SILVER-HEART
Chapter 88: His For The Taking, His To Protect

Chapter 88: His For The Taking, His To Protect

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William concentrated his entire gaze on confused brown ones, the color prominent because of the sun ray reflecting in the chambers.

She’s here on his lap like the petite creature she is... captivating and adorable and he can’t get enough of her. Her frame, eyes, her soft gentle voice resembled that of a child but had maturity traits, it was like a smooching melody to his ears.

His anger has long depleted after he connected with it through her in his own way. The incident that happened caused something unknown to snap within him and before he knew it, he had lost his mind and heart to his beast... earning wrath. For the past month, he was driven in a state that seemed to be a void and the scene replayed in his head over and over again.

With the heart-wrenching sight of her being eaten alive by pixies, little creatures he took the liberty of wiping out their entire race... he knew what he did was considered drastic, to forcefully removed an entire race from the map, to erase their very existence and the knowledge the realms have of them but he didn’t care.

It was pure satisfaction to see them granulate into a pile of blood, they deserved it for touching his fairy and doing such cruelty to her body, no one gets to touch her innocence and light... not even he was worthy of it even though the strong urge to taint her was overwhelming.

Healing her with his blood took a heavy toll on him, but he didn’t care, he didn’t might his broken skin and blood constantly following out of him... his blood held special magic capable of only healing his mate. He made sure every piece of her flesh was back to normal, made sure all marks or scars would not remain... so that it would not be a trigger, he made sure every single thing was erased.

If there were to be a mark on her body, it should be HIS... not those filthy creatures that took something that was only meant for him.

Her voice... hells her voice brought him back from the void of anger and pain, he didn’t know how to control that dominant part of him that came out because of the trigger of seeing her hurt. He has always known how to deal with the fox part of him... not the other. The other part of him was awakening every single day he spent with her... it was almost like she was calling to his two natures all at once.

He has never got the chance to experience two conflicting natures... which is why he focuses solely on his Fox side. He knew it has to do with the mate bond... knitting and building a connection between them... that is why he concluded her hot aura began more frequently whenever she was driven by intense emotions... it was because of him, they were both triggering a part of themselves that laid dominant. The stronger it becomes... the more the connection gets deeper.

How deep?

William has a theory that this will cause why there is a mystery behind her tattoo, he was certain their growing connection can find its meaning as well as the prophecy.

The connection will reveal all...

But how long before he succumbs to his own hunger? It keeps evolving into something that was slowly becoming a mindless battle for him when he sat by her side all through the night watching her sleep... his eyes kept flicking from black to green, and his fangs kept getting elongated than their normal size, craving to break her skin and rival in the pleasure of tasting her as he thrust his length into her and take her in the relentless way possible until every tint of her soul was his.

Blood lust

Lust

Two things conflicted into an explosion ready to break every defense he has built, every control... like he said the connection was building between them and his hunger was increasing...

Even now with her in his arms... it was agony. It was foolish of him to crave her blood when she was in such a drastic state, the scent of her blood wrapped the entire forest, wrapping it in a blood mist, that was what fueled his anger, the thought of others taking a whiff of it drove him to madness.

Even now he remained aggravated about it, but he tried to remain calm as best as possible. He was that good at masking his emotions, but he wasn’t so sure about his hunger... the craving.

Hells the craving!

His eyes descended on her pink plump lips, the hunger grew, the need to taste her, touch... it was too strong, the addiction he was gradually having with her was constantly burning, his obsession is getting out of hand, and was he one of turning a blind eye to it?

"Why are you making me lose my mind?"

He was certain his abrupt words would make her more confused, but this was him baring his everything to her, he was a man of knowledge and he knew his way with words but interpreting feelings were the hardest, there wasn’t a feeling to interpret in the first place.

But with her? He can only rely on his actions and they were not the purest, his tainting has begun.

A gasp left her when her back dropped to the bed and he was on top of her, her eyes wide with the innocence he wanted to take and at the same time protect.

His for his taking

His to protect

The irony of it... he took in everything that was laid before him, a rare sight he doesn’t want so rare anymore, her flushed cheeks that added color to her delicate skin, her spread-out brown eyes that looked slightly amber in the bright sunlight, her pink plump lips that seduce him and calls to him to ravish until they were red and swollen under his gaze. Her annoyingly fast beating heartbeat was like a melody and a call to his soul.

Annoying but soothing to his soul, because it is what makes her alive. So it is peace to him.