Chapter 72: Morning....
Lurgard.
Nightfall came slowly, dragging silence along with it, yet my mind remained anything but calm.
I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling while rolling from one side to another restlessly. No matter how many times I shut my eyes, Theresa’s face kept appearing—her angry expression from earlier.
Everything about her filled every corner of my thoughts until it became impossible to think of anything else.
I let out a frustrated groan and dragged a hand down my face.
"I’m going insane..." I muttered under my breath.
All I wanted was to hold her, even if it was just once. To pull her into my arms and cuddle her to sleep peacefully.
Knowing she was still angry at us felt like some cruel punishment specifically designed for me.
And the worst part?
I couldn’t even blame her completely.
The way we reacted earlier at the parking lot had clearly overwhelmed her.
Still...that Micheal bastard irritated me beyond words.
I clicked my tongue and shut my eyes briefly.
After what felt like forever of tossing around helplessly, I finally sat upright on the bed.
Sleep clearly wasn’t coming tonight.
Not when Theresa occupied my entire mind like this.
I stayed still for a few seconds before my gaze shifted toward the drawer beside my bed.
The spare key.
A dangerous thought instantly crossed my mind.
I should stay away from her.
I knew that.
But my body had already moved before my brain could properly stop it.
I grabbed the spare key quietly and stepped out of my room before carefully making my way toward Theresa’s room.
The mansion was silent already, and only the faint sound of my footsteps echoed lightly through the hallway.
When I got to her door, I paused briefly, then slowly, cautiously, I unlocked it.
The soft click made my heart beat slightly faster. I pushed the door open carefully and stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit by the moonlight slipping through the curtains, and there she was...sleeping peacefully on the bed.
A soft smile instantly spread across my face.
I moved closer slowly, my gaze fixed entirely on her sleeping figure.
She looked so calm,band so beautiful.
Nothing like the stubborn, angry Theresa that kept yelling at us during the day.
A strand of her hair rested against her cheek, and without thinking, I brushed it back gently.
"If only you could smile at me like this all the time..." I whispered softly.
My chest tightened painfully.
I really couldn’t wait for us to get married—the mate bond alone wasn’t enough for me anymore, as I wanted her legally too, completely and openly.
I wanted the whole world to know she belonged beside me.
And honestly...that was the more reason I couldn’t tolerate Alex.
The thought of him alone darkened my expression slightly.
Carefully, I climbed onto the bed behind her and slowly wrapped my arms around her waist.
The moment her warmth touched me, my entire body relaxed.
Finally.
Theresa was usually a light sleeper, yet surprisingly, she didn’t wake up. Maybe she was truly exhausted from everything that happened today.
Or maybe...my gaze slowly lowered toward her stomach...that Godforsaken child.
My jaw tightened slightly.
If she wanted a child that badly, I could give her one.
She was my mate after all.
It was only right she carried mine instead.
A dangerous guilt crept into my chest immediately as another thought resurfaced.
I had shamelessly considered causing her to miscarry before.
The memory alone disgusted me slightly now.
But I had researched it afterward...and finding out forcing it could lead to the mother’s death terrified me completely.
I couldn’t lose Theresa.
The more I thought about it, the tighter my arms unconsciously wrapped around her waist protectively.
"I love you Theresa..." I whispered softly against her ear.
And only then did she stir slightly in her sleep.
My breath hitched.
Slowly, she turned within my arms before gripping my shirt lightly.
A wide smile instantly spread across my face.
My wolf practically purred in satisfaction.
"You sure do love me too, Theresa," I murmured quietly, unable to hide the happiness in my voice.
In a long while, this was truly the best night of my life.
Having my mate sleeping peacefully beside me...having the woman I loved curled safely within my arms...It felt unreal.
For the first time in years, my mind was completely at ease.
I couldn’t even stop the smile that remained plastered across my face as I stared at her sleeping figure in the dim room.
She looked beautiful.
And every few seconds, my eyes drifted toward her lips again. Mine had touched those lips countless times already, yet it still never felt enough.
I tightened my hold around her waist slightly and buried my face against her hair, inhaling her scent deeply.
Honestly, I didn’t even realize when sleep finally claimed me.
I was too happy, too excited and too content but the moment my eyes opened the next morning, I instantly froze.
Theresa was sitting upright on the bed, staring at me furiously.
And in her hands...was a pillow.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously the moment she noticed I was awake.
"Pervert!" she yelled loudly before throwing the pillow straight at my face.
Thud!
"Fuck—" I groaned instantly, rubbing my face as the pillow hit harder than I expected.
This wasn’t how I imagined the morning at all—I had expected something completely different.
Maybe she would wake up shyly...maybe she would blush...or even place a soft kiss on my lips before greeting me.
But instead?
I was getting assaulted with pillows.
"Theresa, please wait—" I tried speaking quickly as I rushed to sit up from the bed.
But before I could properly move away, she grabbed my shirt tightly and pulled me back toward her.
"You better start talking, Lurgard!" she snapped angrily. "What exactly did you do to me?"
My breath hitched instantly.
We were suddenly extremely close.
Our faces were barely inches apart, and I could feel her warm breath brushing lightly against my skin.
I swallowed hard immediately.
My eyes drifted toward her lips unconsciously before I forced myself to look away.
"I wasn’t the one who did anything," I said defensively, trying hard to sound innocent. "You were clearly enjoying my presence, Theresa. You were the one holding onto me tightly."
Her face turned red instantly.
Bright red.
"Shut up!" she yelled immediately, glaring at me with embarrassment flashing across her face.
And honestly?
She looked adorable.
She moved closer again, her hand lifting as if she wanted to hit me but at that point, I wasn’t even listening anymore.
I was too distracted, too lost in her eyes and too consumed by the closeness between us.
Her scent wrapped around me completely, driving my wolf insane.
I barely even heard whatever she was saying afterward.
Before I could stop myself, my hand slid around her waist and I pulled her closer instantly.
Then I crashed my lips against hers. The moment our lips touched, every single thought in my head disappeared.
I kissed her deeply and hungrily, like my life depended on it, like I had been craving this exact moment forever.
My grip around her waist tightened slightly as I deepened the kiss further, completely drowning in her warmth.
Gosh...this woman would truly drive me mad someday.
And the craziest part?
The moment I felt her body soften slightly against mine, satisfaction spread through my chest immediately.
I was getting addicted to kissing her.
Hopelessly addicted.
And honestly...I didn’t even care anymore.
A wide grin spread across my face between the kiss as one thought crossed my mind clearly.
"I am so doing this every morning."
