My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 100

Alpha Draven's hand was almost twice the size as mine, yet he grabbed my hand gently as if he was holding something fragile. I smiled awkwardly at him and squeezed his hand harder, trying to prove that I wasn't made of porcelain. Once I did he immediately corrected his grip while dangerously locking his eyes on mine. We stood like that, wrapped in a strange silence that increased the density of the air around us. His thumb delicately rubbed the inner side of my palm, striking my skin with electricity as a wave of shivers flooded my body. I abruptly took my hand away, scratching the place he touched as if I wanted to wipe off the sensation of him. He smirked.

"So… Lady Lilith, do you wander around this garden often?" he chuckled.

"I have never been here before," I said, "It simply looked like a good place to clear my mind out of thinking…"

"Is something bothering you?" He sounded surprisingly concerned.

I responded with a faint smile.

"Look, I get it that you don't trust me, but I'm not a bad guy…" He spread his arms as if he was submitting to me.

I couldn't read him. I didn't know if he was this sly and shrewd, or sincere. Nonetheless, there was something I couldn't ignore.

"Do you think that it is possible to trust someone who wanted to buy you like some kind of object?" I asked, cautiously gazing into his eyes.

"It wasn't like that…" Draven sighed, "I have never bought you. You were given to me as a part of a peace offering that Alpha Randall proposed."

"That… didn't sound any better." I crossed my arms on my chest and glared at him.

"Ok, I admit that I was intrigued. Having a ridiculously strong heir would secure my pack's safety for the next generation to come, but… I was furious when I accepted those terms. I didn't think clearly…" His painted with agitation words didn't sound much trustworthy.

"Then explain it to me," I stated, willing to hear his side of the story.

Draven leaned against the tall hedge and took a deep breath. "I am the son of Alpha Lennox Erdogan, who was the son of Alpha Talon Erdogan, the son of King Alpha Fenrir Erdogan. My pack, the Moon Hill Pack, was unofficially considered the strongest pack in the werewolves world for centuries. If it weren't for my grandfather Alpha Talon, who never really cared about the pack and lost a duel with another pack's Alpha, the wolves would still be united, and I would be their king. Certainly, there were other packs with respectable strength like the Moon Lake Pack with their female leader, Alpha Eve, and Randall D'Apolito's the Southern Woods Pack, but they had become a force to be reckoned with only after the packs merged." He paused, checking my reaction to his words.

My body tensed as he mentioned my father's name, and he noticed it in an instant. A shrewd smirk appeared on his face while his eyes remained glued to mine. I clicked my tongue.

"I didn't know that," I tossed, slightly annoyed while reluctantly listening about his heritage. "In fact, I have never been interested in other packs since I was too busy escaping from my so-called father," I gritted my teeth.

He snorted.

"What?" I snarled at him.

"Nothing…" he grinned and inhaled deeply, preparing to continue his story. "Anyway, Alpha Randall hated my father. He even challenged him, trying to claim our lands, but he lost. Of course, from that moment, his hatred became even stronger. Nonetheless, Alpha Randall or the Southern Woods Pack have never crossed our pack openly until Randall prepared an ambush to kill my father. He staged it as if furious rogues ripped him to pieces, where there were his best warriors who killed my father. There were thirty against one. Alpha Randall would have got away with it if one of his warriors didn't fall into our hands… I was sixteen when I have taken over the pack and the first thing I did was declare war with the Southern Woods Pack."

My lips formed a semi-satisfied smile. I became a little bit relieved that Alpha Draven surely wasn't a big fan of my father.