CHAPTER10
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MAIA'S POV
He laughed hysterically and darkly. “So sad that you only know Riot and never me, Little Wild May.”
I'd begun to move back slowly now. This is a riot. This isn't a riot. I don't want to argue, but I need to escape right now.
But where do I escape to, in the middle of the night?
My heart had suddenly rushed to my throat. This man is mad again, no doubt about that.
He's wild again and wants to kill me again, and the face before me was riot, but still I find it hard to admit that he was the one…
He advanced closer, by climbing the bed. “All these while, I suffered. I almost took my heart yesterday…but damn the goddess, that weakling took over!!”
I didn't understand a word of what he was saying, but I moved back, until I couldn't move anymore, because my back hit the headboard.
“Now you can't move,” his darkish voice challenged me. “I'll be free from this unwilling body possession.”
My body had begun to tremble, and I felt sweat break from my forehead, even though the air conditioning was on.
I breathed heavily as he advanced towards me. “Let me take what's mine, and we can both say goodbye to each other.”
He reached out to grab my neck, but I was quick to cuddle into a ball. “Please…” I whimpered, loud enough to be heard, but he didn't stop.
His fangs must have appeared because I felt the movement of it's sharp edges on my skin.
The panic ran deeper when I felt his hot breathing near me. “Glad to see you so vulnerable, Lilith.”
That name stuck in my mind. That name again!!!
Just as I wanted to raise my head to see what he'd be about to do, or maybe to talk to him, I heard the swipe of his head as he raised it to strike me, and I cuddled tighter with a yell.
But immediately, his presence left me, and what I heard afterward was a loud thud.
I looked up immediately, and he was down, at the far end of the room, looking like a monster with those long fangs and claws.
Panic seized my heart when I saw streaks of blood run down his head, like something pushed him back.
“Damn that motherfucking shield again!!” He cursed.
“W… What happened?” I asked with a trembling voice, but he got back to his feet.
“I must not fail again!!” He swore and raised the claws, ready to attack me, and I saw it clearly now.
Something really pushed him back, and the thud this time could have killed a weak person because his back landed against the flower desk.
“Hey…” I called through my panic.
He looked up. “What have you done to preserve that heart, Lilith?”
My fear deepens, “But I'm… I'm not Lilith.”
He was now weak, obviously due to that second push. But he still managed to spit since his mask had flown away. “Lie one more time, and I'll command the wind to blow you away.”
The kind of confusion that set my heart aflutter surpassed the one I had the first time I saw him this way.
“Are… Are you really Riot?” I swallowed my heart to ask.
“Don't you dare to compare me to that… Arrrgh!!” He stopped and suddenly held his head. “Riot not now!” He screamed.
I watched in fear as he seemed to be battling within himself, because he kept mustering, “Just a little while, Riot,” through his pains and whimpers.
I got out of bed. I needed to escape and call for help, but he suddenly rushed to me and held my leg. “Don't…. Maia…. Lilith, my heart is…”
Watching him fighting so much like this is so painful that I don't think that a streak of tears ran down my face.
“I will call for help….” I told him, trying to get away, but his grip around my leg was tight. “I must take my heart!…” Stop, Maia.”
This tension made me close my eyes, determined to break from him, but before I could do that, his grip loosened.
I looked down, and he was lying on the floor, breathing weakly, like someone who had just gotten out of a prison with a thousand Lions.
I stepped back immediately. “Riot?” I called cautiously.
No answer.
I gulped hard. “I… I won't call anyone, just raise your head, okay?”
No answer again.
My heart beat anxiously, what if he's dead or….. “Riot?”
No answer, yet again, and I thought he'd really hurt and was about to reach for the door handle, but he raised his head, and I heard his slow voice. “Maia?”
I stopped and quickly rushed back. He got up and wiped the blood running down from his head. He looked up at me with urgency, “What happened here?”
I gulped hard and fast. Now he's back to being mad again, I guess. But I stepped back. “Don't ask me questions! Get up and leave.
“But…” he tried getting up, but fell to the floor again. “Arrgh!” He whimpered.
Care for him strikes my heart. I wanted to rush to help him, but I remembered the monster he was earlier, so I stopped.
“Help… Help me,” he pleaded, reaching out and crawling towards me, but I stepped back even further. I don't have to pity him, he could have killed me earlier.
“Stay away from me, Riot,” I warned.
He raised his hand. “I wouldn't hurt. I just… I swear”
I breathed shakily and stared at him, suffering for a while. Perhaps he's back to being the riot I used to know, so I took a step to help him, but the door burst open.
Bella and some guards rushed in, urgently. “What happened?”
She looked down and saw Riot struggling. She bent down to help him sit on the bed immediately, “Alpha, are you fine?”
Riot waved his hand through his pain. “Leave us alone, bring the first aid kit.”
Concern was plastered all over her face. “But what happened, did you…”
“Bella!” Riot snapped. “Get the first aid kit and leave.”
Bella looked at me, bowed slightly before leaving us alone, and came back a second later with the kit and arranged some of the broken furniture before finally leaving us alone.
Tension rent the air. I still stood there; he was also on the bed, not moving.
After a while, he reached out, “You're bleeding, let me see.”
Urghh!!! Could he still care about my little bleed? “You're the one who needs help.”
He raised his hand over his head and stretched out once. “I'll be fine, let me…”
“Don’t pretend to be nice!!” I yelled. Not minding calling him by his Alpha title now, he might want to divert the topic.
He struggled to her tongue feet and approached me with the box. “Let's tend to your wound.”
I glared at him, blood still running from his head. I wanted to ignore him or even push him out, but I figured, I couldn't.
I snatched the box and sat on the bed. “Let's see yours first.”
He grudgingly at beside me. The fear of him is still there, but I carefully open the box. “We need to clean your blood first and find out where the wound is.”
“It's fine, Maia. I should check yours first,” he insisted.
“Sit still!!” I commanded, ignoring his fake care. I wished I could just watch him suffer, but still I couldn't, so I soaked the button bud with iodine and reached to press against his wound.
To my surprise, as much as I knew the iodine would always be painful, he didn't flinch as I cleaned him and even had to ruffle his hair so I could see where the wound came from.
"I'm sorry," he suddenly mumbled.
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