Forbidden Mating With The Alpha

Chapter 12

Lucy wasted no time with talking after she sat down in the chair facing the one Dante was sitting on. It could have been credited to the fact that she was growing more comfortable with his presence and found it easy to talk to him despite his quiet and aloof demeanor.

"I know this might sound strange... but I don't have any recollection of my past before yesterday," she began, her words flowing so smoothly past her lips that even she was surprised, but that did not stop her.

"I'm well aware," was Dante's reply as he watched her face. She was bothered by something and though it was obvious what it was, he wanted to hear it directly from her.

"Yes, but why? It can't be because you heard our conversation," she said, noticing for the first time that she felt completely different in that moment. It was as if something deep inside her was trying to take control. She could not figure out what it was but she desperately wanted the truth, to know about herself, and she would not stop until she got the answers she wanted.

"No, you're right. Naturally, I know more about you than you think. But I won't indulge you by telling you-"

"Why!?" Before she realized it, she had stood up. A mixture of sadness and anger forced her to act in a way that was uncharacteristic of her. Tears welled up in her eyes. Dante was not fazed. He wished he could tell her all she wanted to know but it was best to let nature take its course. He stood up so that the height difference between them was emphasized.

"Don't think I'm holding back because of my orders. This is for your own sake," he explained. Lucy wanted to sit down and she let her body drop to the chair. It had been plaguing her mind since yesterday and since she had no one she could consult, she thought Dante could give her the answers.

"I-I hate this... I hate living like this," her voice quivered, "... I don't know anything about myself. I don't know if I have any parents or someone who cares about me."

"You have Creed," Dante said and she quickly shook her head. She was being open with Dante because she trusted him despite not knowing him for that long. When he hugged her earlier, a spark formed in her heart and a bond was created.

"No, I don't. Not when it's like this," the tears were now streaming down her face. He sighed and made his way around the table so that he was standing behind her. He gently rested his hands on her shoulders.

He hated seeing her so pained by not knowing the truth but he would not disobey his orders.

As the two continued to speak with each other, a small, red butterfly that had landed on the window seal after Lucy left it took flight. It maneuvered its way through the rain to avoid being struck by raindrops and wafted down to the second floor. At the window directly below the one where Lucy was seated, Layla had been standing by it and looking down at the streets.

When the butterfly came into view, she smiled slyly and reached her hand out for the butterfly to land on her index finger.

"What do you have for me?" She asked, moving her finger so close to her red lips until she parted them and inhaled through her mouth. The butterfly flew into her mouth and dissolved into some smoke against her tongue, then she closed her mouth. At that second, everything the butterfly had heard became part of her own memories.

"Rosalie... and the Commander? What an interesting turn of events," she muttered to herself, turning around when Yelena entered the room. Layla smiled as Yelena approached her until she stopped a few feet away from her.

"Where you eavesdropping on them?" Yelena asked bitterly, a frown on her face.

"On who, do you mean?" Layla asked and Yelena despised her for playing ignorant, "How could I hear anything over this rain?"

"I don't know how you've been doing it, but you need to stop spying on Rosalie," Yelena said as more of a warning that Layla took to heart.

"Are you threatening me? What proof do you have anyway?" Layla asked. Yelena crossed her arms over her chest.

"I don't have any proof but I felt it. You were watching her when she was in the bathroom earlier. You attacked her," Yelena proclaimed to see Layla lightly laugh to herself.

"Yes, I was watching her, but I did not attack her. That was her own doing," she said, walking in Yelena's direction. When she was close, it was evident that she was just walking past her to the door.

"What do you mean?" Yelena asked.

"I find it hard to believe that an adept magician such as yourself hasn't caught on yet," Layla said, walking out of the door and leaving Yelena on her own. She let her arms fall to the side and looked over at the window. She did not understand what she had been missing or what she hadn't caught on to yet.

What she knew was that Layla could not be trusted. She knew too much for her own good and her ability to spy on others was troublesome. She was set on watching Rosalie very closely and Yelena could not begin to comprehend why.

After Dante had left, Lucy remained seated in the chair beside the table, the window still opened and blowing cool air into the room. Her hair danced along with the wind and she desired to stay in that peaceful moment for a long time. However, a few minutes before dinner would be served, she was surprised when Creed entered the room.

He was well dressed for the occasion. It would be his first time having dinner with Lucy and the others, after all. And the other women thought the same. If Layla appeared to have been extravagant that morning, it did not compare to how she looked this evening. She was keen on attracting all of the attention to herself and she might succeed.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay like this for a long time," Creed said, walking past her to the window. He closed it and Lucy watched as a few drops of the rain landed on his hands when he reached out to close them. She thought back to when Dante demonstrated to her that she would have allergic reactions when her skin would come into contact with the rain.

When Creed returned to her side, she reached her hands out to take ahold of his. He stood silently as her soft hands caressed his. She ran her fingers over the water drops and felt the burning sensation from before, except that it was not as extreme as it had been. The rain would lose its effects after coming in touch with any surface.

"Does it hurt?" Creed asked after he noticed what she had been doing.

"Only a little," she shook her head, "There's so much that I don't know. Having to discover things through trial and error seems so... scary." She looked at the window as she said the last part. Who knew what else could bring harm to her?

"You won't have to do it alone. I'll always be with you," he said softly to reassure her.

'And with the other women,' she thought to herself before she shook her head to get that thought out. She was glad that no one could read her mind because she would have a hard time explaining how she felt.

"When will the ceremony be?" She asked, looking up at his eyes. He was just as eager to get married to her as she was to him.

"This Sunday evening," he said. That was two days from that evening. That meant one more day of waiting. When he noticed the sullen expression on her face, Creed got down on one knee so that he was at eye level with her. He took her hand in his and kissed the back of it. Her cheeks started burning up and a red hue covered her face.

"You have no idea how much I love you. I want to make you the first wife," he said, moving his hand so that she could caress the side of his face.

"What difference would that make?" She asked lightheartedly.

"A huge difference. The first wife has more authority over the others than you think. It also means you're more important to me," he said and she pursed her lips. She did not like the thought of having any authority over the other wives. In fact, she believed that they would all be equals. She was flattered by his proposal but it did not feel right that he would favor her over the other women.

"Im not comfortable with-"

"I'm not giving you a choice, Rosalie. I can't marry you alone but I can at least make you my first wife. Let me do that much at least."

She could not ignore the passion painted on his eyes. Her heart skipped a beat. She was truly loved and that was the proof she needed. She nodded and did not any other word, but that was more than enough for him to be content with.

"Perfect. I don't want to rush you but we should head down to dinner. Your hands are getting cold," he said, still holding her hand against his face. That room did not have any heating, not to mention the window had been opened for a long time. If she really did not want to get sick considering what happened that morning, it was best that she hurry on downstairs with him.