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Chapter 41: Her Room

Chapter 41: Her Room

Chapter Forty-One – Her Room

Laurel frowned as the maids ran off. "Where are you going...." but her remaining words got stuck in her throat. She stared at him. What was he doing all the way here?

"What are you doing there, Laurel?" he asked.

Her hands went to her mouth, and she looked away. The place was to be demolished anyway. Couldn’t he let her see it? "S-Sorry." She murmured.

Stefan’s eyebrows raised. Did he really hear an apology from her? It was the fist time. She looked different. Her hair was down and she looked how she did when he first met her. He sighed softly. "Get down from there."

Laurel’s hands left her mouth. "I just want to stay a little longer. It’s about to be demolished and this is where I spent my whole eighteen years."

Her whole eighteen years? In that small room? Stefan found it ridiculous. "You mean it’s not your closet or something?" It was a genuine question.

Laurel wore a frown. "It’s bigger than that." Her eyes widened as she noticed him coming up. She rushed to the room to gather anything useful.

As she turned to run down before he got there, she bumped into him, staggering back. "Shit." she cursed.

He stared at her. When her hair was down, she was really beautiful. And the thing on her lips,... it was distracting. He looked away from her and around the room.

He found ’Death’ written on the wall and smirked. "Were you practicing calligraphy on your walls?"

Laurel rolled her eyes. He was unbelievable. A normal person wouldn’t ask that as a first question if they saw such a word on a person’s wall. "I’d leave then."

"I was on my way to see you. At the maid quarters." He said, making her stop. "If it’s uncomfortable speaking with me there, then it’s best we talk here."

Why would be come to see her? He just returned from a date with his fiancée and was already seeing some other girl. "Okay, let’s speak here." She wasn’t interested in being his second girl. "Can I ask what?"

Suddenly, he gripped her arm tightly and she was pulled back, facing him squarely. "Your back shouldn’t be against me when I speak to you." His voice was low.

She glared at him, daringly. He wanted to speak, so why was he being harsh? He took his hand off her when he noticed they were wet, from the blood leaving her.

Laurel kept her distance, but faced him to avoid a similar reaction. "You get hurt all the time if that doesn’t affect you." Stefan said.

She looked at the unwarranted injury he just gave her. "Maybe but it’s none of your business."

So she was back with the sharp tongue. Stefan asked. "You’ve no sense of smell? When did you lose it?"

Laurel was quiet. Elma came to the surface to be sure there wasn’t something she was missing. "Yes, I do have no sense of sell. I lost it as a child."

It’s only in her wolf form or when Elma was at the surface that she could smell anything. With no sense of smell, that was how she survived in the prison and bore not taking regular baths.

"How did you lose it?" Stefan asked again.

Laurel folded her arms. What’s with the questions? It was surely not what he wanted to speak to her about. "I was hit on the nose, as a child, by my father."

"Why?" his eyes darkened.

"Well, I walked in on a meeting he was having with his officials, without his permission. So he... disciplined me." She looked at the word she wrote on the wall.

It was around that time when she lost her smell that she felt like dying, because flowers she loved so much, she could no longer smell them.

Stefan noticed her line of sight and questioned whether it was connected to her story. His wolf was agitated by what his mate had to go through but Stefan showed no reaction.

"Why do you ask though?" Laurel enquired.

A sigh left Stefan. "I just realized the food that was usually sent to you had been left overs that were almost bad. The cooks made it taste okay but the smell was strong and pungent."

Laurel’s face turned red from anger and embarrassment. She looked away from Stefan and held her stomach. "Why did they...?" And she always praised the food she ate.

"Well, it was a way to save cost so I don’t blame them." Stefan responded on the cooks behalves.

"If you don’t blame them then why are you telling me? I’d keep on being fed that?!" she asked angrily.

Stefan was stunned by her outburst. Was she affected by food that much? When he found out about the food, he had immediately ordered it to be corrected.

"Why do you think you deserve better food?" He scoffed.

Laurel’s hands clenched besides her. The food was one source of joy to her but it’s probably why she always felt weak. Werewolves didn’t fall ill easily but lots of times, she felt so weak that she couldn’t move.

"I hate this place!" she barked. "I hate all of you! I’m not related to what my father did yet you make me suffer! I want to get out of this place immediately!"

It was like a stab to Stefan’s heart and his lips quivered, searching for consoling words to say. But again, he gave no reaction, and just held unto his chest. At that moment, it crossed his mind. What if his mate do leave?

What if she decides to reject him, sever the bond then walk away from him? What would he do then? "I’d kill you." Kai threatened even if he knew it was Impossible.

Laurel wiped the tear that streamed from her eye. She’d really get out of the maid quarters. Darren’s place was nearby anyway.

"Laurel, I’m so..."

"Excuse me." Laurel rushed out of the room. She had to find an escape route. Green Valleys was no longer her home.

Kai whimpered as his mate left. Stefan stood there, the words still on his tongue. "I’m sorry."