SILVER-HEART
Chapter 125: Cravings

Chapter 125: Cravings

"Yes, but partly"

She nodded and William kept his gaze on her, she was actually speaking to him, although it was actually based on her curiosity, he heard her voice.

It meant everything

"Partly?"

He dropped his book on the table and leaned back on the chair. "I’m part Vampire and part fox, according to Basker my mentor, my father is a vampire god and my mother is a half goddess so that makes me a-"

"Demigod"

"Yes" he nods, her expression turned to one of inquisitiveness once again, he can’t read the rest of her emotions, she just kept it neutral.

She folded her arms leaning back on the chair and William tried not to level his gaze at her peaking breast.

’This is a talk, William’ he mentally told himself, but he was finding it hard to concentrate the moment her sweet tiny voice resonated in his ears.

"Mate" she began again. "A mate... is a soulmate to a supernatural being that involves a magical, biological, or other contrivance that determines the romantic pairings... compelled by fate to be together, it is also a blessing. It began when the first gods came to be and blessed their descendants with a fated partner, that was when the soulmate began in every realm, a coupling of two joined as one until eternity do they apart, a most common thing in the magical world"

"Yes"

"You said I’m your mate"

"Yes"

He noticed her chest rose and fell, something was affecting her and he couldn’t quite tell what, she leaned off her seat. "As a vampire either partly when the first taste of her mate blood hit their appetite it gets like an addiction, subjecting themselves to only one blood type for eternity"

William says nothing this time and only watches her.

"Is that why you’re pale?" her next question was a mere whisper.

He gulped. "Ava"

She suddenly sat up abruptly and his heart sank when he knew she would walk away but instead, she came right towards him keeping her expression plane stopping right by his side. He searched her eyes for anything at all but she wasn’t giving anything off.

She stretched her wrist to him and he raised an eyebrow. "You’re obviously hungry so I cannot decline can I?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you doing this to satisfy my hunger or is this solely what you’re forcing upon yourself"

"It does not matter" She looked to the side. "It sustains you and-"

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him and she gasped, her other hand resting on the table for support.

This was it!

"I’m not a beast you come to satisfy, I can contain my hunger and urges. If you are doing this because you have to not because you want it then tell me... how the fuck am I supposed to appeal to that?"

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My body did nothing but betray me right now, his hand around my wrist wasn’t helping. I haven’t felt William’s touch in a whole month and right now it felt like something was on fire.

Maybe my body?

I haven’t spoken to him in the past month, I couldn’t even look at him without reigning in anger and pain, I barely slept too but yet I forced myself to eat or I might get sick, and I do not want that, the mere crying has done enough to me. It felt like I was enveloped by darkness like my heart was too the moment I sorted the truth from him and I got the answer I was afraid to get.

William indeed subjected me to my fate years ago, he’s the reason I spent half of my life in torment and hell. I cannot forgive him for that no matter what, he even went as far as wiping his own memory, and to what end?

Ugh!

I tried pulling my grip away from him but it remained still on mine and his orbs holding anger and I mirrored his expression.

"Let me go", it was a silent request.

"You still haven’t answered my question," he said in a simple tone.

His voice... I haven’t heard it in a long time and I’m now a slave to it, I don’t like it. I want to hate him... I can’t stop thinking about that memory, how he left him saying it was my destiny, verbally telling me it would be cruel, why? I want to cry again but I will not.

"It is your appetite," I said only.

William randomly left books upon books on my desk each passing day, at first I just wanted to ignore them but they kept piling and there was barely enough space on my desk and so he succeeded in buying my attention, most especially with the small notes on them. My curiosity overwhelmed me, books about all magical things before me.

I learned many things

It was really not my intention to question him, I just wanted to eat and leave but it was killing me, mostly because when I found out that William might be a vampire and it turned out he is... and his taste for blood, and because I’m his mate too. I haven’t gotten a good look at him until now, he looked... pale, and tired even almost like he hasn’t paused from work or anything at all, there were faint bags under his eyes too. Being a demi-god might be superior but he must get tired and mostly because of the fact he needs my blood.

I’m worried about him

But I won’t show it, I’m angry and I am hurt about everything and my head was still storming with relentless questions and mostly to find out who I am. But seeing my husband like he was at the edge of a cliff, seeing him smile when I spoke to him gave a squeeze to my chest, a good squeeze.

I don’t like it

I have to hate him, I have to show him how much he has broken me, a simple memory has drifted us apart, a memory I didn’t want to be true and yet it was.

It hurts

"Fine then, I do want you to bite me and not because you have to"