My Biker Protector Is My Mate

CHAPTER 5

Rosalith POV

“And I said I am not coming with you. I mean I can walk just fine.” I said and gave him the helmet. And that was my first mistake, turning my back on him.

I hadn't taken two steps forward when Vladimir caught my wrist, and this time, he spun me around, forcing me to face him again. This time, my breast was firmly against his chest.

“Look around you closely and you will see they are watching you,” Vladimir said in a whisper, his breath fanning my lips and I swallowed hard looking at the way his amber eyes stared at me.

He is handsome like a sin which I know I shouldn't embody myself with. And there is something else about Vladimir, he changed but I can't really place my mind on what it is exactly.

I looked around like he said and I swear, the maid and the guards including some of the ministers passing by from afar were actually looking at me with curiosity in their eyes.

“The princess is back in the palace.”

“I thought she left the pack, what is she doing here?”

“Is it true that she actually lost her husband?”

“ “

I can list numerous questions that must have plagued their mind. So for the last time, I chose to listen to Vladimir before I would break down again.

My gut keeps telling me that Vladimir might have listened to the conversation I had with my father but a part of me prayed silently that Vladimir didn't hear a word.

“I will come with you but you can't try anything funny,” I said and tried to push him away.

Without knowing, my hand was pressing firmly against the taut muscle of his chest. My face flushed and I quickly cleared my throat.

He let my wrist go and stepped back giving the f*****g breathing space I needed. God, he reeks of sin and lust.

“If I remember correctly, I don't think I will ever do anything to upset you,” Vladimir said and I wish I could tell him yes, that he actually did something wrong.

“Okay,” I replied and used the helmet. He used his own helmet and hopped on the bike.

I climbed it and placed my hand on my thighs. The feeling kind of gave me a deja vu about how we were in the past. The thought made bile rise in my throat and I forced it back.

But hell no, I am not going to cling to his waist like some damsel in distress.

Vladimir started the Bike and rode out of the castle premises. When he gets to the tiled road, he speeds off without giving me a warning.

*Ah.” I almost gasped before wrapping my hand around his waist.

“Are you okay?” Vladimir asked and I nodded.

I am not alright, man but I am not in the position to complain. Neither of us said a word but I couldn't help but admire his side profile.

The tattoo around his neck looks so real as if the flower drawn on it was actually alive. A lot of things have changed and one of them is the way Vladimir has transformed into a mature young man that every woman would die for.

When we got to the entrance of the woods, Vladimir stopped the bike. I quickly released my hand around his waist and got down. I removed the helmet and tossed it at him.

He placed it on his bike and raked his hand through his hair. The curls at the edge bounce. I had to blink twice to get rid of the image and Zara giggled softly.

“Thank you for this. I will go alone.” I said and made my way inside the woods.

“Rosalith,” Vladimir called my name and I halted in my footsteps.

I froze on the spot as if I suddenly forgot how to breathe. I can't remember the last time he called my name that way. He referred to me as a princess most time.

I wasn't expecting my name to sound so sweet when he pronounced it.

“Come on Rosalith. Just wake up. You should know the kind of person he is now.” I said to myself and smiled before turning to face Vladimir even though my heart was beating wildly against my heart.

He still has the same effect on me for the past two years. I don't know if I should break down and cry to the mood goddess to do something about this.

“Why did you call me by name? I thought there should be some respect between us.” I said and I praised myself because I didn't stutter in any way.

Vladimir didn't seem offended by the way I replied. It felt as if he was already expecting my reply.

“I know but like you said I am not your protector so I wanted to talk to you as a friend,” Vladimir said and I wanted to laugh out loud

Why would I want to be friends with Vladimir?

“What are we going to talk about Vladimir?” I asked and took a step closer to him. “Please, fill me in,” I said and crossed my arm over my chest, my chin raised slightly.

“I have a lot to say but I am going to wait. It is okay to cry Rosalith.” Vladimir said and his words hit a nerve in me.

He knew everything. He knew about the constant abuse. Somehow, he eavesdropped on our conversation.

He is a werewolf. Why did I not think of that?

“And why will you tell me that? Why would I cry? Because you rejected me two years ago?” I asked and raised a brow like a tough girl even though I am breaking inside.

“Or the fact that I had to divorce my comatose husband. If you are going to mock me, Vladimir, just do it.” I said and smiled, though my legs trembled as if they were going to break.

“Rosalith. I wouldn't do that.” Vladimir began but I raised a hand and he stopped in his tracks before he could advance towards me.

I am afraid I am going to cry if he steps closer.

Perhaps, this was how the moon goddess wanted to pay me for turning out as a female. Getting rejected by the only man I developed feelings for and at the end, he is still the same man who knew about my misery.

I know he is not going to mock me. I know Vladimir would never do that but I wanted to do that so that he would have to believe that I am strong. He can't keep treating her like the child who begged him for s*x then.

“I don't want to listen to anything you have to say, Vladimir. Just respect my decision and stand behind. I would love to go alone and clear my head please.” I said and he didn't say a word.

“Fine,” I muttered slowly and made my way inside the woods. This is the only place I know I could find peace and only I and Vlad knew about this place.

A lone tear escaped my eyes when I sighted the tree Vladimir always used to measure my height. I walked towards it and placed my hand on the bark of the tree.

So much time has passed but the markings on it still remain the same. These are the things I missed. The happiness I felt that suddenly taken away from me.

I stood beside the tree when I suddenly felt another presence behind me. I looked around to see that there was actually no one. I exhaled and pondered on the conversation I had with my father. If he is not going to listen then I will have to use my last card.