Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

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Creed turned off the light. Without a word, he went back to the couch and laid there with only his pants on. I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep. But as the minute passed, I found more and more reasons to complain.

The bed was cold. The room temperature was wrong. My chest was tight. My favorite pillows were not working on me tonight. The scent of the fresh flowers on the tall vase near the bedside table was lacking. The sound of the soft wind playing with the tree branches outside which used to give me an odd sense of comfort was now irritating.

Every damn thing felt wrong.

Deep down, I knew how to make it right. But I was too stubborn to say the words. I was too easily bruised these days. Too easily triggered. Creed and I had hurt each other enough tonight. I was worried that my mouth would get the best of me again and I might hurt him again.

“Eli?” Creed called.

My throat tightened. I didn’t answer.

“Are you still mad?”

“Very.”

He cleared his throat. “I can’t sleep.”

“Good for you.”

“You can’t either.” I heard him move from the couch. “You know, we can be mad at each other and still hold each other. I heard that’s the secret to longer relationships.”

“That’s not possible for us. I don’t want to hold you right now, Black. If you come close, I swear I’ll bite you.”

Even without looking, I knew he was now smiling when he fondly spoke, “Vicious, is that an invitation for me to come close?”

The bastard didn’t wait for my answer. Seconds later, I felt the bed dip. The next thing I knew, I was back in his strong arms. My pillow was replaced with his arm. The irritating sound from the wind was replaced with his heartbeat. The scent of leather and musk wrapped around me like a warm blanket. It was no longer cold. And as much as I hated to admit it, with Creed now beside me, everything felt… right again.

“I still hate the hell out of you tonight,” I whispered as I swallowed my own words and buried my face into his bare chest, breathing him in.

I was not going to lie to myself anymore. A man like him needed to be on my bed. Every single night.

“Of course. We still hate each other tonight,” Creed agreed, holding me tighter. “That does not mean we have to sleep separately though. Good night. love”

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He dropped a kiss on my forehead, and I felt something in my chest loosen, allowing me to breathe better. Silence consumed the room. Both of us were still wide awake. He ran his fingers gently against my scalp, soothing my nerves and my worries away.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered after some time.

I sobbed. “I’m sorry too.”

Creed lifted my chin and kissed my tears away. “I never meant to belittle your judgment, Eli.”

(Creed)

I was tricked. I argued with Elianna for all the right reasons and yet, when I saw tears trickle down her cheeks, I found myself reaching out to her, apologizing in an instant. Right and wrong were all forgotten the second she cried, making me lose twice in a row. First with the hunter. The second was with her.

My mate was still sniffling, making me realize that I would rather be wrong than be the reason for these tears, than go to bed without her in my arms, knowing that she was uncomfortable and hurt.

“I didn’t mean to question your spells or your decision about the hunter,” Elianna said.

“I know.”

“Do you… believe me now? Do you… trust me?”

I held her gaze. “I do. I never stopped. Hell, I would trust you with my life, love. If you told me you were secretly the Moon Goddess, I would believe you.”

A smile curved her lips. “You won’t question it? Really?”

“Well, I would question the heavens for having such a wicked goddess in their domain. Nevertheless, I would believe you.”

I grinned when she smacked me on the chest.

“It was not you I didn’t trust. It was Terrence. But fine, since you believe in him, then I will try to give him the benefit of the doubt.”

I did not add that all the evidence was leading to the Alpha King. One of the mages leaked the video of him entering another realm, including his secret evening rendezvous with Aurelia who were also being questioned. Since they were linked together and often met, rumors circulated that both of them created another realm unknown to us all which threatened the peace in all the realms.

At the moment, there was a widespread protest happening in different parts of our realm, demanding Terrence to step down. The city was unstable. The council was urging me to return and had been calling Aramides nonstop. Those were according to Nathan, one of my pack warriors.

Even when the humans betrayed the werewolves, even when our realm suffered a great loss from their treachery, our realm had never been this chaotic. In fact, we were more united at that time because we had one goal: revenge.

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I had no plans of returning anytime soon. However, I made sure that my pack coordinated with the council and the ruling packs from different regions to help bring back peace and order. There was no news whether Terrence came back to the city castle. He had not made a public appearance yet.

The good news was that Dale was now on the road to recovery. After Anson heard about his condition, he sent their realm’s own physician down our territory to check on my beta. With the dragons’ elixir, he was able to regain consciousness. Dale would have wanted to report back to duty if not for my sister who nagged him about it.

“How’s Dale?” Elianna asked after some time.

I told her about his speedy recovery, thanks to her kin. She smiled, relieved.

“I’m glad. I would like to invite their family over for dinner, if that’s okay with them. It’s not safe anywhere right now. I want them to be as close to us as possible at least until the hunters are out there. That way, you won’t have to worry about them all the time. This mansion is big enough for all of us anyway.”

“You don’t have to force yourself to be with them, Eli. My pack is with them. They will be fine.”

“No, I mean it. I’m about to give birth any day soon. I can feel it. I want us all to have dinner as a family before that happens. Dale, Lizbeth, and Bridget only met my uncles. Not my mom. She adores kids, you know.” Her eyes shone with possibilities. “With a little girl around, she might loosen up a little and learn to spend more time outside rather than bury herself constantly in her workroom.”

I kissed her hands and then her mouth. “If that’s what you want.” She yawned. “Go to sleep, love. You had an exhausting day. Good night.” I caressed her belly. “You too, son. Sweet dreams to you both.”

How did I think I could go to sleep without doing that? Without kissing her? That was presumptuous of me.

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