11. Truth or Lie?

~Hazel's POV~

I slowly caressed all my pockets where I hid the flower petals earlier after showing them to Scarlett and looked at Liam, who walked toward the small bar he had in his room.

I didn't notice the bar until he walked towards it... When did he get a bar in his room?

I get the room is giant, but last time when I was here... never mind. I don't want to think about the last time.

He poured whisky into a glass and glanced at me from his shoulder, "Do you want some?"

"No, I am good," I said.

"I think you should have some... That's the only way you will tell me the truth," He voiced in a cold voice.

Truth? What does he mean? Does he know anything?

I hope not...

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He sat on the couch and tilted his head towards the space beside him, motioning me to sit.

I sat on the couch, maintaining my distance from him, and prepared myself for all the questions that he was going to ask me.

He came from a little chit-chat with his aunt and the pack for sure he was going to ask some questions that I didn't want to hear.

"From which pack do you belong?" He asked while looking at his glass.

What? What the heck is wrong with him? Does he really forget every single thing about me, or is he playing dumb right now?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I love getting answers for my questions, not questioning my questions," He growled at me in a low voice.

Alright... Either something is wrong with him or something wrong is going to happen with me.

I sat straight while trying to control my heartbeats and sighed, I didn't know what should I say. Shall I speak the truth or lie?

Fuck... Where am I stuck?

"You are from the Silver Moon Pack. My pack," He glared at me.

Alright... I knew he would find out about this but this soon... I wasn't expecting this.

I nodded my head, "I am."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" He asked while shooting daggers at me through his eyes which I found way too dominating.

I looked away from him and started playing with my fingers, "I didn't want to do anything with this pack. I just wanted to live peacefully. Also..."

I gazed at him and a thought clicked in my mind, "I... Umm... It might sound odd or funny but I... I didn't know that you were the alpha of the Silver Moon pack."

Well, this isn't completely a lie. I really didn't know he was the alpha until met him that night.

"You do not look that stupid to me," He scoffed.

"Well, I am. I knew nothing about you being the alpha of this pack. I used to live far away from the packhouse; never for once I came here until..."

My voice died down at the end as I remembered the night that changed my life and I blinked back the tears, I couldn't be weak in front of him.

"Until?" He asked.

"That was the night before I left the pack," I said to him while gaining my confidence back.

"Why did you leave the pack?" He asked.

I looked at him with furrowed brows, "Didn't we agree to one of the terms where we said no personal questions will be asked and no one is obliged to answer anyone's personal question?"

He stood from his place with chuckles coming out of his mouth and went to the bar again to fill his empty glass, "That was long before I knew you were my pack member."

He turned around with a smirk on his face and asked, "Just tell me the truth or I'll make you say the truth. Do not forget that I am the alpha. Your alpha."

No, you are not.

I wanted to say this loud but I knew I couldn't. Only this one statement can change everything in a snap and only he and God know what is going to happen to me after that.

"I already filled in you with the details of not being able to become one with my wolf and your goody pack... Or I should say pack people weren't nice to me. I had to go through things that no one should go through. Traumatized, scared, and alone... I had no other option but to leave," I said.

He hummed, "I heard what thoughts they have about you. Why didn't you come to me? Why I wasn't informed how my pack member was getting treated by other pack members? Why did your parents let you leave just like that? With no protection and no permission from the alpha. You know the people who run like that are called rogue."

"If my parents were here, nothing like that would have happened to me. They are no more... They died in a car accident," I said while forcing a smile on my face.

His hard eyes which had just been glaring at me for the past fifteen minutes softened and he sat at the edge of the couch, way too close to me which made his mint scent dance over my head.

I scooted away from him so I would not loose my control over my body and continued, "The people turned their back on me, I didn't think anyone would love to hear my miseries. I just kept going until I couldn't take it more."

"I would have taken care of it the right way. You should have told me. Wolf or not, you are part of this pack and you were not supposed to be treated like that," He said in a soft voice that I heard the very first time when I met him that night.

His voice was the same as the night that we spent together which started to give me butterflies but a little movement in my belly reminded me not to give in to his charm that took me to his bed.

I can't fall for the same crap again... No... Not again.

He gulped his drink in one go and placed the glass on the table, "There is no point in asking you why agreed to the contract... You did not know me so you did not know where you were going. This was the reason why you were anxious in the car."

He noticed?

"I notice everything," He smirked.

Yeah, as if does.

He started to take off his blazer which made his muscular arms come into my view and I averted my gaze from him, "You should change in the bathroom or the closet."

"Oh, I forgot I have a contracted wife now," He laughed.

He started to move towards the closet but before he could get in, I asked, "So what now? I mean... Where do we stand? What about... Umm... You know."

"The contract is still there. You are my wife now and I already made this clear to everyone that no one would say a word to you. Stay until I find my mate and then you are good to go," He said and walked into the closet.

What's wrong with him? Why... Why does he always say that he needs to find his mate when I am standing in front of him?

I feel the bond between us... Even if we don't touch each other. Then why doesn't he? Or he does and he is playing with me?

Oh god, what's happening? Does he really have no memory of me or am I getting the wrong bonding signals? What the heck is it?