movement caused his arm to slide off my waist and hit his own chest, jolting him awake with a start.

Oh damn, I cursed silently. I hadn't meant to wake him.

He groaned and blinked awake, confusion and concern evident in his eyes as they landed on the empty space beside him. When he saw me, his expression shifted to one of worry. He sat up quickly, his gaze never leaving me. With a tender touch, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his touch both comforting and intimate.

"Are you okay?" His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as he gently cupped my chin with his thumb and forefinger to turn my face toward him. His eyes searched mine, brimming with concern.

I couldn't find the right words. Was I okay? How could I be? I had just shared something deeply personal with someone who had hurt me in the past and whom I had only known for a year. I was acutely aware of the connection between us, but the reality of last night weighed heavily on me.

His touch was both soothing and disconcerting. "I—I don't know," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. I felt trapped between my emotions and the whirlwind of confusion in my mind.

"Do you regret last night?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly as he leaned in closer, our noses nearly touching. His gaze was intense, searching my eyes for an answer, his beautiful blue eyes clouded with sadness.

Regret? How could I even begin to answer that? I was torn. Part of me felt guilty for giving in, for letting my wolf's instincts guide me, and for the way things had unfolded. But another part of me was deeply conflicted.

"I—I need t-time," I managed to whisper, my voice breaking as I stood up from the bed, desperate to put some distance between us. I needed to clear my head, to sort through the chaos of my feelings.

Before I could take another step, Lucifer's hand gripped my wrist gently but firmly. His eyes were pleading, silently begging for an answer or some reassurance. "Please," he said softly before letting go of my wrist.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The vulnerability in his eyes and the sadness in his voice tugged at my heart. I didn't know what the future held for us, but I knew I needed to confront my emotions before I could offer him any clarity.

Lucifer Zades P.O.V

I watched as Valentine locked herself in the washroom, the sound of the door clicking shut a stark reminder of my own emotional turmoil. What had I done? A flood of emotions surged through me, each wave crashing harder than the last. I needed a moment to clear my head.

Descending the staircase, I was greeted by an unexpected guest. Gabriel stood with a striking blonde beside him. What was he doing here, especially at this hour?

Their heads snapped up as I approached.

"Lucifer," Gabriel called out, his voice carrying a surprising warmth.

I raised an eyebrow, nodding for him to continue. The blonde girl glanced at me with an air of casual indifference, chewing gum with a certain nonchalance. She wore a white leather jacket, skinny jeans, and white boots—an outfit that screamed confidence.

"This is—" Gabriel started, but the girl cut him off.

"Hi there, big brother. I'm Gabriella, Gabriel's twin and your half-sister," she said, her tone flippant and unapologetic.