Chapter 06:
Megara’s POV
So this man is really my father, I thought. For a second I could see a flash anger in his eyes. But it dissolved really quick into a smile.
“Well you should know, we are planning a feast for you. As my child you deserve everything, and even more than that.”
A feast? My life seemed to be unraveling with so much speed right before my eyes. I tried to smile back at him, but it did not seem to be meant to be. I sighed instead, attracting a sullen gaze from him. He walked closer to me and made a halfway kneel to the floor.
“Don’t worry my child, you will be well soon and ready to take your place in the clan as it has always been meant to be.”
I nodded my head slowly, and looked at him. His eyes were dark and looked just like mine.
The door opened up once again, and before I could even see him, his scent washed across my face like a sea of roses thrown upon me. The same man that had saved me, was now there in the same room that I was.
“Good morning, my Lord” he greeted, but to my ears it sounded more like a command. Being subservient seemed like an odd characteristic of him, judging from everything that he seemed to be.
Father stood up right to look at him, turning around. “Oh you’re here. You’re worth more than a thousand of my men. I’ll be going now to attend to the business of the clan. Watch her.”
“Yes, my lord” he said once again.
Father turned towards me once more, touched me on my left cheek and said “don’t worry. You are in good hands. We will be seeing each other soon. But I’ll be leaving for the time being.”
I nodded, calmly. He seemed to do the same, with a knowing look, and then he walked out of the door, giving a subtle nod to the man that had saved me.
“Leave us” he said to the other guards and maids. Immediately they all stood up as well, gave their nods and left.
We were now alone. Just the both of us. I could almost feel my wolf tearing up my insides in reaction to him. “Hush” I said within myself.
He came close, took a seat from the corner and balanced himself. There was a balm kept on the drawer just close to the bed. The maids had been using it to rub on me for the time. It had a soothing feeling to it.
He took the balm and rubbed put it on his palm. It was obvious what he wanted to do.
“Uhm, I don’t think that would necessary…”
“Shh, just stay put. Allow me. You do not have enough strength to talk.”
I stayed quiet, not because of what he said, but because I clearly could not have been able to fight him off even though I tried.
His hands were strong and tender at the same time. I wondered how that was possible.
“Don’t do it. Atleast for now.” His voice cut in like a blade to my consciousness.
“Don’t do what?” I was clearly confused.
“I am from a place where we cam feel the emotions of a person just by touching and feeling their skin. And you, are filled with a lot is pain and anger. You must be having thoughts of revenge right now. You are not strong enough for that. Atleast, don’t do it now. Take this as a mere friendly advice from me to you.”
“And who are you, Mr friendly advisor? You never got to tell me what your name is.”
He did not give me a reply. He just kept massaging my arm. For a clear minute I felt my anger direct itself towards him and pulled my arm away from his hold.
“Don’t do that” he said to me, calmly.
“Oh now you are able to talk? What is your name?”
“My name is not important at the moment. I would not want to waste precious time that should be used for your healing, for such unimportant things.”
I gritted my teeth. He was truly getting on my nerves, but I let him take my arm back. And it was then I saw a scar right on his arm. It was fresh so I reckones that it must be quite new.
“What happened to you on that part of your arm?” I asked.
He looked at it for mere seconds, but turned away as though I had not called his attention to something I saw on his body.
“The wound is fresh. Did you get it from when you were saving me from the water? Because from the look of it, it cannot be any older than that.”
He did not even look at me. I would have found it less disrespectful if he looked at me and then just did not give me an answer. He did not reply either. It boiled the blood in my veins. It felt as though sitting close to him was not a human being talking and breathing.
Two can play at that game, I declared in my mind, dipped my hands into the balm, much to his shock, and began massaging the wound on his arm as well. He did not say a thing afterwards and continued.
I could feel how hard his muscles were, and from deep within me once again, my wolf growled wantonly at him.
“I want him” I could hear her desires from her growls. My heart quaked just looking at him.
“What am I doing?” I said within myself, taking back full power over my wolf “Hush, puppy!” I could not let myself get in a mate bond just yet. Not after what happened to me just a few moments ago. I could not relive that once again. This time I wanted to stand my ground. Sure Christof might have been not with me any longer, but the wounds and bruises he inflicted on me were still very much painful.