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He... was he... aroused? Why was he really arous...

I looked at my chest and realized I didn't have a bra or a top on. My chest was bare naked. Was that why he was... I quickly covered up and turned away from him.

How can I...!

he turned and walked back into his room. I stood there for a moment before climbing back to my room.

My tummy felt warm and the pad felt heavy. I changed it as I found it almost the size of a diaper. This was new.

Definitely new and scary.

The pain came back with a vengeance. Stabbing and cutting. Burning and churning.

"Laurent!" I called out to him as a thousand knives stabbed my stomach. I crouched and balled myself. Massaging and rubbing my stomach like no one's business.

The pain intensified but Laurent seemed to take forever to get to me. He took forever to save me. Why was he... I cried and called out for mom as the pain ravaged me. They have to save me. I can't die. I haven't...

"Allie!" He ran into my room and before he could kneel beside me, I jumped into him and held him tight. He was my medicine. He can't...

The pain disappeared and he just froze. But I didn't care. I scolded him behind tears with a breaking voice, for taking too long to make the pain disappear.

He chuckled. Or scoffed. I froze too and quickly came to my senses. What was I doing?

I quickly let him go and jumped back. But he grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go as I wiped my tears while looking away from him. He softly yanked me towards him and I went straight into his arms. Straight into his hard muscular chest.

My heart leaped and danced as he held me. I breathed in his sweaty and earthy scent with spearmint and a bit of brut musk perfume and felt my body come alive with electricity.

What was wrong with me? Hic!

I hiccuped and his face darkened.

"I forgot the ointment has this side effect." He let me go and picked up the t-shirt I had dropped. I turned and covered my chest with my arms. The burning and stabbing pain faintly came back and made me contemplate between uncovering myself in front of him, again and feeling the pain again.

He turned me to me and told me to face him and all of me, except my brain, agreed. This is embarrassing.

He stared at my tummy. My ab-free tummy with lots and lots of fat. He rubbed it with the t-shirt and I heard my last speck of dignity go down the drain as I felt the warm fuzzy feeling in my chest and butterflies in my stomach dance. Whilst I grew aroused at his touch and lips.

Pursed kissable lips.

He clenched his jaws and rubbed the flaming pain away.

"What was that ointment?" I asked, my voice sounding softer than I knew it to be.

"It's an ointment I took from work yesterday. It speeds one's period and fits it into a single day. But it wasn't supposed to give you any pain." He growled softly and put the shirt away.

"You work?" I asked. I thought he didn't. I thought he... I thought he was just a wild lone wolf.

"Used to be a captain of the guardian Corps special forces. But I retired a few weeks ago." Guardian Corps?

As he saw me question what guardian corps was, he continued with a crooked smile. "Guardian Corp is just a unit where we just perform duties and task the Guardians can't perform for various reasons.

"my unit was responsible for eco-balance."

"what's that?"

"We balanced ecosystems. Took care of animals facing extinction and..."

"you were a gamekeeper?"

"no... you can say so. I'm not dead, so put your clothes on." He told me and left. "I might end up ravaging you all over." He added. I quickly covered myself back up and felt one more time like I could just pull my hair out. Why was I continually being naked in front of him?

As he left, I felt all queasy and fuzzy. Warm and ticklish.

As midday passed, I ate the snacks he had bought for me, and just when I was about to be full, he called me for lunch.

My body went numb with nerves as I remembered what he said earlier. ...ravaging me all over.

Was he...

Did he... He can't mean killing me right? Or was it...? Nope. Can't be. My cheeks burnt red as the thoughts ran into my head. He can't mean it. It's...its... I pictured him ravaging me all over. soft touches and...

He can't mean that. I shook myself as I grew more and more frustrated. I recalled his look when he talked to me. His eyes were a bit down... he was looking at my chest. was that his perverted look? Being all serious?

I slowly went down to the living room and found him standing in front of the large table again fully spread out, again.

I looked at the table and looked at him. Did he want me to be fat or did he...why am I so distracted?

I asked myself as I realized I was ogling his body and thinking of jumping onto him and making love to him. was I that sexually frustrated?

he might be the one who killed my mate for god's sake.

"wash your hands," he said and I got up and washed them. I felt his eyes on my back as I did that and grew uneasy. As I turned around he looked down onto the table.

Why was he acting mysterious and shy? My heart drummed as I sat back down and looked at the food.

He wasn't going to grow mad at me when I told him I don't want to eat, would he?

"We need to talk."

I looked at him, growing nervous at what he was going to say.

"Remember when I asked you about the rituals you have performed earlier in your life?" He asked looking grave.

"yes."

"well, you need to find a mate and fast. preferably before the next full moon."

"why?" I asked him.

"The ritual you performed together linked you to someone who doesn't exist. shouldn't exist. but as a ritual should end. like all magic spells, you will end up dead like your mate."

my stomach sank as I heard those words again. but I didn't get that excruciating pain. my heart just stung a little and made me want to hug Laurent and kiss him.

my mate was dead. that news didn't hurt me anymore.

maybe it was because I wanted to be with Laurent. He seemed to hurt as he spoke to me and I just wanted him not to be hurt.

I just wanted... My mate was dead. Laurent killed my mate. Laurent then killed my Alpha before kidnapping me.

"I can perform the ritual. but I don't want to." He said gritting his teeth and tensing. his voice sounded deep and made my insides tremble.

I tried making myself angry by thinking about Aury but I couldn't.

All I had in my head was Laurent.

He put a fist on his lips and groaned silently. his eyes growing red, slowly.

was he okay?

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just decide what you want to do. you can go and ask... ask Abi for it or go to the healers compound."

He shot off and staggered to the bathroom. I wanted to help him but he brushed me off.

He locked the bathroom and puked inside. as he did, my whole heart just ached to see him fine.

I grew afraid of seeing him die in front of me.

I can't add him to the graves outside. I can't... a stench of blood came from beneath the door as my stomach hurt.

Was he puking blood? Was he... was he bleeding?

"Laurent!" I shouted out to him and banged on the bathroom door. He can't be dying. He can't be...

He didn't respond and I hit the door harder. It fell with a bang and he looked up at me. A trail of blood descended down his chin.

His face darkened and he clenched his jaws. I froze as the room instantly became cold and chilly. His eyes looked all grave.

"GET OUT!" he roared.