Abstract;
The whole king's chamber is silent, not the peaceful type of silence. The silence which holds secrets, a person deepest emotions. The silence which gives a person a sour feeling. The whole room is dark, not a single light is on like there is no person present in the room. The only source of light is the moonlight which is peeking through the gap of the curtains.
Even though the room has no light the presence of richness, royalty can be seen from the gold detailing on the wall, furniture, border of the curtains, silk bedding which is sparkling like real gold in the moonlight.
In the middle of the room, there is a huge king size bed. On the bed, the figure is lying, a duvet covering the whole body only the face is visible. The person's bare face is enchanting, hair scattered in the silk pillow, eyes closed, looking so peaceful. If a person saw this scene then they would think the person lying on the bed is peacefully asleep. But the reality is far from what it's looking. The eyes are close but can't say the same about the mind and heart. The heart and mind are in turmoil fighting each other. The mind doesn't want to be regretful for what she did in the dining room. But her heart says she shouldn't have done that, not especially in the dining room which is full of people. The people who want her to do a silly mistake so they can prove that she doesn't belong here. Her heart is right, she shouldn't have done that even though she was more than frustrated. She should have thought of him, she really should have thought of him. She should had consider how he had felt before losing control over her mind and losing her sanity for a moment.
At that time in the middle of the war between her thinking and feelings, she heard footsteps coming towards the room she currently is in. She immediately and automatically knows it's him. How can she don't know when she unknowingly memorises his habits, footsteps, scent, his expressions. He slowly opens the door trying to be as quiet as possible, in case she is asleep. He comes straight towards the bed and stood in front, staring at her, captivated and enchanted by her beauty. Rememorising her features, lots of emotions reflect across his eyes. Even after knowing he standing there and staring at her, she doesn't intend to move or open her eyes. After a while, when he finished staring at her his heart full, he walk to the other side of the bed. She hears some shuffling and the bed dips from the other side, indicating he has climbed the bed and unexpectedly she is hugged from the back. His right tattooed arm tightly embraced across her upper half.
Silence prevails in the room. He rests his head on her sprawled hair inhaling her scent, which always has a calming effect. His breath teased her right ear and the side of her neck. She still doesn't move. After a minute or two, he whispers the word slowly. The sound of his word was so light that if the room was not this silent and if he weren't being closed to her, it would have not been audible at all.
"Sorry," he says again, this time a bit loud than the earlier one. 'Sorry', she lost count of how many times he said this word. Every time he says sorry, she has this urge to accept everything he has to offer. His coldness, his temper, his mood swings, his past, his hate, his love, his possessiveness, his obsession, his mistakes, his attention, his flaws, everything. Every time she looks into his eyes when he says sorry, the helplessness and unwillingness flash through his orbs. And in a second it is replaced by determination. Determination to make everything right, to make her stay, to make her give in. At that time she love the way his grey eyes surrounded by the gold ring becomes more prominent.
He continued when she does not reply.
" I am sorry babe. I am sorry that you have to go through all this. I am really sorry for making you endure everything" he said. His voice broke at the end. After a pause, he continued,
" I am sorry but I can't let you go. I know I m being selfish but please love, I will do everything to make this right. To make you stay. I will do everything to make myself enough reason for you to stay, but please I can't let you go."
This is the first time he explain himself after saying sorry. He doesn't have any idea.
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Chapter One
Can pov;
" ring, ring" ringing of my alarm woke me up again. Yes, again because I never needed the ringing of my alarm to wake me until that night. I had a dream of certain someone who I m having in my dream constantly for the past few days. I used to open my eyes before the alarm rings, but I have been sleeping more than usual because of that dream. The dream in which I am very happy. Don't get me wrong, I m happy in my real life, but shortly after I start having that dream everything I have feels that's not what I need. Like I m missing something valuable in my life.
I have everything, Power, position, I can have everything without a need to ask for. I am an Alpha King, and I love to serve my people, being an example to the ones who look up to me. Everything was fine, then I have to dream which makes me feel like everything I have is not enough. Earlier I usually look forward to having my day fruitful. But now I look forward to nights. Just to go back to sleep and have that dream which is too good to be true.
For once I thought maybe I am missing my mate. Mate is our other half, our soulmate given by the moon goddess to us werewolves, to have each other by side in everything. Fated mates share a special mate pull or mate bond which cannot be shared with anyone else then your mate. But to say the truth I never looked forward to having a mate or expectations for my mate like usually other wolves do. I do believe in true love and soulmate but from the day I came to know about the meaning of fame and power I knew that I can never have someone who will love me for who I m as a particular person. Everybody will look at me for a rank and the power I hold. In our World love doesn't exist in front of hunger for power. Even if it is fated or not. I don't want to face something like in the past. I won't give it a chance. With that thought and a long sigh, I got up from my bed to take a shower and get ready for the day. I m again late for the breakfast which I don't want because it causes suspicion to my family members and I had to explain. And the hard part is even I don't know the explanation for that. If I say that I overslept then it's going for a day in a row now. Just forget it, I don't own an explanation to anyone.
Hi, lovelies this is my first novel, so please forgive me for the mistake or grammatical errors in the story. Hope you enjoy it.
