My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 123

The knocking on the door woke me up. It wasn't an aggressive bang, but because I had learned to sleep on constant alert, the sound made me open my eyes right away.

"Who is it?" I asked with a hoarse, sleepy voice.

"It's me… Draven." I heard through the door.

His voice sounded strangely soft, with a hint of nervousness. I crawled out of bed while abruptly combing the strands of my hair with my fingers. I walked to the door and opened it.

"Do you want something?" I muttered, trying to focus my attention on Draven's face.

The first thing my eyes noted was his fitted tank top, exposing his wide shoulders and beautiful, massive collarbones. His face was slightly unshaved, leaving a delicate black shade on his cheeks, jaw, and chin. The strands of his hair were a little messy and wavy, giving him a savage and sexy vibe. He gave me an amused look, then his gaze slowly moved down my shape, revealing that I was barefoot and wearing nothing but a black silk knee-length nightdress with thin shoulder straps. Startled, I hid behind the door, sticking just my head out to see him.

"What do you want, Draven?" I glared at him.

"I want you to eat breakfast with me…" he said, anxiously grinning.

I exhaled deeply, looking for a way to refuse him.

"You can take your time… I'll wait," he muttered, "And I won't force you to wear any weird clothes."

I narrowed my eyes, scanning his face and looking for any hidden catch, but I couldn't find anything out of the ordinary.

"Fine. Give me twenty minutes," I tossed, rolling my eyes.

"Great. I'll come to get you in twenty," he stated confidently.

I closed the door, uncertain if I did the right thing, but I decided to give it a try. He was the leader of the pack I was currently living in. It would be only wise to try to be on good terms with him. Besides, I had to talk with him about the possibility of my joining his warriors in a fight against the Southern Woods Pack.

I hopped under the shower to wash away the remains of my sleep. Then I put on a girly pink button-up shirt and a pair of jeans. My make-up ended up putting a gloss, just to moisturize my lips. Finally, I wrapped my hair in a ponytail. By the time I put down my hairbrush, Draven knocked on my door.

"Hope you're hungry," he grinned while grabbing my hand and leading me towards the stairs.

I thought that he was taking me to the dining room, but we walked the whole length of it without stopping, and he took me to the kitchen. No one was inside except for us. I glanced at Draven, a bit confused, as he led me to sit at the kitchen table, right in the middle of the room. Without saying a word, he quickly stepped to the cupboard and took out two coffee cups, two plates, and two sets of cutlery, then he placed them all on the table.

"You're not a vegetarian, aren't you?" he asked, smirking.

"Um… no," I replied, bemused by watching him take out vegetables and eggs from the fridge.

"No allergies?" he tossed while turning on the heat under a frying pan.

I shook my head, trying to comprehend what was going on, and he chuckled, seeing me bewildered watching him. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, moving around the kitchen. He had some serious skills with knives, and he looked sexy as hell while slicing those veggies and then stirring them in the heated pan. The fact that I could see his back muscles tense while he worked that pan was a major plus.

"Do you like bacon?" He suddenly turned around.

"What? Um… yeah…" I smiled nervously, certain that he had caught me admiring his body.

He chuckled, pitting a few meat strips on the grill pan. I took a deep breath, scolding myself for my horny thoughts. It was irritating how my system could have easily ignored the fact that this guy had almost got me killed recently. My traitorous body was already wet in all the right places just by looking at Draven in his top, ideally presenting his muscles, and sports pants that couldn't hide a certain bulge right beneath his waist. I could describe my state as sexual frustration, and I could blame it all for Sariel. Before him, I was enjoying my happy ignorance of not having a clue what great sex could taste like, and currently, my insatiability rose with every day without feeling his touch and warmth. My heart seemed desperate to patch up the emptiness inside it, sending me signals that any man would do. Fortunately, my brain was still functioning well enough to stop me from throwing myself into the arms of complete strangers. But… Draven wasn't a complete stranger. Furthermore, he claimed that I was his mate, his destined one… It made it that much harder to find the right argument for why I shouldn't succumb to him and give myself a chance to satisfy my needs.

"Coffee?" Draven startled me with another question while putting an omelet, stir-fried vegetables, and bacon on my plate.