My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 155

The thought that Draven had been lying to me from the beginning drilled into my mind, making my teeth grit. I didn't think I could handle another betrayal without losing my mind. I'd had enough of things falling apart in my life. It would have been so much easier if I were living in a human world. When the human guy wants you in his bed, he doesn't play the destiny card to put pressure on you. Draven did everything he could to make me feel guilty for not choosing him. He made sure that I would always feel that if I chose Sariel, I would go against the higher power and become cursed. The feeling he planted in my heart had been haunting me, spreading through my body like poison. But if I wasn't his mate, then why did he lie? Why would he be so desperate to make me his Luna? I refused to believe that I had a certain value that could help him become king. He could have claimed the throne all by himself. Besides, if I wasn't his mate, then who was it? Was it Jetta? Was it the real reason why she hated me? Was it because Draven rejected his mate just so he could make his dreams of glory come true? It sounded too ruthless and messed up, even for Draven.

I went back to my room to pack, trying not to think at all. Wherever my thoughts went, a wave of fear flowed through my body. Elora was pregnant, Sariel was nowhere to be found, and it was possible that Draven wasn't my mate. It was too much for me to keep my mind focused on the fact that I would soon fight against my father's pack. I desperately needed to solve at least one of those unknown issues.

There was no way for me to learn more about Elora's pregnancy, and I was in no state of mind to confront Draven yet. The only other thing I could do was to talk to Patrick. He should have been in constant contact with Leo. I truly hoped that at least the Royal Army's general would know more about Sariel's disappearance. One part of my mind hoped that it was all some kind of Sariel's stratagem, an act to lure out JD. Maybe the only thing that was truly missing was his phone, not him. God… I needed someone to tell me that he was alive. I could live with everything else, but not without him living in this world. I would rather bear the thought of not having him in my life and him living happily with someone else… I prayed to every higher power to save him, to let him live. I wished for nothing more than that.

As soon as I packed my backpack, my movements became automatic: I got up, walked out of the room, and went across the street to another hotel where the Royal Army was staying. I marched straight to the fourth floor to room 406, Patrick's room. I knocked.

A second later, Patrick opened the door with an aggressive jerk. In that brief moment before he saw me, his posture was filled with hostility, and his eyes were blazing. I'd never seen him act like that before, at least not towards me. When his eyes finally acknowledged that it was me, standing by his room, he slightly lowered his guard. Nonetheless, his gaze remained hostile.

"Mind telling me why you smell like this dog?" he hissed.

I cringed. He knew. I didn't have to say a word, and he knew what I did; what choice I made. I frowned and clenched my teeth.

"You have no right to judge me, Patrick," I said, glaring at him. "Your King did everything he could to push me away, and Draven…" I stopped.

The phrase that I was Draven's mate stuck in my throat. It was my excuse to hope for unconditional love, my excuse to think that I could be happier without Sariel because I would choose my destiny. If it had been a lie, it would have stripped me of my self-esteem. It would have been Draven's fault for making such a disgusting lie, but it would have been mine as well for believing him. My assumption had yet to be confirmed, but Patrick's stare already made me feel like a slut. I hated that feeling.

I bit my lip hard, giving my body an anchor to regain some balance. I feared that without the mask of sanity I placed on my face would fall off and I would break to pieces while standing in the hotel corridor.

"I apologize." Patrick soothed the tone of his voice. "I am furious, and I acted awful, taking it out on you." He gave me a faint smile and invited me into his room with a gesture.