Rhea's POV

　　It was just Sam, me, Daemon and of course, the dramatic Lila left inside the room. I wonder why I am not one bit angry, this is my husband that they are talking about rather I felt mad at myself for having feelings for this man for years.

　　Thinking and hoping that one day he would look at me and adore me as his wife... This makes me hate myself more, yes I vowed never to let him see my tears but I am a human and not a status.

　　The worst is that all I feel is hatred and anger toward myself. I can't believe that I ran all the way here just because of a woman that doesn't worth my time.

　　But why did Layla drag me here? I should have just waited and allowed her to finish instead of rushing out here thinking that something has happened to Daemon.

　　I turned around to look at him and I noticed that he was also staring at me. "WHAT!" I arched a brow while glaring at him.

　　He eyed me up and down, "You must really have a good heart to have run all the here looking like..." He paused, suppressing his laugh.

　　And that's when I took in my appearance, gosh...!

　　Fuck...!

　　I looked like a mess, my short hair was looking tattered and crowned it all, I had no footwear on. I had run here barefoot. At this moment I just wished for the ground to just open and swallow me up, this is embarrassing.

　　And not Lila thinking that I might have done that because of her but come to think of it... it is better than Daemon having the impression that I had run all the way looking like this just because of him.

　　"Please, Wilfred," Lila is still crying her balls out in the hospital bed.

　　I clenched my jaw and slowly lifted my head to stare at him, "But you still look pretty," I was stunned hearing those words from him.

　　Regaining my senses back, I hurled him a death glare, what a nice way to taunt me.

　　"Didn't you stare at your appearance before scrambling out from your room?" He chuckled.

　　"Don't..."

　　"Was your loved one admitted to the hospital that you ran all the way here looking like this..." He teased but unfortunately, I took it personally. The smug look on his face hurts me and not me whisking out of my room all because of him.

　　"Yes and the fool was you," I snapped, unaware when the words slipped out from my lips.

　　"Excuse me," he blinked at me. Sam stopped what he was doing and turned to look at me.

　　"Not me rushing all the way here thinking that something happened to you... How stupid of me!"

　　"R... hea," I ignored him and walked away. He stared at me blankly before recognition of what I meant flashed through his mind, "Hey! Dear mate," he dubbed with a nasty smirk on his lips.

　　I ignored him and hurried toward my room, the guards that he had imposed on me followed instantly. I scanned the place and Layla was no longer in sight, I wanted to ask about her way about when I heard familiar footsteps approaching.

　　Swallowing the word on my lips, I held onto my long gown and started walking fast toward my room... well I think I should say his room because obviously I am married and that room is not mine.

　　Remembering my marriage with Kian causes my throat to taste sore, why wasn't Daemon my true mate? Oops! Rhea... don't say that I am sure that the moon goddess has her reasons for pairing me with that asshole Kian.

　　Maybe to pay for any sin that my parents might have committed in their previous life.

　　"Rhea!"

　　I hissed and rushed toward the room, I immediately tried to smash the door close but a leg came in the process stopping the door mid-way. I angrily looked up and my face loosened as I stared back at those black eyes that I have come to admire since the first time I set my eyes on him.

　　"I need privacy,"

　　"Yes, privacy with my mate," he opened the door and walked in, closing it behind him.

　　"Daemon,"

　　His eyebrow pulled up, "You know I love the way my name rolls off from your lips,"

　　My heart skipped a bit, "Dae... mon, just stop I am not in the mood," I took a stride backward as he stepped forward.

　　So bad my back hits the wall and I am now trapped in between the wall and him. His boot stops right in front of my foot, almost touching and he bores his eyes into mine. Not wanting to back away like a little scared pup, I look right back at him. Not feeling the urge to submit as an average werewolf to a Lycan.

　　I watched as his smile broadened, noticing my antagonism, he arched his brow to study me. The air around us is so thick that I can hear the fast throbbing of my heartbeat.

　　I feel his hand come up to brush my hair away from my neck before his finger caresses my earlobe, a wave of electricity shot from that spot through my whole body and I instantly clutched my clothes.

　　"Not in the mood because..."

　　" My husband just had a pup outside wedlock," I didn't allow him to finish his words before diving in, breathing heavily as his hand continued caressing my skin.

　　"You are not angry because of that,"

　　"I...I..."

　　" Shhh," he hushed and inched closer. I hitched in a breath as I felt my body trembling in pleasure, my toes curling into the floor as I struggled to control myself. I love to see a knowing smirk on his face, probably sure of what he is doing to me. But I couldn't seem to back away.

　　I hate this, I hate the fact that I feel attracted to him!

　　"I hate that I care about you," I finally let the cat out of the bag.

　　His gaze darkened at my outburst, the smirk not leaving his lips, "You can't fight your feelings, dear mate,"

　　I have just decided to stop fighting him concerning the way he addresses me as his mate since our misunderstanding does worsen things and besides it seems amazing hearing him address me as his.