My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 146

Taking a cautious step back, I said, "Mind telling me what are you doing in my room?"

"You didn't answer my question," Draven hissed, glancing at my phone, lying on the bedside table.

I clenched my fist. "I have no obligation to explain my private conversation. Now I'll ask you again: what are you doing here?"

Draven left out an angry sigh, "Your door wasn't locked."

"It wasn't open either." I glared at him.

I observed Draven taking a deep breath, putting out the fire within his eyes. "I wanted to check on you to know that you are fine after everything that happened today." His harsh tone turned warmer and more composed.

"You should have knocked first," I stated firmly.

"I did, but you were too busy flirting with that vampire over the phone." An annoyed smirk flashed across his face.

"I wasn't flirting with him!" I snapped, "And why the hell do I need to explain myself to you?! You know that we were in a relationship and-"

"Right! You WERE in a relationship, and YOU left him!" he roared.

His words hit me with frustration. Was it wrong that I wanted to believe Sariel? Was it wrong that this part of my heart that still loved him wanted him back despite everything that had happened? I lowered my gaze to the floor and bit my lip. I was torn. I knew that my actions might have hurt Draven, but at the same time, I knew that what I told Sariel was honest: whatever I felt for Draven, it wasn't love.

I heard Draven sigh and then saw his boots stepping closer to me. I hesitantly lifted my head to meet his gaze.

"I'm your mate. I'm crazy about you. You said that you would give us a chance," he coaxed.

With a deep, shaky breath and muttered, "What if I don't feel it? What if it stays that way no matter how hard you try? What if I was meant to be with-"

"I'm the one destined for you," he cut me off abruptly and stepped forward, his hands slipping around my waist. "You would have felt it too if you let me claim you."

"Are you serious?" I scoffed, raising my eyebrows. "Do you expect me to fall in love with you after we spend a night together?"

He smirked and seductively narrowed his eyes. "That is also likely to happen, but I meant it differently. Mating between those who are destined is like a sacred vow. It ties you emotionally."

"But I don't feel the bond now. Do you expect me to feel it once we have sex?" For me, it still sounded like an extremely lame line to get me to bed.

He chuckled. "Listen, Lilith… I have faith in my skills to make the night I claim you the best night of your life, and you won't think of that vampire king again, but the mating ritual is something different. We will become inseparable afterward, and it is something that you will feel too, even if you are a human," he claimed.

His confidence was striking. Nonetheless, I couldn't believe that we were actually discussing sleeping together and talking about it as if it was some sort of contract! God! His words were messing with my mind, and I bet he was very aware of that. He knew that I was wavering because of my werewolf heritage and because I wanted to believe in destined, everlasting love. He kept tempting me with the idea of it, and it relentlessly confused my heart.

I was blaming myself for the lack of decisiveness that could hurt either Draven or Sariel. I wanted to be true to myself, but each time Draven mentioned destiny, I'd stop in hesitation. Even though Sariel was making my heart flutter, I couldn't help but wonder if that would change after this so-called mating ritual with Draven. This idea sounded insane, but the confidence Draven had shown while telling me this kept poking my mind to think that there had to be something more to it than the fact that he wanted to fuck me. Nonetheless, I wasn't considering submitting to him without feeling deep in my gut that I was making the right choice.

Draven kept his eyes locked on me while his arms roamed behind my back, pulling me closer against his hard body. "I know you want me, Lilith. You shouldn't be fighting this urge."

I could feel my body reacting to his touch, but it suddenly felt dirty. "This isn't right." I placed my hands on his chest to break myself off his grasp.

Draven looked at me with a deep frown. I stepped away from him and sighed, gathering my thoughts.

"Sariel wants me back," I explained, "and I thought I owed you enough to tell you about it."

He gritted his teeth. "I knew it. So, are you going to run to him after what he's done to you?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do, but I want to meet him and talk," I explained nervously.

"Do you want to be his doormat all the time?! He was using you!" Draven burst out.