CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ALPHA AIDEN’S POV :
Waking up the next day I got down to business, going to see Camille and to get an honest answer to some questions on her being the warriors child and not being an imposter.
As I approached the dungeon, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disgust and anger towards my mate. She had been the cause of so many problems recently,
headaches and I not getting a better mate so I had no pity for her as he walked down the cold, damp corridors remembering everything she had cost me.
Maybe she deserved all the pain she’s getting also. I had commanded the guards to leave the gate as I needed some privacy with her.
I approached her cell and saw her huddled in the corner, her once proud and beautiful face now swollen and her eyes puffed from too much crying I suppose.
Despite the primal urge to comfort and protect her, I pushed those feelings aside and stood tall, staring down at her with cold eyes. I took a chair by the corner for visitors and sat down staring at her, I don’t think her now opened wounds were attended too, though the bleeding had stopped.
She didn’t even spare me a glance as I entered inside, just acting like I was never there.
I cleared my throat in order to get her attention, which worked as she blinked her eyes and turned to look at me.
“What do you want now?” She cried out , obviously not wanting to have anything to do with me after what has happened this pass few days.
“Haven’t you guys done enough? Please just leave me alone. I know you have come to laugh at me and enjoy the way I’m looking, but please just leave” she said as she turned back to the position she was when I came in.
I had let her talk and it was time for her to listen to me.
“Look at me little one. I’m here to ask some important questions, I don’t see why I would waste my time staring at something as ugly and disgusting as you” I snapped, as she looked up at me with shaking hands.
“So be a good little girl and answer my questions, don’t waste my time either. I don’t even want to be or even breathe in the same room as you”.
I sat in front of her, my eyes narrowed as I scrutinized her closely. She had said that she was the late warrior’s daughter and I had done some research, but something about her story didn’t sit right with me and so I want to confirm it from her mouth.
“Tell me the truth now,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “Are you really the daughter of the late warriors?”
Camille looked up at me , her eyes wide and pleading. “I swear it’s true,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “I know it’s hard to believe, but I am who I say I am, despite the fact I’ve been treated this way and made into being a maid and likewise a slave” she hissed.
I feel like she isn’t lying but I’ve heard stories of impostors trying to claim the inheritance of powerful warriors, and I don’t want to make a mistake of falling for it so easily.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
She hesitated for a moment, then reached around her neck and removed the necklace she had on.
It was a small necklace with an intricately carved pendant or rather locket. “This was my mother’s and father’s gift to me,” she said, holding it out for me to see.
“They had made it for me together and gifted it to me before they died in battle. It’s the only proof I have, but I swear it’s the truth.”
I took the pendant from her, studying it closely. It was old and well-worn, with symbols etched into the surface that he recognized as belonging to the late warrior’s clan and picture of the warrior and his wife. At the back Camille’s name was carved into it.
“Did you know this was here?” I asked as I showed her the name that was carved.
“No I didn’t know” she sounded surprised. “How could I have not known?” She questioned herself, pondering.
Looking back up at her my expression softened slightly. “I believe you,” I said, handing the pendant back to her.
After that was said, she sighed a sigh of relief at being heard and believed, though she avoided my gaze most of the time.
“Is there anything else you want to know?” She questioned as she looked up at me, expecting a question or something. But I just sat there staring at her facial features and her brown eyes and lips.
The lips that made me want to kiss them so bad, I thought. Looking at her there as she awaited more questions and order, the feelings I had bottled up and tried to forget let loose.
I stood up and went in front of my mate, squatting down to her level as I couldn’t hold back my emotions any longer.
All of the pent-up feelings that I had been bottling up inside came rushing to the surface, and I knew that I had to let them out.
Without
a word, I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her deeply and passionately. She responded in kind, her lips moving against mine as our tongues tangled together.
For a moment, I forgot about everything else. All of my doubts and anger melted away, and all that mattered was the woman in my arms. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close as i lost myself in the kiss.
As we broke apart, both of us were panting and breathless. I looked into my mate’s eyes, and I knew that she felt the same way i did.
Then I started laughing