My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 124

My heart still pounded restlessly as my mind slowly processed everything that happened in the kitchen with Draven. I couldn't blame him for acting the way he did. According to him, I was his mate, and I was the one who triggered him, unintentionally but still. What scared me the most was that I couldn't push him away. At that time, what I saw in his eyes seemed uncomplicated; it was pure passion, desire, lust… Merely recalling the picture made me aroused. I was hungry for him, and that feeling terrified me.

I knew that my flight out of the kitchen was probably the dumbest thing I had ever done in my life. The immaturity of that deed was unexplainable, and I knew that it was my turn to apologize and tell Draven exactly how I felt. However, confessing to him seemed more terrifying than anything else. I also knew that I had to put my love life aside if I wanted to deal with my demons, who have haunted me since I was a child, especially with the main one named Randall D'Apolito. It was obvious that I couldn't have an annoying misunderstanding with a person in charge of deciding whether I would go to this war or not.

As I was still leaning against my door, I heard Draven's room door shut with an enraged slam. I swallowed hard, but I figured that I couldn't let myself piss off this Alpha again. I opened my door and cautiously walked into the corridor. Then I took a deep breath and knocked at Draven's door.

"What?" I heard him roar from inside.

"C-can I come in?" I asked hesitantly.

"Do what you want," he grunted.

With a wry, cautious smile, I walked into his room. Draven was sitting on a mattress wrapped in grey sheets, on his raw wooden bed. I slowly looked around. His room was darker than mine. The flooring looked the same, but the room was filled with bookshelves with a huge pile of documents and journals on them. The big part of the space had been swallowed by a massive wooden desk, standing right opposite to his bed. My sight landed on Draven's face again. His eyes weren't burning, but his anger was perceptible throughout the room.

"I'm sorry…" I muttered, struggling to look into his eyes, "I shouldn't have run away like that."

"Yeah, you shouldn't have." He stood up and walked towards me.

His slightly tense jaw betrayed his frustration, while his darkening eyes bared the truly dangerous side of him. I stepped back as he stepped forward.

"Do you know how it feels when you push me away? It's like you were rejecting me," he hissed. "The pain I feel is unbearable." He placed his hand on his chest.

He narrowed his eyes, streaming the guilt that hit me hard and painfully, but my rationality and self-esteem made me instantly bounce back.

"You cannot blame me for not feeling the mate-bond like you do, Draven," I snarled. "I am trying to be sincere with you. I struggle with my emotions and at times I don't know what I am doing. I don't know what is right and what is wrong anymore…" I hoped he'd understand.

"I'm your mate. I am designed to be with you." He took another step towards me. "I'm the only one who is supposed to be with you, care for you, and love you." He leaned his head, placing his forehead on the nape of my neck.

"You know that your words won't make me feel what you want me to feel," I said softly. "You are well aware that my heart is still occupied by someone else, and it'll take time before-"

"Then let me show you." He put his arms around my waist, pressing me against his hard-muscled body. "Allow me to make you mine."

His lips stroked the skin on my nape, moving up onto my neck. I swallowed hard as the tickling sensation spread through my body. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to tell him that he should give me some time, but I was submissive in his hands again.

"Draven, please…" I muttered. "I promise that I won't run away and will give it all a try, but you have to stop…"

He slightly pulled himself away from me just to look into my eyes. He studied my freaked-out gaze carefully and slightly nodded, releasing me from his embrace. I heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, but I know that if I surrendered to you I would grow to hate myself soon afterward, "I stated.

He took a few steps back and leaned his hip against his desk. "If you promise that you won't run away every time I try to touch you, I'll agree to take little steps and give you time."

"Thank you," I smiled at him, hoping that it would ease the tension between us.

He smiled back at me, clearing the remains of darkness from his expression. I knew I had to use this opportunity to talk about the upcoming war…

"Um…" I opened my mouth hesitantly. "When do you plan to attack the south?"