I continued to stare at Blake blankly. My mind was in a state of shock.
"Are you still not talking? Should I take that as a yes?" Blake’s fingers brushed against my cheek.
"From now on, please do not leave me. Alright?" Compared to his earlier stern attitude, his voice sounded so soft and gentle.
I felt my heart racing again. My breath was long and shallow. I looked into his eyes that seemed to suck my soul in.. Holding his hand and staring into those dark eyes, I asked, "Can I trust you again?"
"Of course," Blake answered without hesitation. He straightened his back and vowed with a straight face, "I swear on my title as the Lycan King. From now on, I will never lie to my mate, Chloe. Every single word of mine is true and sincere."
His eyes shone with firmness and sincerity, like the bright North Star in the darkness of the night.
My heart could not help being attracted to him. It was a natural instinct to go after warmth, I no choice but to admit it. Otherwise, why else would I subconsciously nod and agree to stay with him?
Blake’s pupils shrank at my response. Without waiting for another second, Blake drew me into a tight hug. I could hear his drumming heart and his breathing. Suddenly, my hear was filled with an indescribable feeling of safety.
"Okay… Blake, let go of me. You're hugging me too tightly," I whispered and pushed him gently, my cheeks were burning. He was so close to me, I could feel the warmth of his body on mine.
Blake hand froze and slowly released me from his arms. Strangely, his face was also red. It was a rare sight to see him embarrassed.
"I'm so happy," Blake softly told me, there was a small smile on his lips.
"I know," I pursed my lips and answered him. Still feeling shy, I avoided his dark eyes and focus on our intertwined hands.
Time crept by, and an awkward silence lingered in the air. It was only after an eternity later when both of us finally opened our mouths.
"About that…"
"I…"
Taken aback, we stared at each other and broke into giggles.
"Lady first," Blake said, sounding so gentlemanly.
I cleared my throat and announced with a straight face, "Frankly, I still have a lot to learn about you. But I will keep learning about you..your pack, your family…"
I held back my shyness and confessed my true feelings in an almost inaudible voice. My cheeks were on fire.
The look in Blake’s eyes deepened as he listened to me Then, he walked towards me and extended a hand. "Chloe, can I take this as your—"
"Blake!" The door swung open at that moment. A lovely feminine figure flew past me and flung herself into Blake’s arms, interrupting our conversation.
"I miss you so much, Blake." The woman looked up, revealing a young and pretty face. Her voice was dripping honey, and the way she carried herself suggested that she could be the hostess of the house.
I witnessed the scene unfolding with great shock. It felt like I had bitten into a sour slice of lemon, but I could not shake off my habit of keeping silent. I stared at the ground and took a few steps back.
"Do you miss me or not?" The woman asked as she leaned against Blake. His silence did not anger her. Not only that, she started taking off his shirt.
"I heard from that guy that you got poisoned! Let me check!" The urgency in her tone proved that she was concerned for him.
I could not stand watching them and looked away. Feeling like a jarring existence, I fervently wished I could disappear from the study.
Blake took a huge step backward to place a distance between him and the girl. "That's enough! Carrie," he schooled her and walked over to me. "Please don't misunderstand. Carrie is my—"
"Who are you?" The girl named Carrie cut Blake off again and shot an interrogative look at me. I could tell from her eyes that she disliked me and possibly even carried animosity toward me.
"Who is she? What is her relationship with Blake? They seem very close. Could they be…" My mind was wandering again.
"I'm talking to you." The harsh shift in Carrie's tone pulled me back to reality.
I gulped nervously and attempted to answer her, but she was ahead of me and chuckled with a look that suggested a moment of realization. "Oh, I get it now. You couldn't be that woman from the Red Moon Pack, could you?"
Red Moon Pack… Every mention of that name by someone from the Silver Pack would be loaded with an unfathomable hatred.
I bit my lip and nodded.
"Alright now, Carrie. Behave yourself," Blake warned, glaring at her.
She gave Blake a shrug and pouted. "Why do you look so nervous? I'm not going to hurt her." She rolled her eyes at him and turned to me again. "Stop hiding behind Blake. I have questions for you."
"W-What?" I took a careful step forward.
She raised a brow at me. "Did your pack poison Blake?"
