My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 151

I violently shook my head, and then a scream escaped my throat, "No!"

Rage mixed with agonizing pain as the burning hot blood ran through my veins faster and faster. I picked Sariel's number on my phone and called him. I waited, listening to long signals that only fueled my anger. How could he do this to me? I believed him when he said that he would make me his queen and that he would kill Elora… Was I the only one in love? Was he playing me up until this moment? No. I refused to believe that. When he didn't answer, I called him again and got switched to voicemail.

"You son of a bitch! You don't even have the decency to answer the fucking call and say it?!" I think my voice cracked just before I disconnected.

My frustration was overwhelming. I didn't cry, but I wanted to demolish the entire room just to ease my anger.

Another text came: "I'm sorry, Lilith. I wouldn't stand talking to you. I've never meant for it to happen, but this is the fact. Goodbye."

"Goodbye?" I gritted my teeth. "Goodbye?!" I shouted at the phone. "You should pray to die from the hands of those degenerates, if not, I will kill you in a far more brutal way!"

I didn't reply to his message. There were no words I could write to describe how I felt. My hands were shaking while my fast breaths mirrored my pounding heart. I knew I should call Martha and tell her what had happened, but I couldn't handle the idea of digging into that wound even deeper. I also knew that if I stayed inside my room, I would definitely break some furniture… or, more like, most of it. I chose to drink instead.

I went down to a hotel bar and ordered a glass of wine, as the bartender poured it, I changed my order to a whole bottle. With a filled glass and a bottle, I sat at the bar table. I drank the first glass real quick, and a few minutes later, the alcohol began gently soothing my blood pressure. I heaved a sigh, forcing myself to calm down. All those tears I shed must have built a solid shield around my heart because the pain I felt seemed bearable. The emotion that surfaced was anger. I felt as if I had enough betrayal. Perhaps I wasn't meant to find love in this lifetime. I was betrayed deeply by the one to whom I gave my heart, soul… and a lot of my blood. I had a mate that was supposed to give me his unconditional love, and yet I gave nothing but lustful gazes and words that had less and less meaning for me. It might have sounded bitter, but maybe I was better off without trying to love someone.

I barely registered Draven, sitting on a barstool next to me. He ordered a glass of scotch while I finished my second glass of wine. I noticed he was studying my face carefully without saying a word. I didn't turn my head towards him until his gaze became unbearably intense.

"What?" I snapped.

He raised his hands in surrender. "I come in peace," he said, giving me a peculiar warm smile.

"Draven, I'm not in the mood to talk, so please leave me alone," I tossed, shifting my blank stare to the rows of bottles on the bar wall.

I poured myself more wine and took a sip before putting down the glass. His smile faded, but his eyes stayed glued to my face. I nervously tapped my fingers on the stem of the glass, trying to ignore Draven, but he wouldn't let me. He gently grasped my hand, taking it off the stem and placing it untangled with his hand on the bar table.

"I heard about Queen Elora and her pregnancy. I also heard that it is confirmed that the child is King Sariel's," he said, tightening his grip on my hand.

I grabbed my glass in my other hand and drank it all in big gulps, as if I was trying to kill the sudden dryness in my throat. Only once the glass was emptied did I find the courage to look at him.

"How did you know?" I muttered.

"I have my sources inside the Palace," he smirked.

"I see." Acting indifferently, I poured what was left in the wine bottle into my glass.

"Lilith," he sighed, turning towards me on his stool and putting our untangled hands on his thigh. "I'm sorry… I know that you suffer. I see and feel how hurt you are. What can I do to make you feel better?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering if it wasn't another one of his games. I scanned his face in detail but didn't register anything suspicious. Of course, the alcohol didn't work well at sharpening my senses, but I was just too tired of keeping my guard up all the time.

"You can get me another bottle." I shrugged and turned my attention to my half-emptied wine glass.

Draven chuckled, "Wine won't cure you… I have something stronger in my room." He got down from his barstool and reached out his hand to help me get down from mine.

I raised my eyes at him.