My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 134

Draven's eyes were burning with fury. He was panting dangerously close to my face, sending me an urge to step back, but I didn't. I looked into his eyes, struggling to keep my composure the best way I could. I didn't do anything wrong, and I wasn't his. The only thing I owed him was a simple explanation of my presence there, merely because he was an Alpha and I was living within his pack.

"I needed to discuss something with Commander Kim. It was urgent," I explained calmly.

"You looked like it was a very pleasant meeting." Draven grabbed my wrists and pulled me closer. "It must have been a very satisfying discussion."

His unsubtle accusation drove me on the edge of irritation. A million smart-ass lines popped into my brain. All I had to do was choose the way to talk back. Nonetheless, I decided to be better than that. I hurriedly swung my wrists and released myself from his grip.

"Patrick is my friend. He helped me with something, and I felt better and relieved after we talked. Is it unallowed?" I asked daringly.

"You call him Patrick?!" Draven scoffed, "Well, I shouldn't be surprised. You acted very "friendly" around your "friend" at the welcome party as well…"

"What is that supposed to mean?!" I snapped.

"I ignored how you threw yourself at him and made a fool of me, but going into his tent at night is something entirely different!" he roared.

I stared at him in disbelief. The blood was flowing wildly in my veins with my heart pumping it at a mad rate. I didn't know whether to scream, slap him, or burst out into hysteric laughter.

"You are insane, Draven." I shot him a vicious glare and walked past him, heading back to the mansion.

He rushed in front of me and blocked my way. "You didn't explain yourself yet," he said, gritting his teeth.

I couldn't tell how I managed to shove my anger into the furthest corner of my mind, or how I exhaled instead of punching him, but my brain had turned to the highest level of maturity, deterring me from exploding.

"What is your problem?" I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. "I went to Patrick's tent to talk to him. I wanted to know what happened in the vampires' territory, and he didn't want to discuss those issues in front of everyone. That was the only reason I met him inside his tent. Satisfied?"

"Did you ask him about your precious King? Were you so worried about him that you had to go to that bloodsucker's tent begging him for information?" he sneered.

My jaw dropped. Draven was pushing me beyond my limits. I was seconds away from ignoring the huge "Don't piss off the Alpha" warning sign inside my head. I was boiling in fury. My tongue became sharp and ready to spit venom.

"Do you hate all the vampires or Sariel in particular?” I glowered at him. “For your information, Patrick is a half-vampire, and I don't know if he ever tasted blood once in his entire life! Moreover, you should have thought about your hatred before you signed the truce, and you got yourself the Royal Army's help!" I burst out.

"I would hate everyone who laid their hands on you!" he thundered. "You are my mate! You are mine!"

His harsh tone made my chest ache. He made it sound as if I became his possession. Again… I became nothing more than a thing, some pricy trophy. I truly despised the taste of it. I laughed bitterly, mocking my idealistic imagination.