My Most Precious Human novel Chapter 156

After my conversation with Patrick, I only felt more restless. The helplessness I felt was devouring me slowly from the inside. Patrick told me to believe in the King's strength and the power of the most skillful fighters in the Royal Army, but I saw the fear flashing in his eyes, and it was the same kind of fear I felt. I was aware that Sariel might win against ten, maybe a hundred degenerates, but they were coming in thousands, and the power they possessed together couldn't be underestimated. By the end of the day, it was a matter of tactics, and JD wasn't losing in that department.

Additionally, I kept wondering whether the messages I got from Sariel were truly from him. I knew that I was acting shallow and selfish, thinking about it in this situation, but the "what if" was piercing through my head. What if Sariel didn't want to say goodbye? What if he wasn't Elora's child's father? What if… Elora wasn't pregnant at all?

That last thought appeared in my mind like a revelation. Was she really conveniently pregnant at the right time? The child was literally her key to the royal vault and bank accounts, and all she had to do was to make the announcement, and it was her personal doctor who provided proof. Saying two or three sentences and showing a few false documents would have been much easier than actually getting pregnant. I bet that Elora had a few more supporters just like the previous king's counselor, people who would have supported her even if she had claimed that the sky was green and the grass was blue. It would be more likely that she faked the pregnancy… Yet, I was aware that I could have been making it sound rational in my mind just to erase the possibility that Sariel could be her child's father.

I had to do some more cleaning in my messed-up life. I wasn't completely prepared for what I was about to do, but I needed to talk to Draven. I had to confront him before I would throw myself into battle. I stormed toward my hotel and marched straight to Draven's room, hoping that he'd still be there. I knocked on his door.

"Come in." His voice broke into the corridor.

Once I entered, I saw him talking to Ari. Draven sat on his bed while Ari stood before him, holding a map of the Southern Wood Pack territory with a few points marked as potential targets. Draven's eyes were constantly on the map, except for the glance he gave me when I opened the door. When Ari saw me, he greeted me with a gentle nod and grinned. I shot him a brief smile, hoping that he was just about to leave Draven's room. I needed to talk to his Alpha alone.

I watched Draven give a few instructions to his Beta while I stood by the door. My hands were glued to my thighs, just so I could hide the fact that they were shaking. Nonetheless, my fingers were nervously tapping against my jeans. Many violent words were crumbling inside my head, making me feel that they could burst through my throat at any second.

"Lilith, come and sit beside me." Draven smiled and waved his hand, calling me.

I said stiffly, "I'd rather wait until you finish."

He frowned, scanning my face while I could hardly look into his eyes. Ari's lips curled into an awkward smile as the air in the room became tense.

"I'll go and prepare my team," he tossed, excusing himself and darting out of the room.

With Ari closing the door behind him, the tension between me and Draven only rose. I knew that the mighty Alpha was trying to read my agitated expression, but he couldn't. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and questioningly raised his eyebrows.

"Draven… I want you to be honest with me," I started, taking a cautious step towards him.

"Of course." I could not register the hint of nonchalance in his voice, yet I forced myself to ignore it before it annoyed me.

I pulled a deep breath into my lungs. "Did you try to leave your mark on me last night?"

"Yes." He crossed his arms over his chest, intensifying his stare at me.

"And yet, I don't have it," I said, awaiting his reaction.

"I was afraid it wouldn't work on you," he stated calmly.

I narrowed my eyes at him, scanning his expression, but it betrayed no emotions.

"Melinda told me about the possible reasons why the mark didn't stay on my body." I kept searching his face, but he remained composed. "It could be because I regenerate too fast, and I am immune to wolf bites…"

"I've already assumed that it might work this way, but it doesn't change-"

"Or there could be another reason for it," I cut his words and fisted my hand as I prepared myself to say, "The mark will not stay on someone who isn't your mate."

He stood up, towering over me, and looked down. His eyes became darker, and a frown painted his forehead.

"How can you not trust me like that?" he asked, sounding as if my words hurt him.