The Amorous Mate

Chapter 45: Pulled

The moonlit from above the mansion was brighter than the lamps inside.

Chelsea instinctively hugged herself as cold seeps through her skin after a blow of midnight breeze passed through. Worried, Chelsea roamed her sight to the surrounding, hoping that she could have a chance finding out the thing that they were about to do in the place. She bit her lower lip as she realized that there was nothing in the place aside from the well-lit moonlight.

“What are we doing here at your mansion’s rooftop, Matthew?” Chelsea asked.

Lord Matthew stopped. He looked at Chelsea who was shaking uncontrollably because of the cold weather from the midnight peak. He unhesitatingly removed the warm gentleman’s coat in his body and willingly gave it to Chelsea.

“Here,” he said, wrapping the coat on the princes’ skin.

“Th-Thanks.” Chelsea’s cheeks felt burning even though the night was mortifyingly chilling.

“In this place, we can see them clearly. That is why I wanted you to watch here with me,” said Lord Matthew, probably answering her intrigue.

“Why? What are we watching with them? Can you tell me?”

“I already told you, didn’t I? If I tell you what it was, you will have no fun watching them anymore.”

Chelsea sighed. “Whatever. If you don’t want to tell me, then I think I have no choice but to just watch here and find out what you are pointing about.”

Lord Matthew smiled. “Better choice,” he said, “but to give you a hint, for as if you are going to kill me with your disappointed sighs, you will see something fascinating about us, werewolves. Something that has been going on with us ever since our race has existed.”

Chelsea gripped the hem of her dress and gritted her teeth. It was not because she was mad over something, or that because she was afraid of whatever the wolves will do sooner or later, but it was because she felt something thrilling as she looked down the ground.

Down the ground, the people of the Silver Feather mansion was flocked. Even though it was midnight, Chelsea was able to look at them and recognize their faces. She was even able to find where Jullian and Beatrix was. Still, they were inseparable. Their holding towards each other’s hand were as tight as an entwined rope—hard to separate and disentangle. On their face, worries and hesitations were lingering, making Chelsea worried as well.

“Say Matthew, why was Jullian and Beatrix having worries and fear enveloping their faces? It was unusual for them, since they are usually carefree and is always looking for fun,” asked Chelsea. Her eyes were pasted on the couple’s figures down below.

“They were afraid that destiny would not side them, that is,” Lord Matthew answered.

“Is this related to the thing I’m about to discover soon?”

Lord Matthew nodded. “It is.”

Chelsea’s worry grew even bigger. “Then it must be hard for them,” she said.

“Why?”

“Because . . . destiny is a trick. Sometimes, it is evil. Whatever their worries was, of Jullian and Beatrix, there is only but a slim chance for destiny to side with them,” she said. She gripped the portion of her red gown once again. “Even I . . . the destiny was playing with my life, I am certain.”

“But the Moon Goddess is the one giving our destinies, and she will never want anything hideous against us,” Lord Matthew said.

“I once met with destiny, don’t you know? Or no, it’s not destiny. Perhaps, affiliate of destiny.”

Lord Matthew’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. “You have met with the destiny?”

Chelsea smiled and nodded. “That is the reason why I am with you now, did you forget? In my dream, the affiliate of destiny told me that I should ask for your help in order to accomplish the destiny’s task—which, as you already know, to become the crowned princess. So far, everything is turning good and well.”

“Ah, I remember,” Lord Matthew said, smiling. He wanted to tell something more in relation to what Chelsea said, but instead, he decided to only keep his mouth closed.

“I don’t know what the destiny wanted to happen to me, but I am certain any minute from now, it will pull a good trick up on its sleeve. And no matter how I prepare to embrace it, I will always feel shock and will always fall.”

“That must be the reason why you are worried for Jullian and Beatrix,” Lord Matthew concluded.

“Uh huh. Because I am afraid destiny is going to pull a trick today for them—which let us hope would not happen.”

“Let us have faith with destiny. It will make Jullian and Beatrix achieve their happiness. That is what I am certain of,” Lord Matthew said.

“No, Matthew. It is not what you are certain of, but is what you are hoping for. Nothing is certain, right?” Chelsea shrugged as she looked at Lord Matthew, telling those words.

Lord Matthew again, smiled, and looked at the brightly-lit moon from the dark sky above. “There is another mystery that I have been wondering at this very moment,” he said. His voice was calm, as if it was swaying with the calmness of the silent night.

“Really? Then what was it? Perhaps I can help.”

Lord Matthew’s stares went back to her. “You,” he directly said.

Hearing the lord’s answer, Chelsea was shocked and caught off-guard. Her cheeks immediately blushed soon as she avoided the gaze of the handsome Baron lord.

“Wh-What do you mean?” she asked along with her stammers.

“Aside from the fact that you are mysterious in total sense—” Chelsea gripped tighter in her dress, frightened of whatever Lord Matthew will say next— “but what I am curious of, right now, is the mystery of your eyes.”

“Huh?” Chelsea looked back at him with questioning gazes, which she soon regretted, because somehow, she found the lord’s gaze as drowning.

“I was curious . . . how are you able to see Jullian and Beatrix from below.”

“With my eyes, of course,” she answered.

“Given that the moonlight might be bright, it was not enough for a human eye to be able to see clearly from this distance. Add the fact that Jullian and Beatrix was hiding under the dark shade of a tree, it would be hard for you to discern what the look in their faces was,” explained Lord Matthew.

Chelsea stopped. She processed what the Lord told. Her eyes were locked back at the figures of Jullian and Beatrix.

“Now that you mentioned it, why can I?” she asked.

Lord Matthew swallowed the lump forming on his throat. If his guess was right, then . . .

“It started happening to me when I was abducted by Miss Kress,” she started explaining. “I was left by Beatrix on a dark place, outside the rogues’ mansion. I was alone and unable to see anything. Until everything went clear, and I can have a vision of everything seamlessly—even though it was dark. That is why I was able to follow and go back inside the mansion.”

“Perhaps you have developed that ability based on your needs,” Lord Matthew said, keeping the true what if he has been pondering.

“What is this place, a fantasy?” she asked, sneaking a laugh. “If this was a fantasy, then maybe I would believe it just as how you told me. No ordinary human can develop such thing in just a snap, or just by needs.”

“But your life already seemed fantasy, isn’t it?” Lord Matthew asked. “Though there were no dragons and magic powers contrary to the fantasy of books, still you were inside of a princess' body, which was almost impossible, isn’t it?”

Chelsea pondered. “Well, you’re somehow right about that.”

“Besides, the fantasy of flying transport, of moving metals, and of talking non-living things was the most impossible fantasy we could have.”

Chelsea chuckled. “You believe in soul-switching and sorcery, but you do not believe in those things?” she asked.

Lord Matthew nodded seriously. “I do not.”

“Well, maybe this was really a fantasy for me,” she said, sighing. “you see, in my life as the real Chelsea, there were fast-moving transports. Some are on the land, some are on the sea, some are on the air, flying. There were moving and talking non-living things too, if you ask. They are made in metals and other things. They’re called either gadgets or robots. You see, they are very convenient to use.”

Lord Matthew’s forehead creased. “That seemed impossible.”

“On the contrary, in that place, werewolves, divinations, spells, and different things that seemed normal here are considered fantasies in that world. So we can say, there is a fair share of ups and downs.”

“Was it?” Lord Matthew asked.

“Yes.”

The lord was about to tell something when suddenly, a loud howling voices echoed in the surrounding.

Chelsea was somehow terrified from it. The howls were dominating. It was making her soul deplete and hide from its courage. Her eyes grew wide and shocked because, one after another, the people from below where howling—as if they were the savage creatures that everyone human being was afraid of.

Creatures that can rip human flesh in just one pounce, or one solid bite. Creatures that are far more superior in strength compared to hers.

Sooner, Chelsea saw how from their human forms, the people from the ground slowly changed in form. Their skins turned furs. Their eyes turned slit and savage. Their nails became longer, sharp, becoming claws. Their muscles became buffed, until, their human form was gone, and was changed into being wolves. A terrifying creature.

“My pack was ready for the mating,” said Lord Matthew.

“M-Mating?” Chelsea asked. Her stare was still left on the creatures below, observing the terrifying creatures she was afraid to go near at.

“I told you, Chelsea, this was one of our mysteries.”

Her stare was particularly stuck at the wolf figures of Jullian and Beatrix. Jullian turned into an ash-colored wolf, while Beatrix turned a copper-colored she-wolf.

Their wolf forms stared at each other. Their eyes met, as if it was their first time meeting each other. Soon enough, they growled.

Fangs glared from their mouth and their claws started scratching on the moist ground.

If mating means fighting, then Chelsea would not want to watch the savagery that will happen to Jullian and Beatrix. Their stances, their growls—it all gave Chelsea a hint that the two were about to fight. She was certain that it would be a deadly fight.

Yet, it all stopped when the two of them saw a bright thread of light connecting to each other. From their wolf form, they faded and then turned back being humans once again. They were naked, but it doesn’t seem to bother anyone of them.

On each other’s body, from the bridge of their collar and neck, is where the bright thread of light were coming from, connecting each other. It was as if, as bright as the gleam of the moon above.

Jullian and Beatrix stared at each other, intense and seemingly unbreakable. Tears ran down on their cheeks along with a smile of relief.

“What was happening?” asked Chelsea. Some of the wolves started to went back into their human forms as well, and just like Jullian and Beatrix, there were lights connecting on each other’s neck and collar area of their body.

Chelsea’s cheeks blushed after seeing the next scene that the naked Jullian and Beatrix did. She defensively looked at the bright lit of the moon above, pretending she did not see anything.

“O-Okay,” she said, panicking, “I didn’t see anything, but now I think I know what do you mean by mating thing,” she said.

She avoided looking down the ground, instead focused her attention to the man beside her.

She was surprised when the man, Lord Matthew, was trying his hard to suppress the laugh escaping from him.

“Wh-Why are you laughing, Matthew?” asked Chelsea, starting to become irritated.

“I was to be honest waiting for your reaction the moment you would see that,” he said.

She then realized that the reason why Lord Matthew was not telling what was the thing they would watch in this place, was because he was being mischievous, finding something in which he could get fun of.

She was somehow surprised that the lord has this side, but it was not an excuse for her not to get mad at him.

“Damn you Matthew—” she went towards him, about to land a punch on his face. However, Lord Matthew caught her hands. He effortlessly entangled both of her arms with each other, and forced her to stop.

With the quick stroke of event, the only thing they have realized was that, their faces are an inch away from each other—the tip of their pointed nose were reaching each other, sending chills over their bodies.

Yet, it was not an enough reason for them to break from that figure. Their eyes were locked with each other, their frantic breaths tingled their skin, their scent swung on each other’s senses. How could they break off?

Slowly, there was a force pulling them near each other. A force that was making their lips closing each other, inch by inch.

That subtle force was broken away when a loud, long howl started to appear on the surrounding once again, making them surprised.

They panicked and broke from each other. They cleared their throat, not knowing how they will break off from the awkwardness which they have absentmindedly created.