CHAPTER NINETEEN
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CHLOE
Have you ever been in a situation where you're furious with someone—you don't want to talk to them, but you crave their attention—yet you also don't want them to do exactly that? Where you need that person to know they’ve upset you and want them to resolve things, yet a part of you wants to stay cross forever?
That's precisely where I am right now.
I wanted him to say something last night. I wanted him to talk to me, even through my anger, and he did. But the second I heard the first word of his sentence, I cut him off! And I heard him let out a heavy sigh after every single interruption.
He should have coaxed me into talking. He did. But I acted like a complete pillock. I'm fuming, yet I want him!
Throughout the drive to school, no words were exchanged, only glances. Ed would look at me, trying to start a conversation every now and then, and I’d just stare out of the car window each time. Finally, we arrived.
Before I could reach for the car door handle to get out, I heard the central locking sound. He was stopping me from getting out of the car. I had no choice but to look at him, and the reaction I got made my blood boil. Edward was smirking slyly. He had me! I immediately broke eye contact.
"Chloe, look at me," he said, and I did, without a second thought.
"I know you're cross that we didn't have s*x last night. I was, too. In truth, I was angrier at myself than you are at me. I should have just taken you right there yesterday."
"But why didn't you?" I interrupted him before he could say anything else.
"Because of you! I might—f**k that—I would have hurt you if I'd had s*x with you last night. Your blood would turn what was meant to be a night of pleasure into a memorable night of extreme pain. Blood increases a wolf's power," he said, and I knew he saw the confused look on my face.
"If a wolf senses blood, they go wild. I don't know what your novels have been telling you, but what I'm saying is the reality."
"You didn't go wild when I started my period. You stayed completely sane," I retorted.
"That was because you are mine, and I'd do everything not to harm you, which is also why I stopped myself from claiming you yesterday, even when it took every fibre of my bloody being to do so," he explained, and I saw the sincerity in his face.
"Okay," I said, and he looked surprised.
"Okay?" he asked for confirmation.
"I understand everything you said. I get your point. Can we go now?" I said, and without another word, he unlocked the car door.
Before I stepped out of the car, I turned to him and said, "You are going to claim me next week, whether I'm bleeding or not. I don't care if I can't walk for the rest of the week afterwards, but we are doing it next week," and he smiled.
"But we're talking about your family's wealth after school. You didn't tell me you were that rich. I know your family's wealthy, but I didn't expect you to be the heir to your father's firm," I said.
"If not me, who?" He asked a truly honest question.
If not him, who?
I had no valid answer to that because what I'd said was utterly unreasonable and invalid. I was trying to make a point, but that's not how I wanted it to come across. It didn't go well. I finally opened the car door and stepped out.
Just a few steps away from the car, I saw Edgar and Sarah standing at the entrance. By the time Ed and I got there, they started walking with us. They were waiting for us. That thought brought a smile to my face. Since Daisy has been off school, there’s been no one to do that anymore. But now I do. Edgar and Sarah.
There was a slight tremor in Edward’s expression, but it passed quickly. He must have decided to keep whatever he was thinking to himself. But he had clearly shown his disregard for Sarah and Edgar’s new attitude towards him—or us.
Edgar moved closer to Edward and wrapped his right arm around his neck as they walked. I’d expected Edward to yank his arm away, but he didn't. He let him keep his arm there as we ventured inside the classroom. As soon as we entered, the teacher did too. But instead of decorum, a single voice interrupted the teacher's greeting speech.
"Your place after school, Edward," Edgar, who wasn't a member of our class, called out, and if people weren't already gawking at him for his looks, his loud voice definitely made them.
Edward just stared at him without responding until Edgar vanished. If Edgar is planning to go to Edward's place after school, is Sarah? Can she decide not to go even when her similar type is hanging out? She's also a newbie. She needs to make friends, right?
I can't decide for her, and I'm dying to know what she'll do after school. I turned my head to her, as she was sitting in the desk behind me, and whispered, "You're going too, right?"
She looked at me for a few seconds before answering, "Ohhh, to Edward's place? No, I'm not. My mate is expecting me home immediately after school. As you know, mates are very possessive."
"Isn't Edgar your mate?" I blurted out, and she looked at me strangely, but before she could say anything else, Edward's voice interrupted us.
"Stop whispering, Chloe. You can scream if you want; by tomorrow, this school will be yours."
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