❝She kills without second thought.❞
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Micajah's PoV:
"Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the cor...
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Chapter 36 - "Did You Just Call Me 'Senpai'?"
I wake up to the warmth of sunlight behind my eyelids, feeling a sleepy, lazy smile pull up my lips as last night's events replay in my mind.
I can't believe that I'm getting married . . .
"Hey, fiancée." I call softly, trying to turn around.
But that's impossible.
Because my Mate is wrapped around me tightly from behind. Her arms are wound around my torso and one leg is hooked over my thigh, intertwined with mine. Her hot breath is fanning over my back, precisely in-between my shoulder blades where she has wedged her face into.
I chuckle.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. We've got to tell everyone that you're gonna become Mrs. Rye."
That does the trick.
She shoots up suddenly, trying to untangle her body from mine and almost pushing me off it in the process.
Phew, thank Goddess it's a king.
"Whoa, calm down there, spitfire!" I struggle to shove the sheets off me as I sit up. I rub my hands across my eyes, willing the last of sleep away as I look at her panicked form warily.
"Seneca," I hesitate, the words on the tip of my tongue, "Um, are you . . . are you having second thoughts?!" I place one finger under her chin, forcing her silver eyes in my direction.
They widen in shock, "What? NO!"
"Then . . . the problem might be . . . ?" I trail off, looking into her eyes with understanding painted in mine, showing her that I'm okay with whatever it is, if it's not calling off my new status as her fiancé.
"The problem is . . . " She gulps, looking into my eyes and then glancing back at her fidgeting fingers, almost as if she couldn't bear to meet my eyes. "It's—uh, I'm so sorry, Cage." She looks up with the saddest expression on her face, like the news she's about to deliver is my Mother's death.
Then again, if it was my mother who had died, Seneca would be probably rejoicing and dancing around her grave.
That thought makes me chuckle.
"It's not funny." She snaps in a hard tone, glaring.
Annnnd, the Alpha I know and love is back.
She blushes.
"What? You can read my mind now?!"
"I can if I want to, I'm your Alpha, but, no. I didn't read your mind, you said it out loud."
Crap, I did it again.
"You're doing it again." She points out and it's my turn to blush. "Okay. okay, No need to feel embarrassed, it's kind of endearing actually." She says with a smile, her eyes shining brightly, adoration and love clear as day in them.
