WHEN THE MOON BINDS US

CHAPTER SEVEN

MAYA’S POV

“How did my injury heal so fast?” I managed to ask after I sat on the bed like he had asked me to.

“I should ask you,” he responded to me.

I watched him sit next to me on the bed, and the minute he did, my heart skipped a beat. My eyes remained on him because I couldn’t be so sure of what his next move was.

The response he gave to me was another thing I couldn’t comprehend, aside from how I got here. He wasn’t acting like I once spied on his pack, and that was worrisome.

“What do you mean by that?” I spoke under my breath. I needed a clear explanation on why I didn’t have a scar on my stomach. A sword had literally pierced it.

Alpha Rasmus took a deep breath instead of going ahead to give a better response to my question. He looked in the direction of the maid who was in the room with us, and she left instantly.

“You healed yourself,” he mentioned.

“How was that even possible?” I questioned after processing his response for more than a minute.

The last time I checked, I was an Omega without a wolf. How could I have healed myself? I wasn’t blessed with healing powers and, as a matter of fact, I was blessed with nothing.

I would have loved to assume that my injury healed too soon, which still didn’t make sense, but I wanted to know why and how there was no scar to show for it.

In my head were more questions for him, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak many words to him. I wasn’t comfortable in the room or with him. Who knew the plans he had for me?

Our eyes locked, causing me to look straight in front of me. As an Omega, it was a crime to look the Alpha in the eyes and even sit next to him like I did.

“I think we should have this question and answer session later. I would like to know what you care to have,” he broke the silence that went on for a minute.

I gulped, and I never intended for it to be so loud. He had just asked what I would love to eat and drink, which meant that I was about to wine and dine with an enemy.

He was my enemy because he didn’t have good plans for me. Alpha Damien was the reason he didn’t have good plans for me. If he hadn’t made me spy on Alpha Rasmus’s pack, Rasmus would have nothing against me.

“Since you can’t decide on what to eat, how about I ask that the chef serve you what is on our menu for today?” he asked me.

“Do you really not remember me?”

I didn’t see myself asking him that question before now, but I had to. I needed him to stop acting as though I wasn’t on the list of his pack offenders.

My head was bowed out of respect for him, so I had no idea of the face he wore at that moment. My heartbeat was slowly returning to its normal pace, and it couldn’t have been because my wolf, Aria, had just howled.

“I do remember you. You’re the lady I rescued in the woods and brought not just to my pack, but to my home,” he replied after taking all the time in the world.

His words made me realize why I was here. He had rescued me after a masked figure tried to kill me, and then he brought me to his mansion, but for what reason? Could it be to punish me for what I did to his pack in the past?

Speaking from his words, his first time seeing me was when he rescued me in the woods. Had he really forgotten my face, or was he pretending for reasons known only to him?

“I’m guessing that was the first time you set your eyes on me, I mean in the woods,” I muttered.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“Nothing,” I responded quickly.

I might have sounded a little defensive, but I didn’t mean to. I was only scared that I might have just alerted him that we had unfinished business in the past.

“Or have we met before?” he questioned.

“Of course not, I meant I don’t think so.” Again, I was quick to give him an answer.

I kept my head bowed, and my heart had just picked a race again. My fists were tightly clenched and remained next to each other. If only I could read his mind like some werewolves could, I wouldn’t have been this nervous.

If he truly didn’t remember me, I had better not make him remember me so I wouldn’t have to pay for the crime I didn’t willingly commit. That bastard the moon goddess made my mate made me do it.

Alpha Rasmus’s men were the ones that caught me on that fateful day before they took me to him, and I managed to escape. This was me hoping that none of his men would recognize me when they set their eyes on me again.

“Take a proper shower and join me downstairs. I’ll be waiting,” he mentioned after standing to his feet. I could only see his legs because my head was still bowed.

“Do you think I should tell him the truth and not wait for him to find out from one of his men?” I asked Aria, who most likely wouldn’t give me a response.

Seconds passed, and I didn’t get a response from my wolf. I couldn’t be mad at her; it was because of her weak nature. I thought the best thing to do would be to come clean to him.

Whatever he does to me afterwards would be what I deserve for having a mate who detests me. He would most likely kill me, I knew that.