Chapter 6

Confusing Heart

My back felt the soft mattress as Lane pinned me on the bed. I couldn't care less of what was happening around me anymore. How is my marking gone suddenly? How am I giving in this quickly?

My body was just to fixated to his kisses that sent shivers on my spine. A moan just escaped from my lips when I felt his hand cupped my breast gently. My breathing ragged mountains as I felt the touch of his hand slowly approaching my wet folds.

I didn't even know my jeans were already unzipped! And like a moth following the flame, I didn't care is I was burning with his every touch. I didn't care at all! I just kissed back and touch him all over his body.

My hand travelled to his shirt. I didn't like the way our clothes were separating our skin. I want to feel him.

I want feel his warmth and just be filled with him.

"Slowly," he chuckled.

My fingers were already shaking from unbuttoning his jeans. My patience were slowly ripping second by second. I didn't even realize he was taking his time savoring every taste of me! I was just the one here being impatient.

My hand froze and immediately, I felt like a cold water rushed onto me. My eyes were fixed on my hand holding his belt. My eyes blinked a couple time before I realize what I was really doing.

I pulled myself from bed, away from him. This is not the plan. No. No. no.

I saw the frustration growing in his face and I could tell, I also had the same expression. I felt the shivers throughout my body realizing what could have happened between us if I continued.

"G-get out," my lips trembled.

He looked at me with his confused eyes, puzzling me like he couldn't find the other piece.

"Is something wrong?"

I sneered.

"Yes! What were doing is wrong!"

He stood up from bed and took a step closer to me. When he saw me took a step back, he froze from his steps.

"Sette–"

"You need to leave now."

"Did I do something wrong? What's the problem, Sette?"

I stifled a mocking laugh.

"Y-you're Marking!" I could feel the tremble in my lips as thought of a reason.

Right, he's mating. And he could clearly see that I'm not. Though, I was a while ago, I'm still relieved that the pill worked just in time. It suppressed my Marking.

His head dropped and I could feel the defeat in his presence. He shook his head and massaged his temples. My breathing was still fast like I couldn't catch air everytime his close.

"Just leave, Lane."

He nodded, avoiding any eye contact with me. And without a word, he headed to the door and exited my room. When he finally closed the door, my knees felt week and I fell to the floor. I could feel my body shaking.

My fingers brushed my plump lips. It's plump because...

I couldn't think through the reason why it's plump.

"I kissed him. Fuck."

That night still lingered in my mind after three days passed. I never dared to go outside my room. I still feel his kisses and guilt would just shower me.

I came here to kill him. I was sure I would kill him. But now, I don't get the hesitation I'm feeling.

I sighed as I slumped my body on the bed. I heard the a knock and I knew who would be brave enough to visit me.

"You should try to go outside, Sette," I heard Amara.

"I'm a prisoner," I answered while my eyes were fixed at the ceiling.

"Lane told me that you're allowed to roam around."

My eyes closed tightly. I swear I felt the urge to moan his name that night and good thing I didn't. It would haunt me!

"Still staying here."

"At least go out."

My brows furrowed. Why is she even pushing me to go out? I thought they hate me. I sat up on my bed and looked straight at Amara.

"Why are you persistent?"

She sighed. She looked like she's been on battle grounds lately. Her under eye is dark. Her lips were dry and a bit pale. I'm still aware of the war outside this base. Is their world really this messed up? Then a thought immediately went to my mind.

"I mean you saved Lane. We have your trust–"

I cut her off cause obviously that wasn't the reason.

"You want me to defend this pack?" I asked carefully.

Silence stretched in every corner of the room and that was already a take away for me. I laughed without humor. One moment they want me dead and now they want me to protect them?

"This is stupid. Whose idea is this?"

She made an apologetic smile before she spoke.

"It was my idea and Lane approved of it."

I rolled my eyes.

"You want me to go to war and battles after you almost killed me with that Blood Witch thing?" I asked sarcastically.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's a no," I said with finality.

"I know that would be your answer but you could think of it, you know? You have nowhere to go right now. Your organization might be hunting for you–"

"The mote reason I should stay here," I pointed out.

"And you could be a great asset to our pack."

"You're using me as a weapon."

She shook her head proudly.

"No. We will be your ally, Sette. If your organization comes looking for you, we can protect you and defend you as long as you do the same to our pack."

I shook my head. I'm still bot budging in.

"Your pack. I'm not part of any pack."

She sighed heavily.

"If I can't convince you, then, maybe... He will."

"Who?" I asked nervously.

Amara pursed her lips. My heart couldn't stop from jumping too much. I had a person in mind but I want to deny it. Please, not him.

Just not him.

When the door opened after a gentle knock, I felt my heart betrayed me. I felt all the flutters inside of me. My breathing hitched as I saw him.

No. I'm not ready to see him. Not after what just happened in this room!

"I'll just leave the room," Amara quickly stood up.

"No."

"No!"

I looked at Lane when we spoke together like we had the sane thoughts in our minds. This is ridiculous. I should be brave facing him. I should be killing him already but why am I even hesitant with just feeling his presence?

There's definitely something wrong here.