04: Tangled Up Meeting

But on the other hand, Natasha started to have a hard time dealing with the heaviness of the rain pouring over her entire body. It was not about the soaking clothes or the mud all over her body but something she could not easily overcome. It was making her hands tremble and cry as she ran aimlessly around the unfamiliar land.

‘Please, tell me where are you now.’

Natasha suddenly heard a very alluring and caring cold voice that she hoped to be cradled with. It perks Natasha's wolf hearing and tried to locate where it came from but there was nothing. There was no sign of anyone causing another wave of dismay. She clicked her tongue in frustration and went on her way to wherever her feet led her.

“FUCK THIS!” Natasha suddenly shouted as frustration got her overwhelmed causing the increase in her heart rate. She knew it was not because of her aimless run.

“I HATE THIS!” She continued but the disturbing pain swirling around her chest kept stirring up along with the heavy rain.

Due to her loud frustration, vampires who were searching for her heard her. They began heading to her spot as fast as they could. But being a wolf, Natasha sensed it, and even without direction, she kept running as the rain washed away the tears from her face. Yet, the radiating pain was getting too much to handle. It was making it hard to breathe while running aimlessly.

"Somebody...anyone...please...” Natasha pleaded as she cried her heart out while she ran under the heavy rain. 

The heavy rain or heavy storm had some effect on Natasha ever since gained enormous self-control over her temperament as a wolf shifter. It was a nice gift from the moon but the downside of having it was something that Natasha couldn’t foresee before. Her human side grows weak in any heavy stormy weather and her wolf side is on rage like a sun’s heat.

"Help me...please...I can't...breathe much..." she kept pleading as her run began to slow down when something invaded her sense of smell. Her weakling body suddenly pushed for one more run to where the scent was coming from.

"Mate...help me..." she had no idea why she suddenly thought of it when she smelled the familiar scent but the rain slightly washed it away.

"Please..." Natasha's last cry as her sight was getting blurry when her body harshly collided with someone.

Morbius stopped in his tracks as his heart rate increased drastically as if it was about to explode causing him to be worried. He knew that the erratic beat of his heart was not a good sign because whoever his second beloved mate was in danger. 

“Where are you?” Morbius whispered in a worried tone when something clicked at the back of his head and heard a voice that once passed his mind.

‘Mate...help me…’

“I am here…where are you?” he whispered back as he closed his eyes trying to locate where it was coming from.

‘Please…’

It was very clear as crystal causing Morbius to turn around and a very heavy impact collided with his body. They both stumbled on the ground which made them covered with mud. But as soon as they got separated, Morbius managed to balance himself while on his knees. Yet, on Natasha’s side, she tried to get up but there's nothing more she can do. Her body was giving up in exhaustion. She growled slightly until Morbius towered her.

"It's her." Morbius thought as his heart rate increased more as soon as he towered weakling Natasha.

"Are you okay?" he might sounded cold but gently asked Natasha since she was not moving much or whenever she tried, her body gave up. 

Natasha groaned as she could not move or even push the vampire man who was towering over her. But when the wind blows, the alluring scent that she's been searching for is finally around her.

"You..." Natasha muttered weakly. 

"He’s beautiful and handsome to be my mate…he could save me from what I am going through…just maybe..." she thought as she felt relief in finding the owner of the scent even though it was a vampire. She didn't care about it at all.

Natasha just wanted to be engulfed with that scent and be cradled into such a blissful dream. But something suddenly passed her mind when she recalled what she had just gone through two nights ago. 

"Silly me...how can a mate accept me or take a risk to love me when I look like trash from that slavery house? I'm ashamed of what I've become when they've abducted me..." she thought hopelessly as she let her body slump into the muddy earthly ground. She even almost forgot that there was a vampire man with her if he didn't speak.

“Based on how your body reacts. You can’t move anymore.” a soothing and charming cold voice for Natasha’s hearing snapped her from her thoughts.

Natasha was trying to keep her eyes open while the rain kept pouring on them. She was weakening until Morbius touched her face gently. There was undeniable shock passed throughout her entire body and made everything halt. Silver grey meets dark hazel eyes and from there, they know already they are mates.

“Mate,” Natasha muttered lowly but very clearly to Morbius’s hearing.

But getting lost in their intense deep staring, Natasha’s face started to heat up and Morbius felt the warmness that he had been longing for. Yet, something else needed to happen.

"THE FUCK!" She exclaimed as sat up and gave a straight punch to Morbius's face. She was just hiding her flushing cheeks and her erratic heartbeat.

"DON'T DO THAT!" She continued while the vampire held his nose. 

"You just punched your mate." Morbius coldly groaned as he was easing the pain that his face received.

“Even you are my mate…you’re not an exception to it…” Natasha countered but her last strength was seriously leaving her. Morbius quickly caught her body before hitting the ground again.

“Hey! Don't you dare sleep here!" he took notice Natasha's eyes were closing as he tried to wake her but her body went heavy.

"WAKE UP!” Morbius shouted but Natasha already collapsed in his arms.

"So great on how tangled our first meeting." he sighed in disbelief but somewhere within him felt light and calm just being able to hold her.

Without having any other choice, he carried his beloved mate into his arms and placed a lingering kiss on Natasha's temple before heading back to the castle. He moved carefully in his vampire speed and arriving at the castle's living area, his servants immediately approached him.

"MASTER?!" Morbius's servants approached him as soon as he entered the castle once again soaking wet and carrying unconscious Natasha in his arms.

"Clean her up. Make sure she's well taken care of like any of us. And once she fully recovered, tell her not to leave and head to my chamber." He went on as he was about to hand Natasha to one of the male vampire servants but somehow, Natasha's unconscious body wasn't cooperating. It was not letting Morbius go and they were confused about it.

"Are you sure, Master? She just flees..." Rizal, the head butler wanted to make sure while shaking his head. Then looked over at the servant that Natasha once met when she woke up. She was the one who was able to take Natasha's unconscious body without having a hard time doing so. It seems to Morbius that his beloved mate's body knew who to trust.

"Nothing bad will happen to me so don't worry. Just take care of her and do what I said. No more buts." Morbius sighed and left Natasha in their care as he went back to his chamber to change again.

As Morbius was changing his wet clothes to dry ones, he began recalling how he sensed something was different from his beloved mate. He could feel that something was starting to change around the castle.

"Who are you aside from being a wolf rogue?" Morbius wondered while he began buttoning his bloody red polo before heading to his desk.

Being preoccupied with paperwork about his land, Morbius's mind always drifted to the well-being of his second beloved mate. He sighed and let himself rest while having his blood wine. He could feel that he was amused by how strong Natasha was since she was the only creature who dared to stand up against him face-to-face. 

"Interesting, beloved," Morbius muttered amusingly but it went sour when his mind recalled what once Natasha thought when their eyes locked.

‘He’s beautiful and handsome to be my mate…he could save me from what I am going through…just maybe...’

He slightly smiled but among his recollection of that particular moment, something began to stir up within him. It was Natasha's hopeless thought about what she had become.

'Silly me...how can a mate accept me or take a risk to love me when I look like trash from that slavery house? I'm ashamed of what I've become when they've abducted me...'

"You're not trash or be ashamed of what happened to you. Through it, I found you." Morbius groaned as anger kicked in when Natasha belittled herself after what she had to go through when she was being abducted and yet, managed to survive.

"You are a clever and brave wolf, my love. Hope you'll see that." He muttered with a sigh before heading back to work again.

But even though he focused on working again, Morbius’s mind drifted again about the hardship that Natasha had to face when she was held captive. Anger stirred up and he began breaking the pen that he was holding. Without even realizing it, his anger began to radiate around his body making him get up from his table and frustratedly making everything that he could touch fly everywhere inside his chamber.

"Master." Rizal entered his chamber after two knocks that Morbius didn't hear. Rizal knew that his master was in a rage at the moment.

"WHAT?!" Morbius shouted in anger while some papers flew around.

"Ahm, the lady wolf is already settled and resting..." Rizal informed his angry master.

"Good. Anything else?" Morbius nodded while gritting his teeth - controlling his temper.

"Ahm, the twins wanted to eat with you." He added another request from the twins. Morbius sighed heavily and due to his temper, he couldn't join them even though he was not speaking to them.

"Tell them that I can't and you know the reason why. Leave now, Rizal before I kill you." Morbius firmly commanded before he began throwing his chair which easily broke apart.

"Excuse me then, Master." Rizal bowed and excused himself out of his master's chamber.

"FUCK! WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO ME AGAIN?!" Morbius screamed at the top of his lungs before breaking his desk in one punch.

“Why I do care?! Why it hurts me this much? Why does it frustrate me to see her in pain?” he weakly wondered as he recalled the vulnerability in Natasha’s eyes when their eyes found each other.

Frustrated from not knowing the sole core reason for his heartache, Morbius groaned as he slumped himself on the floor and rested his body edge of his bed. Without realizing tears were already flowing down from his face. The known strong cold and ruthless master of the El Mezzanotte was in his vulnerable state as the painful past hit his soul once again. He doesn’t want to remember them but finding his second beloved mate, it was resurfacing again.

'Mate...'

"What?" Morbius snapped from his crying when he heard the same voice that he heard from his second beloved mate.

'Mate...'

"Fuck." He clicked his tongue in annoyance but wiped the tears away from his eyes before he got up from being down.

"Master!" Rizal was about to knock when Morbius opened the door.

"What?" Morbius was glaring and Rizal gulped before answering.

"Something odd was happening to the wolf lady." He informed making Morbius's eyes widen and dashed to the same room assigned for Natasha.