My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 111

We drove in Draven's car for about an hour. I stayed silent the whole time, constantly recalling the last view of the Palace the those whom I left behind. I hoped that they would forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye and that they would respect my decision. Draven kept glimpsing at me, checking if I was all right, but he didn't force me to be more sociable. I tried smiling at him a few times, silently thanking him for taking me away from that place, but for now, my smiley-grimaces couldn't be called sincere…

I kept asking myself if I was doing the right thing. I still loved Sariel, but the relationship we had suddenly became polluted. I kept telling myself that he had to have a plan to act this way… He simply ignored me in it. In the end, when I saw him with Elora, looking at her the same way he had been looking at me, I started to question every single bit of the thing we had. I realized that if I wasn't able to tell the difference, he might have lied to me as well. I didn't want to believe that was the truth, but I knew that I wouldn't handle it if I found out that I had been lied to while being in the Palace. Was I a coward? Perhaps… But I also thought that going away with Draven could have been salvation to my mental health. Not to mention that I needed to gain some perspective, and it was time to look at the whole picture from a different view. There was only one thing I needed to get straight…

"Um…" I opened my mouth after an everlasting silence without having the slightest clue how to start. "Alpha Draven… I just want you to know that…"

"Yes?" He shot me a mischievous smirk while speeding up on an empty road at over a hundred miles per hour.

I swallowed, gathering my thoughts, "The thing is… I'm going to your pack, and I'm going to do my best to help you in your fight for the throne… but…" I paused, taking a deep breath.

"But?" he repeated, impatiently.

"It doesn't mean that… I accepted the mate bond," I choked out.

"I expected that much."

The meaning of his words denied the tone of his voice. He sounded disappointed and I registered annoyance, marked in him clenching his fists on the wheel.

"I'm sorry…" It slipped out automatically.

"Don't be," he tossed but refused to look me in the eyes.

"I just don't feel it the way-"

"Stop. Just stop," he hissed.

His cold voice made me flinch. He noticed it, and in an instant, his expression changed.

"Lilith…" He reached out his hand and delicately placed it on my forearm while keeping the other hand on the wheel. "I didn't mean to sound harsh… It's just… This situation between us is really giving me a hard time, you know?" he chuckled, forming a wry smile.

"Yes… apparently, your destiny sucks," I smirked at him, "You found yourself a mate that is already broken and can't even feel that she is your mate."

His hand on my arm slid down. He tangled his fingers with mine, gently stroking the sensitive skin on the inner side of my palm.

"If you're broken then I will fix you," he said alluringly low.

Chills ran down my spine. My body reacted to him, although I didn't want it to react. I was more than aware that currently, I was an easy target. I was emotionally unstable and needed time to sort out what I wanted and what I didn't want. For now, my heart was a sucker for warmth and kindness, trying to compensate for all its aching. That made Draven, with his talk about the destined mate bond and me being his one and only, dangerous as hell!

"So… tell me about your pack..."

I was more than eager to change the subject, but the problem was, Draven was still holding my hand. I tried to swiftly slip out of his grip, but he intertwined his fingers more each time my hand moved.

He smirked and gazed my way. "The main core of our pack is in Blue Crescent Town. It's the town lying at the foot of Moon Hill. More than 99% of the town's population are werewolves and mixed breeds. The few humans living in the town are mates. Either way, the town is literally the pack."

"Wow…" I mumbled, processing the information, then asked curiously, "So how big is the Moon Hill Pack?"

"I would say that it's close to five or six thousand," he stated indifferently.

"Seriously?! That is huge!" I called out, "Over twenty-five thousand people were living in my father's Greystoneville, but only ten percent of them belong to the pack…"

"The Blue Crescent Town was founded centuries ago, and it always belonged to werewolves, not taken over by them," he explained. "I'm sure you're going to love the place."

I smiled faintly at him. As strange as it might sound, I had never "loved" any town or place, mainly because I had always been prepared to leave it. No matter how great Blue Crescent Town was, I knew it might take ages before I feel any kind of attachment to it.

Suddenly, Draven's phone rang, and he let go of my hand to answer it. It was one of his subordinates. He replied with a quick command and finished the call in less than five seconds, but in the meantime, I froze… Only then did I realize that he was still holding my hand up until that moment, and the worst part of that was, I was holding his hand too! I hurriedly took my guilty hand away, hiding my palm between my knees. He grinned slyly at my more than visible flusteredness.

"You'll get used to my touch in time," Draven chuckled.

His arrogance made the temple vein throb. I sighed angrily and turned my head to the side window.

"You don't have to act shy around me. Otherwise, I might think that you're still a virgin," he smirked, his eyes scanning my chest wrapped in a tight white shirt and my legs exposed in fitted jeans.