CHAMLEE’S POV
“Ooow… o…”
“My Chamlar, you are awake?” I asked but there was no response from her. Instead, she lost consciousness again.
I was anxiously sitting by her bedside when she started to murmur again. She was in a critical state and had never blinked since she fainted in my arms.
I felt her pulse, her breathing was shallow, getting even weaker by the minute. All she did was her occasional murmurs and repeat a few inchoate words.
It was all my fault, I shouldn’t have allowed her to carry out her will on me. What am I afraid of, death?
I am ready to die than to see her like this. Now see what I have caused her.
She is gradually fading away and there is nothing I can do for her. She is my life and there is nothing I can do without her. Absolutely nothing.
She must live.
I held her hands in mine and continued to stare hopefully at her.
Her temperature was too high. Her body was extremely hot and it felt as if touching her was going to burn my skin. But I wouldn’t care less, she is in this state because of me and I am going to bear whatever pain there is to bear.
My heart continued to beat fast, I was lost, and I didn’t know what to do to help her. Now I wish I had told her everything, my feelings, all of it.
I wish I had revealed my true feelings for her all this time. Instead of just sticking to being the good Chamlee, I should have shown her much love, and made my feelings known to her.
But I tried to show it by my actions. I did all I could to make her aware of my undying love for her. Even though it was never spoken, even though the words never left my mouth, I dedicated my whole being to loving her.
She is all that I have.
“My Chamlar…” I whispered more to myself and a tear dropped from my eyes.
She moved her hands slightly in response.
“My queen…” I exclaimed in excitement seeing her move a part of her body.
She became unconscious again. I panicked. She has been like this, getting in and out of consciousness since she fainted. She has been unconscious for hours now, oblivious to her surroundings. It is already dark and still no sign of improvement.
“I am here with you, my love…” I whispered and gently squeezed her hand.
“Fernanda…” she called out my name softly and tried to open her eyes.
No… no… this is not true. She did not just call my name. She remembered my name even in her subconsciousness. I only told her that once.
“My queen, you are alright… my queen…” I murmured in happiness.
This is like magic, my queen is going to be okay. She just said my name.
“F… Fer… nanda…” she repeated.
“I am here, my queen…” I responded gladly and moved closer to her.
She smiled weakly and moved her head a little.
“Co… clo…” she stopped as soon as she began to speak.
She was beginning to breathe fast.
“Cham… lar” I got anxious as I had no idea what to do.
She finally opened her eyes a little and blinked at me. She stuttered. “Co… come…” she stopped again.
“I am here, my Chamlar” I said.
“Clo… ser…” she said.
I got what she wanted to say. She wanted me to move closer to her and so I did just that. I went over to her, lifted her head, and placed it on my lap. It felt as if I had just placed a kettle of boiling water on myself. Her head was boiling. “See, I am here now, my Chamlar, tell me whatever you want” I begged.
“You… y… ou” she replied.
Me… how?
“I am with you. I will never leave your side. Not for anything” I replied.
She made to sit but fell back as soon as she began. She tried again, and this time I helped her.
“I am hot… Chamlee,” she said.
“Yes. I have sent for some medicines, it will arrive soon” I replied.
“Thanks… Chamlee” she paused and stared intensively at me.
“Do you need any other thing? You should not be up yet, you are still weak” I said.
“Fernanda…” she called.
“Yes, my queen” I replied.
“You… I feel heat…” she replied.
“Heat…” I exclaimed, and she nodded.
Of course, I know that she is very hot. It was as a result of her sickness, wasn’t it? Heat? Does it have anything to do with being a werewolf? But I am not one.
“I am not a werewolf, I am not your mate” I replied. I was extremely worried.
“Mine is a rare wolf, Fernanda. I don’t know what might happen next if nothing is done about it immediately” she explained.
“You need some rest, you are not okay yet,” I said.
I was confused, what if this was not what she needed, what if her weird desire is only as a result of her current state, what if she ends up regretting this and hates me instead?
So many questions flooded my head. This is weird. She should have more rest, by tomorrow I know she will be better.
“I don’t need rest, Fernanda,” she replied.
“You are just recovering from a weird ailment and I know how that might feel. Rest awhile and you will definitely be better soon” I persuaded.
“It is not like that, I know… it is my… heat” she pleaded.
Her look was killing me. I could see the hunger and desire in her. She wanted me and I wanted her too. I want her even more, for as long as I could ever think of. But is this the right thing for the situation, would this be for the best? I asked myself silently.
Nevertheless, I want to help her, I want to end the pain that she was going through, but I don’t know how to achieve that without losing her trust.
“My Chamlar, you will be fine soon” I urged.
“I want you, Chamlee” she yearned.
“Cham…”
Before I could complete my word, her lips were already on mine. The feeling was electrifying, like nothing that I had ever felt. It awoke the beast in me, a beast I never knew was inside of me.
I hungrily reciprocated her gesture. She kissed me with so much passion that for a moment I could not use my sense of reasoning.
We have been together for too long and this is the first time we are getting this close. And strangely, my body already felt like it was already used to it.
I pulled away. “No… my…”
She placed a finger over my lips to stop me from speaking. “We are one, Fernanda. And I need you now” she moaned.
“But…”
“Shut up…” she whispered and took my lips into hers once again.
I had no other option than to give in to her. She is queen and this is what she needs at the moment. She needs me and I must give in to her.