83. Confessing

KIARA

He looked at me sharply. My heart was thudding painfully. The pain of my wolf, her regret, my guilt… I had to do this, sooner or later I would have to tell him and I'd rather do it before he somehow found out from someone else. The fact he hadn"t slept with anyone other than me really hit a nerve. No matter how he reacted… He had pushed me away.

"What is it?" He asked, turning back to the road.

I looked at his face, his sharp chiselled jaw, his small beard, his tattoos… his necklaces…

"I… The night after what happened in Doctor Callum's office, when I found out that the engagement was still on. I felt used, hurt and stupid." I took a deep breath.

You got this girl… Come clean before it comes and bites you later on… I closed my eyes.

"That night I… I slept with Rayhan."

There I said it. My heart was racing as I waited for his reaction. I opened my eyes when he said nothing, I was expecting his aura and anger to unleash upon me, but it didn't. I looked at him, wondering if he had heard me.

His jaw was clenched, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, and despite the fact he was in control of his emotions, he was angry…

"Yeah, I know." He said, his deep voice sounding rough.

My eyes flew open in shock, I wasn't expecting that…

"H-how…?" I paused. Had he heard? Was he home? Oh no…

"I came home that night and when I passed your room, well, I smelt the fuckers scent and I opened the door. It was a fine fucking scene." He said bitterly.

I felt my heart squeeze in pain at the hurt in his voice. He knew, but on top of that, he had seen me… The image of him and Jasmin had broken me. But it seemed, without even knowing, I had hurt him the same way.

Both of us were as bad as each other… He had seen me in bed with none other than his nephew. Yes, I had sex, but we weren't mates at the time… He had known I was his mate when he had kissed Jasmin…

"It's done, no shit can change that now. Why mention it?" His words made my stomach twist.

"If were going to work on this… I thought we should be honest." I whispered, sounded more vulnerable than I wanted. I looked down, letting my hair shield my face. "I"m sorry. Of all people, it shouldn't have been Rayhan… If I knew you were my mate, I swear I-"

I was cut off when he reached over, brushing my hair that was curtaining my face back, resting his hand on the back of my head.

"Don't apologise, I pushed you to that. I won't say it didn't fucking hurt, but… I get it." He said quietly. His thumb caressed my head slightly and I just wanted to lean into his touch.

My heart hammered at his words ‘It hurt'. The meaning being, he definitely had feelings before the bond. He stroked the back of my head as our eyes met. My heart thudded as I saw his gaze flicker to my lips. His eyes flashed red as he forced his gaze ahead.

"I won't apologise for my actions… because it"s just a word… I'll try to fucking make it up to you instead." He said quietly, removing his hand from behind my head.

I smiled gently, I felt better getting that off my chest. His words made my stomach flutter, I could see he was trying and it made me crazy. It was already hard not to give in to the pull of the mate bond…

I leant down, opening the bag of snacks I had packed, and took out my box of brownies. My cheeks heated up as I realised he'd know I made these for him.

"Brownie?" I said, trying to not let my embarrassment show. He looked at the open box for a second before smirking arrogantly as he looked into my eyes.

"Were these baked for me?" He said arrogantly.

"Does it matter? They were baked for the journey." I said. "And it's not like I haven"t baked for you before…"

This was so embarrassing.

"When I came to your pack?" He asked, cocking a brow.

My gaze flickered to his lips and my heart skipped a beat. His ever so tempting woody scent mixed with that deep, seductive musky smokiness made me feel lightheaded.

"Yeah…" I said, trying to focus on anything but the reminder of the way his lips felt against mine… The way he kissed me…

He smirked arrogantly, taking hold of my chin, sending a rush of sparks through me. My chest heaved heavily as I stared into his eyes.

"If you want a kiss Amore Mio… All you need to do is ask." He said huskily.

Those words took away all my control, I knew I wanted a taste… but I wasn't ready. Because once I passed that threshold, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop…

"I…"

The right corner of his mouth twitched up and I realised that it wasn't his usual mocking smirk. Just that hint of a smile made my entire body tingle. Did the man actually know how to smile? It suited him…

"I'll wait for the day you forgive me…" He said quietly, leaning over he placed a kiss on my forehead, making my breath hitch.

The moment his lips touched my forehead, I felt lightheaded, as strong tingles coursed through me. His touch felt good before… There was no way I could explain how amazing it was now. I didn't even realise I had shut my eyes, feeling giddy. His simple touch sent pleasure rushing to my core, I pressed my thighs together, feeling myself throb. I did not want to get turned on, not right now.

I inhaled his scent before he slowly moved back, I could hear his heartbeat and knew it was taking him a lot of self-control to stay calm. He reached over, taking a piece of brownie and popping it into his mouth.

"These are fucking good." He said smoothly.

I smiled, trying to regain control of my emotions as I took a brownie piece, but before I could even take a bite he had pulled my hand to his mouth, biting into it. My stomach flipped and my cheeks burned at his move.

Oh, goddess, he was tempting me… Who knew he could be so smooth!

I bit my lip before I glared at him.

"Eat yourself, I"m not here to feed you." I said, popping the rest of the brownie into my mouth.

"Hmm, it tastes even better from your hand. Nowhere near as fucking good as you do though." He said.

He tensed and I realised he hadn"t meant to say it. The sexual tension in the car was only growing. I slid down the window. It was kind of hot… But that wasn't the wisest move.

"Feeling hot?" He asked, that mocking cocky smirk on his face. He reached for the box of cigarettes in the middle compartment and slid one out, placing it between his lips and easily lighting it one-handed.

"Not really, I just feel a little sick." I said. It wasn't even a lie, the journey was making my tummy feel all funny.

He frowned at my words, looking concerned.

"Shall we stop somewhere?"

"No, I"m ok." I said. He took a drag of his cigarette, opening his own window too.

Just then, his phone rang and I saw Darien's name cross the LCD screen. He answered it via his car"s Bluetooth.

"Yeah?"

"Al, the rogue is really disturbed…"

"What do you mean?" He asked coldly. The subtle warmth he had exuded moments earlier was gone.

"I think living as a Wendigo has made him suffer severe trauma… He keeps saying two things. ‘The King is angry' and ‘they're going to get him'. Anything more sends him off into a panic attack."

Did that mean I had only healed him physically… I guess it made sense. The mental aspect would take so much longer and would need help and possibly therapy...

"Did Callum check him?"

"Yes, he's given him some sedatives for now. He's here with me. He said he has news for you."

"Put him on." Alejandro said, frowning deeply as we both stared out at the setting sun.

"Alpha… I found her location. Shall I send you her address… She said she won't be there for long, I'd recommend taking a detour." Doctor Callum"s voice came.

I frowned, who were they talking about? I glanced at Alejandro who was glowering.

"Fine, send me the address, we will pay her a visit first." He said, before hanging up.

"Who are we visiting?" I asked as he picked up his phone, most probably checking the address, before he signalled and took a side exit off from the main motorway.

"A witch, to learn about the Asheton lineage and your abilities."