Countdown 15 Departing From the Alpha (Evelyn) novel Chapter 121

Chapter 113 

“Ouch!” He voiced aches of pain some moments later, scaring her. 

She had been so mesmerized by him, that she had overlooked his wounds, she realized. She quickly uncovered her face and tried to sit up, what if his life was still in danger? 

But, as she sat up and took the cover off her face, she remained petrified. 

The foreign feeling that she thought she would never come to know again, the warmth and touch of his lips covering hers, shocked her, numbing her resistance away. 

He kissed her softly like one would peck a small baby, barely touching her small lips, afraid she would retract them. But she stayed still, delighting him. 

Moments later she finally reacted and slowly moved back. She was lost for words. 

Opening and closing her mouth, she finally said to the lying man who still had not backed away. who was still leaned over her bed. 

“Shameless!” 

He had dared use her concern for his wellbeing just to make her look at him and take advantage of the situation, Celia thought. 

Realizing he was still the king, she instantly regretted her words as she gasped and covered her mouth with both her hands. Would he reprimand her? Would he feel she had overstepped? 

She looked into his eyes trying to find the answers, but he was still smiling 

unaffected. 

“You are mine!” He chuckling affirmed.. 

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she flinched once again, hearing his declaration. As the king, his confidence was supposed to be high, considering no other werewolf was above him, but his audacity to declare her as his, still shook her. Although, she would never admit perhaps even in death… she quite liked this part of his personality, a side of him only known to her. 

After Husband’s Betrayal, I Become Alpha’s Heir 

hat is…” She try to say, when he was still looking at her cheekily. 

what? Are you going to deny that you are mine?” Salas asked a bit playful, but a fleeting bit of anxiousness could be sensed in his look. She had tried to reject and keep her distance from him before, she had even ran away from him in the garden previously. So though he knew she was his mate, he still needed confirmation from her. 

He wanted to hear from her own pretty lips that he had just kissed, her willing answer, not a conditioned response that was spoken regardless of a person’s will, each time one had found their half. Only then could he finally believe it to be true. 

It seemed he had grown quite greedy, Salas thought. Finding his mate was no longer enough, he wanted her to want him for who he was, just as much as he desired her. 

Without thinking too deeply, Celia wanted to deny, that was her first thought. She was not used to having someone she would call her own, so how could she be someone’s as well. Not to mention, she knew he wanted to tease her again and she did not want to be caught up in his trick, but she detected a flash of uneasiness in his eyes. 

“I am not…” She slowly said, as her voice gradually got more lower, until it resembled a whisper. 

It made Salas’s heart pang, as he clenched his jaws and fingers because of the nervousness. Did she want to reject him? Did she want to say she was not his? 

He had been a bit more confident moments earlier, but now it felt like his very life’s fate was rested on those rose colored lips. 

going to deny!” Celia whispered the last part, but his werewolf ears heard it loud and clear.