Chapter10
950 Words
Samara's POV
As morning light poured in through my window, I felt a thrill of anticipation, knowing it was time to start my journey to him.
I barely slept last night. My mind was consumed with the thought of his voice, the way he touched me cautiously.
A rush of excitement rushed through me. Today, I get to finally see him again.
To feed him.
The rational part of me argued that it was too soon. I had just been with him yesterday. Wouldn’t it seem... Desperate if I showed up again today?
I frowned, trying to push the thought away. It wasn’t like that. I was just fulfilling my promise to him nothing more, nothing less. Michael still needed my blood to recover, and that was the only reason I was going.
Who am I deceiving?
I exhaled sharply, looking at myself in the mirror. I was needed, and I would go. It was as simple as that.
My knees shook at the thought of him not feeling the same way.
I knew, deep down, that my excitement wasn’t just about fulfilling my duty. I missed him.
And that terrified me.
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The Sky Bridge Pack house loomed ahead, its grand structure standing tall against the clear sky. My heart pounded as I stepped forward, my sandals crunching against the dried leaves that were scattered along the path of the forest.
I had barely made it past the threshold when a sharp voice cut through the air.
"What are you doing here?"
I turned to find Natalie standing near the entrance, her arms crossed, her green eyes filled with unmasked resentment.
I sighed inwardly. Of course.
Natalie had never hidden her hatred for me. Whether it was because of my closeness to Michael or something else entirely.I wasn't sure.
But I knew one thing for sure: my presence made her uncomfortable.
"I'm here to feed Michael," I answered calmly, keeping my voice low. "Nothing more."
Natalie’s gaze darkened. She clenched her fist beside her. "He's capable of taking care of himself, you don't need to hover over him constantly.”
I noticed the tension in the way she stood and the vulnerability in her eyes. She was just insecure, jealous even.
She was trying to mark her territory.
I sighed, offering her a small, comforting smile. "Natalie, I understand how you feel but this is just about his recovery.”
Her lips curled in irritation, clearly unimpressed by my attempt at explaining myself. "You expect me to believe that? You show up here day after day, clinging to him like-"
"That’s enough, Natalie."
The deep, commanding voice sent shivers down my spine, making my panties wet.
Michael.
He appeared from the hallway, his tall figure commanding authority. His golden eyes met mine, softening just for a moment before he turned to Natalie.
"Leave us this instance.”
With a sharp glare in my direction, Natalie turned on her heel and stormed off, the click of her heels echoing down the corridor.
I let out a quiet breath, forcing myself to relax as Michael turned to me.
"I'm sorry about that," he said, rubbing the nape of his neck.
I shrugged, offering him a small smile. "I’m used to it."
His mouth curved into a smile, but there was something more to the way he looked at me, something unreadable.
"Come," he said, stepping aside to let me in.
I followed him into the dimly lit room where we had our last session. The air was thick with unspoken tension as he settled onto the chair, staring at me.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, voice low, laced with concern.
I nodded, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened at his nearness. "Yes."
Michael's jaw tensed, but he didn't argue. He leaned forward, his hands resting on the armrest of his chair as I stepped closer.
I tilted my head to the side, exposing the delicate skin of my neck. My heart hammered wildly in its cage as I waited for him to move, to close the space between us.
For a long moment, he didn't.
Instead, his gaze locked onto mine, his golden eyes searching, as if looking for something beyond my words, beyond my actions.
And then, slowly, he reached out
His fingers brushed against my skin—light, barely there—but it sent a jolt of electricity down my spine.
I inhaled sharply, my entire body reacting to his touch in ways I didn’t understand.
Michael noticed.
His pupils dilated, his breathing hitched
, and before I could stop myself, I leaned in a bit.
So did he.
The air grew heavy, as our faces drew near. His breath fanned against my lips, his eyes flickering between my eyes and my lips.
I should say something.
But I didn’t.
Because I felt happy and content with the fact that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
Micheal's hand brushed my cheek, his touch uncertain while maintaining eye contact with me.
I pulled away..
Michael had a mate.
A mate who wasn’t me.
I exhaled sadly as reality dawned on me that he was Natalie's mate and we shouldn't be doing this
A sharp pain stabbed my chest, and bile rose to my throat.
Michael looked confused, frustrated but I didn’t wait for him to speak.
"I should go," I said quickly, stepping back.
He didn’t stop me.
He watched as I turned away, my heart racing with emotions I couldn't handle.
And as I left the room, on
e thought haunted me.
I had never wanted anything more than I wanted Michael at that moment.
And yet, I could never have him.
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