[Zeve’s POV] Amor’s aura was flickering faster than a candle’s flame in a storm. Sometimes, I felt like he was going to take me down any time and sometimes the soft gaze in his eyes melted me like a candle. Sometimes his gaze was brighter than the moon’s love and sometimes darker than the night sky’s lust. But what scared me the most was not his closeness or his advances, but my own urges towards him. Being drawn to his scent, craving to be blanketed by his warmth. I wanted him to touch me, yet I didn’t want to give away my heart in the flames of my heat. Because even if he touched me, it would be because of my scent and physical conditions, not because he felt something in his heart for me like I did for him. Fearing that I would fall in love with him, I didn’t even realise when I had already fallen into his abyss-like love. It was an eternal falling and my only destiny was to keep on falling endlessly. I love him and I can’t deny it anymore, but it’s history repeating itself.
[Zeve’s POV] “I am sure he hasn’t eaten his dinner.” I placed the fork and knife on either side of the plate. I looked at the medicines, the juice, the flower vases, the comforting warmth in the room. “And you say you don’t love me, huh? If so, why even bother to arrange all this in such a short time period? You have always been caring in your own ways. From the very beginning, is it one of those cares which is common for everyone in your pack? Or is it something special for me?” I rubbed my arm with my palm. The first person to genuinely care about me and my needs was Amor. I tried so hard to tutor myself to not love him, but when he does things like this, can I stop myself from deepening this love? Can I really not love him? I got up from the chair with a jerk. The chair almost fell on the floor. I dashed and fetched a woollen furry cloak from Amor’s closet. It was then I saw ladies wear included in his wardrobe. There were simple but classy gowns, light ladies’ night robe
[Zeve’s POV] Before thoughts could cage my headspace, the sparks from our kiss got the freedom to travel through every inch of my body. It felt like I had finally found my destiny, like I had finally reached the right destination. My fingers trembled as I held Amor’s shoulder. His lips were cold, but warmed up instantly. They were neither too rough nor too soft. Exactly like I had imagined them to be. My heart thundered in my chest. I felt a heated flutter clench around my stomach. I didn’t breathe, nor did I feel Amor’s breaths on my skin. I parted from Amor’s lips, panting, and opened my eyes slowly. But I was too scared to look into his eyes. I chewed on my lower lips that felt fuller and searing with the warmth from his lips still lingered over them. I stood peering at the floor, fidgeting with my fingers. Did I offend him? Is he mad? Did I get too close? My chest tightened just thinking that maybe before building anything, I had already ruined everything with that kiss.
[Zeve’s POV] He held my gaze. “Ah!” I gasped, parting my lips as his grip tightened slightly over my throat. His eyes widened slightly, filled with muse. He cocked a brow, contemplating my lips. His thumb leisurely traced my lower lip. All I could do was respond to his touch. My body was completely under his control. My lips trembled. “R-revenge kiss?” His sharp gaze pierced through mine. “Um-hm!” He said from the back of his throat. “Forehead kisses were settled, but you kissed my lips and stole my first kiss. So now it’s my turn for a revenge kiss.” His eyes dropped to my lips and then slowly lifted to my eyes again. “You haven’t kissed yet?” I was shocked. “Does that mean you haven’t had…” Before I could complete, a smirk on his face made my heart skid in my chest. He tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear and whispered, “just because I preserved my first kiss doesn’t mean I am a virgin, Zeve. But what about you?” I widened my eyes, quickly burying my face in his
[Zeve’s POV] Amor entered the room while the maids were styling my hair. “Isolation.” He ordered, and the maids left at once. I got up and looked at him. Of course, trying hard not to remember the hopeful memories I had with him in front of the dressing table seven nights ago. He looked at me and as a religious routine that I had been following for seven days; I lowered my gaze, standing with an impassive face before him. I practised looking in the mirror to wear a stoic face appropriate for all occasions, especially when he was around. Because no matter how hard I tried, my heart would still race in my chest at his sight. I wished falling out of love was as easy as falling in love. “Before we attend the reception, I want to talk to you.” I bowed slightly. Even though my hair wasn’t made properly, I dared not ask him to wait for me. I let it be like that and sat across the table facing him. “I tried to keep the reception as private as possible, yet I couldn’t avoid every eyes
[Zeve’s POV] I sat on the throne with Amor seated beside me. In the beginning of the reception ceremony, Amor apologised for the delay and after that, one by one, all the members of the royal family introduced themselves to me. I greeted them with courtesy and a warm smile. Amor’s family was enormous. There were so many people and it was compulsory for me to recognize each one of them with their faces and names. Then the nobles with powerful family influence and higher ranks in the pack introduced themselves to me. I had to memorise their names too. As the political faces disclosed in front of me, I could make out the political system and the pack hierarchy. The one on top was Alpha of the pack, Alpha Amor Blaze. But after marriage, I became his luna and held a rank equal to his. He was the emperor of the complete Aurora empire. Below him was the royal family, holding the most power. After the royal family came the other politically powerful families of nobles who were known
[Zeve’s POV] The man strutted into the hall as if he owned the entire pack and didn’t actually care about who the actual alpha was. He stopped before stepping on the stairs that led to us. He lifted his arcane gaze. My eyes met his eyes. I couldn’t show it on my face, but his gaze made me self-conscious. It was as if I had already read him through and through. All that’s left was to decipher him. His straight, dark blue hair was longer than mine, fluttering behind him as he stepped on the stair. He was dressed in a white shirt, pants with cloud pattern and no accessory, and a long black kimono coat with the prints of a golden dragon on back and on its long sleeves. His kimono coat and sleeves fluttered like dark waves behind him. The katana sword hung from his sword waist belt, peeked now and then from behind his kimono coat. His iris were dark blue in the centre and were outlined with a golden colour. He had a unique eye colour I had never seen before. His aura was warm and w
[Zeve’s POV] No one dared stop Hikari. It was as if everyone in the hall knew Hikari wasn’t a force that could be stopped with swords or power. Like Morfan said, Hikari was the feral wind from the North. But according to me, he was already a storm with a broken, hurting and unmended heart. “That’s enough for the reception!” Amor yelled and scooped me up in his arms. I panicked, seeing all gazes on us as he walked down the stairs. But I thought resisting to be picked up in a bridal style would only cause more chaos so I just lowered my gaze. We left the hall with Morfan, mother and Lucella joining him on his way back to our room. He laid me on the bed. Amor clenched and unclenched his teeth, sitting beside me on the bed while Lucella checked me. “Does your chest still hurt?” She asked. Amor’s impatient gaze made me more restless. What did Hikari say to Amor? Why was Amor so restless and scared? What happened to me? What was that sharp pain in my chest earlier? I shook my