Chapter 6

Freya’s pov

As he explained to me with every tremor and fear in his body, I couldn’t help but admire him. It was evident in his eyes that he cared what I thought, he cared for the light in which I saw him. He tried to repair that reputation for me. He didn’t want me to see him in a bad light, and someone that didn’t mind for what my perception of him was wouldn’t mind how I saw him.. so the fact that he rushed down here, held me and tried to explain showed exactly how much he cared for me.

It only proved to me that the mate bond was in full effect and that I wasn’t the only feeling this pull. He appeared so vulnerable and weak for me.

“So it was your father’s?” I asked not to completely let him see that his act was getting to me and melting me like a candle wax.

“Yes yes,” he affirmed.

It was just he and I now in the room, call it intuition or my inner guts but I wasn’t totally buying all that he had today me. Yes it was heart softening, to see the alpha whom everyone addressed as the devil be this soft for his mate. Yet somehow I couldn’t utterly shake off that feeling and while I nodded to him and smiled, I kept in my heart a plan.

Sooner or later the truth would come out and one thing about truth was that it would make itself visible with time.

So as for now, I smiled and hugged him. 

“Okay, I believe you,” I said to him.

If I was to discover the truth, I head to tread carefully and be mindful of what I do.

“Let’s get you to the room,” he said and guided me out of the room not before calling Iris.

Iris came running at his name, “alpha,” he simply said with a bow.

“Take care of everything, make sure everything is in order,” he commanded. He shot Iris a glare and turned to me.

“Come along,” Artemis called along.

We got into the elevator and headed to his winx. Or as he once put it, ‘our winx’.

I loved the idea of sleeping with him in the same room, like I mean…. He was literally a Demi-god, well aside from the fact that he’s a well known murder —- so maybe Demi-devil but the whole fact in the midst of all this was that he was hot. And just his mare touch erupting some form of feelings and hotness at the pit of my stomach, sensation that I had never once in my life experienced before.

Still I needed my own room. I did not know if it was too soon to start demanding things, personal things; like a room, clothes, phone. I can’t even recall when I last used a phone.

I was scared, he could get mad about demanding why I would want a room to myself, he may refuse and maybe get hot headed about it. So far as I had come he hadn’t been harsh or mean in the way that I was assuming and expecting. I did want to cut it short so soon.

But if I really was his wife and mate, he might consider it and it wasn’t such a bad thing to ask from a mate, my mate.

We took steady strides toward the door, the double door. He stopped abruptly and glanced at me, it was a glance of worry. It was evident that he had worries, that he was thinking.

It gnawed within me to know his thoughts. I, of course, didn't want to say the wrong thing that might spike him up. 

For all I knew, he may be pissed that I went through his stuff, his personal stuff for invading his privacy. I didn’t know how to react or what to say, hence the reason for my solitude.

He brought me closer to him, dragging me away from my thoughts and to him. My reality.

“You’re so quiet,” he noticed, “ you usually have a thousand questions in your head at disposal but you’re eerily quiet.” 

In such a short period of time he had studied me, it was heart melting and I wouldn’t lie if I said that didn’t bring a smile to my wolf’s face.

“Is everything okay?” He inquired yet again.

I stifled a giggle which did not go unnoticed by him. Taking a quick glance at him, I noticed his facial demeanour calm, it shifted from the last disturbed and worried expression.

“It’s nothing,” I told him. 

My mind was clawing at me to voice out what I had been thinking; that I wanted a room of my own. I couldn’t because somehow I felt, ‘who was I to ask for my own room,’ I had basically been a slave for thirteen years, what right did I have. It felt as though I was asking for too much because of the mate bond and I didn’t want to push my luck.

His physique emitted impatience, like he couldn’t wait any more minutes to get on his bed. He was stressed out, I remembered how hellish he looked when he first walked in this evening.

“So I can’t get to know the reason why you’re giggling,” he prodded. 

“It’s just the way you’re caring, it’s sw..eet,” I blurted out like the fool that I am.

His last action made the foolishness worth it, he chuckled darkly, it was small. I didn’t mind, what was that they said again, ‘baby steps,’ yeah. 

“Of course I care about you,” he said much to my surprise . I didn’t know how to react to this, the blood rushed to my cheek and I felt them heat up. My wolf on the other side was smiling like an idiot, I didn’t blame her though, we were both idiots.

As we walked into the room, he let go of my hands and I carried my sore feets to the bathroom. I sat my ass down in the bathtub and enjoyed some nice warm baths. Soaking in the warm water and letting it soften all the rigid tension I must have felt.

My life had always been a meagre, deficient and lacking. Meeting Artemis was a beautiful turn of event, I would consider it a story. Those ones with wonderful plot twists and lines and It was hard to comprehend that this was my life now. A dream.

The heat from the hot water brought about dew that encompassed the bathroom. I stepped out of the bath after a while, took a rope and put on.

Getting to the room where Artemis lay on the bed like the king that he is, he watched my every movement like a predator watching a prey carefully.

I turned my back to him in embarrassment, shy that he was watching me.

“You can wear my shirt,” he told me.

I’m glad he got the memo, I was fidgeting and conjuring up how I was going to put it out that I needed a dress to wear, I still didn’t feel confident enough. Take it from constant belittling by those Rexes of a family. 

When I turned to him, the next words that flew out of my mouth were completely impulsive and it brought great fears to me.

“Can I get my own room?”

“What did you say?!”He asked 

I’m dead….