Not His [on hold]

Chapter 12

IMPORTANT QUESTION:
Should I change the cover to this one or keep the original one?

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Chapter 12

I waited until the moon was at the highest point in the sky before I made my descent towards the door.

Outside this room the hallway was competely dark. Although such a large Manor, and yet only his smell permeated the air around me. It was as if he was just here.

I follow the trail of his strong scent, through halls and eventually I found myself back to the door of his room. Yet again, I am here with only a single door blocking my path.

My body itched to open the door and call to him. To mark him completely mine, even if he didn't quite want me back. And for a moment, I allowed myself to reach for the door knob.

I shook my head vigorously, no I have to think about Gran first and foremost. I turn completely away from his door and faced the treasury. I inched closer and grabbed ahold of doorknob before turning it. Gulping, I pushed the door open only to find a complete barren room.

I stood there stunned, it was an utterly empty room except for an empty chair in the center.

"How did I not see this coming?" A low and deep voice grumbled from behind me.

Turning around quickly, I spot my mate right behind me. He was so close, my nose almost bumped into his chest as I turned.

"H-how?"

"I'm a very light sleeper," he paused and for a brief moment his eyes glazed over, "and you smell really good, like a tangerine."

T-tangerine?! I'm not a snack!

I shake away all my thoughts and focused solely on the iron wall that stood before me.

"Hmm... My treasury? Again?" He peered down at me, he seemed much more relaxed and lenient compared to the last time we were in this situation. With a calculative gaze, he lift his hand and tenderly grazed my non-bruised cheek.

"How much?" He asks, gently. I did not know this gruff alpha's voice could sound so pleasantly sweet.

"A lot." I respond, quietly.

He lets out a small sigh before he returned to his room. A minute passes before he comes back to me. A small sack in his hands.

"Here take this." He hands over the small pouch. Our hands touch briefly as he handed the pouch over. A single touch sparked endless fireworks all the way to my heart making it thump loudly. So loud, I would think half the world would have heard my heart by now.

"And leave, don't come back." He grunted softly, his eyes glowing a brilliant gold. My heart tightened at his command.

The pouch was now in my hands, and although it looked small, it felt awfully heavy.