Chapter 30

Cirilla's Point Of View

I shuffled under the warm covers for a few seconds before my eyes pulled open. I was in Asher's room, on the bed, covered by the warm sheets while little of the sun's rays stubbornly flickered in from the velvet curtains.

I was up to a sitting position, running my fingers through the thickness of my long blonde hair. I had a blasting ache in my skull that almost made me groan for a second while my gaze dropped to the gray tee that I was wearing.

I pulled off the covers, moving to the edge of the bed with my bare feet now touching the stainless marble floors. My eyes are still on the tee. It was unmistakably Asher's. It smells just like him. I couldn't remember at what point I had put this on last night. When I tried to recall, I was greeted by a merciless pain in my head.

The bathroom door pulled open, and involuntarily my blue gaze lifted and caught Asher's, stepping out, almost naked with only a blue short cladding around his waist. It was hanging so dangerously low with lines of water running down the bare surface of his chest, down every dotted black ink of the massive tattoo on his chest, leading to his arms and back, every trail of his god-damned muscle, his unbelievably fine abs. Holy fuck, he was hot.

That realization wasn't new to me, but it seemed he looked hotter than the last time I saw him. I couldn't stop the breath that got caught in my throat, and I suddenly felt hot. Too hot for my own good. Like something had begun to burn with firm purpose inside of me, building from my chest and spreading ferociously to every part of my body, leaving an unholy trail to the tingling spot between my legs.

I pressed my legs together, my hands sinking to both sides of the soft bed while I tried to control myself. But I could barely. I wanted him. The sensual attraction between us was overbearing, and it was messing up my brain and body.

My gaze finally moved up to his spotless, undecipherable green holes which were boring down on me intensely with a towel to his head. He was pretty much frozen. His eyes got dangerously dark by the second, sucking me in. The air wasn't at all helping, it was thick and charged with a current I couldn't name. I could feel the sexual tension hanging around us, probably just waiting for either one of us to jump on the other. My body had always been itching to feel Asher's weight on me, pinning me on the bed, his hands and lips exploring every part of me in a slow purposeful manner, but now, I just wanted him inside of me. I felt my center drip wet, soaking my panties.

I should have looked away while I still had a percent of my sanity intact, but as usual, I let my stubbornness lead on. I had to at least pretend he didn't affect me. I just couldn't appear like a horny slut that wanted to be fucked so badly.

I jerked from my thoughts the instant Asher's growl filled the room. He was still frozen, but he looked like he was a second from unleashing the devil himself. His gaze was still dark but with streaks of golden sparking in it. His eyes trailed from my gaze down to my feet, making my toes curl, burning me. It was then I noticed his tee barely covered my lacy panties with the way I was seated. I was tempted to pull the covers over me, but I fought the careless urge. He had seen me completely naked before, he would live.

Asher released one last growl, obvious he was struggling with his wolf before he dashed into the changing room next to the bathroom.

It was almost five minutes and still wasn't out. Yeah, I was counting. My gaze shifted from the small clock on the bedside table to the door as it opened. Asher stepped out, his eyes green and seemed his normal self, far better than how he entered. He was all dressed in dark jeans and a white V-neck shirt, short-sleeved, leaving his arms exposed to me.

"Good morning,"

"Good morning," I replied, his emerald green eyes stuck on me, not in the 'I want to jump you' way but in a concerned way, sending another wave of emotion through me.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, taking a step closer, but it was as if he was keeping a safe distance between us.

"Awful," I muttered in all honesty. "Last night…" I drawled, trying to make sense of what I could remember. But nothing made much sense.

"Do you remember?" He filled the silence, pulling my attention to him.

His question forced it all into my mind. Do I remember? Hell yeah, I did. I remembered everything. My rage, frustration, and the drive to kill. To kill my own mum. It's not like I haven't thought about it before.

When I was thirteen, she came home fucking wasted with two bloody manwhores for the night. One seemed pretty interested in me the second he saw me. He asked my mum if he could fuck me, and without even sparing a glance, she told him I was all his. That was the first time I had desperately wanted her dead, so I was not going to sit down here and pretend like I hadn't wondered how great my life would have turned out if she was dead. But last night was different. I was different. I felt different.

My breathing suddenly spiked, and for an impossible minute I couldn't get air into my lungs, and I couldn't get it out. I was suffocating. Asher was by my side in a flash, his big arms around me, his scent walking his way into my nose, carrying its own air.

I exhaled. Asher's hand on my cheek guided my gaze to his.

I didn't look away, nor pull out of his comforting hold. If anything, I wanted to mold myself against him until we became one. "I remember last night but I don't understand Ash, I was…" The memory from my fight against those drunks snuck in, and then I remembered my fight with Asher. I knew I had strength, but not that much. It hit me harder. Something was fucking not right.

Asher's hand caressed my cheek gently, creating sparks while his other hand rubbed my back. "Tell me everything,"

I started explaining everything to him right from the insane rage that started all because of him at the gym, and then I felt rage at everything and then all of a sudden, they were arrowed at my mum.

I would have killed her if Asher didn't stop me. I should feel bad like I was a terrible daughter. But I felt none of that. Had I been possessed last night? Or maybe everything I remembered was a bit exaggerated. That could be the truth.

But I knew it wasn't. This wasn't the first time something weird had happened in my life. The wolves, the attack, and the blazing man. This just adds up to the list, and somewhere deep, I felt scared.

"Fuck. I think I am going crazy," I met Asher's deep gaze, he too was regarding me like I was truly insane. Well, I was, but it wasn't the first time.

*****

Asher's Point Of View

"Fuck, I think I am going crazy," She muttered, holding my gaze. I don't think she's going crazy, and frankly, I knew she knew that too.

I stroked her cheek again, and the sparks ignited, comforting both of us. She felt it. Whether she likes to admit it or not, I knew she felt every fucking emotion I always burned in whenever she was near.

"You are not crazy, love," I forced my gaze from her perfect enticing lips to her round blue eyes, eager to hear what I had to say.

Last night came as a shock to me. And I didn't want to tell her anything I wasn't sure of, even though I knew she wouldn't believe most of it, but the crystal truth was Cirilla Bane was not human.

What she was, I fucking do not know yet. The blood rage was something that only happened to supernaturals, more often wolves, vampires, and those with magic. That was not something a human would feel. Her nonhuman strength and speed and the earth quaking and the unusual wind at the lake, I couldn't explain any of them but that, all the more strengthened my resolve that my mate wasn't human.

"What happened last night was not a normal princess. You were in rage—"

"I know that," Her hot breath settled on my lips and for a second, it brought my attention to her full plump ones.

"You don't understand," I sighed, not sure exactly where to start from. "Your rage was fueled by last night's moon, princess. And it's very normal in my world but it's not normal for a human. It's unheard of," I watched her blank expression for a second before an amused smile wandered on her lips.

"So what are you saying, Ash?" She asked, still distracting me with her smile.

"I don't think you are completely human, Ci," I voiced it out.

I had expected a different reaction, like maybe shock or she burst out laughing, but she remained quiet. Her amused smile was still on her lips, but her heart was banging loud and fast against her chest.

"This sounds like a script taken right out of a novel, Ash," She pulled up from my arms, still wearing a smile but her heartbeat getting faster. "I was angry last night and it was all your fault, as well as Vince and Miles. Maybe, everything I felt last night was all me, the rage and the unsurprising urge to kill my mum, and it was simply just on a different level because we are mates,"

I couldn't hide the look of surprise from my own eyes, staring at her as her last three words echoed in my head. That was the first time she acknowledged the fact that we belonged together. I could barely hide my smirk. Was she slowly accepting our reality? I hope so, cause I wouldn't be able to live without her.

I got up from the bed. "I guess it's either one," I said, and that was the truth.

But I saw what I saw, and last night was all her, we weren't even mated yet. And the irregular beating of her heart only proved she was considering my theory. And I won't force it on her, she has to realize it herself, but I was also curious. She had to be either like her mum or dad.

I paused, or maybe both. I had to find out.

"I have to go," I grabbed my leather jacket from the couch.

"Are you going out?" Her words were quick to come out, startling me.

"Yes," I moved close to her. "But I promise I'll be back soon," I couldn't hide my smirk, even as I winked at her.

"Like I care," She scoffed, crossing her hands against her chest, and I couldn't help but take notice of the hardened tip of her perky breasts beneath the shirt.

I should leave now before I lose it and tear off that tee from her perfect body and have her hardened nipples in my mouth while I fuck her like crazy, giving her so much pleasure like it's the only reason I exist.

"Bye, princess," I leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, before storming out of the bedroom, leaving her most probably frozen on her spot.