Sold by my Alpha, bought by my Mate Chapter 58: Suspicions

Mildred

The castle had settled down, reparations were being made, and the wounded had begun to recover. Constantine had already gone back to his activities, while I watched the rest of them gather most of the time.

I knew that Jeremiah and Ava thought the same thing that Asher and I did, that Randall was involved somehow, but it was hard to prove.

Mine was just an idea and Asher's was just a dream, it was very hard to explain. The king must have been in a very difficult position and didn't want to act so drastically against my alpha.

"I don't know what these creatures are, miss. I must confess that I have already seen your drawing and done some research. If you make others... Would you share them with me? Especially if you have more details..." he asked me.

"Of course, and you can keep them all..." I said.

I, being the third wheel in this problem, was not supposed to be involved in the official meetings, nor did I like being close to the king, who looked at me as if I were a cockroach.

But even with all that had happened... I felt a bit more protected here. Does that make sense? Maybe because I knew that Asher... would take care of me with everything he had.

I knew the attacks wouldn't go unpunished, and whether Randall was involved or not, Jeremiah and Ava would spend several nights in a row doing inspections outside the castle, trying to find an explanation and proves and also helping improve the safety.

I hung around waiting for Asher to come out of these meetings; fortunately, I was spending more time with him since Randall had strangely taken time off to tend to his pack.

He spent a lot of time in his room, and I heard some voices, but I didn't know if he was meeting with someone else or what was going on.

Sometimes I hung out with Duncan, who also seemed lonely and lost. I knew that part of his discomfort was due to Ava spending too much time with the vampire.

The Beta wanted her, maybe more. They no longer joked or flirted, but if he followed her or talked to her, she would run away.

"I don't think there's anything going on between them...you know, Ava and Jeremiah," I told him and he smiled.

"She'd have every right...she's a free woman," he said sadly, and I knew he didn't mean it. It was strange, I had never seen a wolf so enchanted with a woman who was not his mate, chosen or not.

"Ava, is stubborn...but she knows how to listen...she would understand what you have to say to her," I said. He obviously wanted to communicate with her, but my friend wouldn't let him.

"Maybe I will...thank you, Luna," he said and it seemed like he meant it.

Suddenly I felt like someone was watching me, but when I turned around I didn't see anything. I walked through several corridors looking... but I found nothing.

"There you are. I finally found you. I'm back..." Asher said to me suddenly as he looked out and without saying anything else, he carried me and took me to his room.

I didn't really complain about Randall being away from everyone... because it meant I could spend more time with Asher, with whom I felt safer and .... loved.

"Are you okay? You have a weird look on your face..." he asked me when we got to his room and I sighed.

"I don't know, lately I feel like someone is watching me, or like someone in the castle is spying on me. I know most of the Omegas and the workers, and they don't pay much attention to me. I don't know if these are my ideas..." I said.

"I'm sure no one means you any harm...anyway, I'll protect you," he said, taking off my clothes little by little until I was down to my underwear.

I was getting more and more comfortable being scantily dressed around him. Especially since it meant that his intense caresses would be coming soon... and I loved the idea.

Wolves were very free when it came to their bodies and sexuality... while I was still afraid of disappointing him, of not being what he expected.

My body was not perfect like theirs, plus the scars and horrors of my past. But... he seemed to think otherwise.

"You are beautiful..." he said, looking at me with devotion, as if I were something unattainable, and running his fingers all over my body.

He pulled me close, smelling my neck and caressing me gently, I gasped, and my breath caught as I put my hands on his chest. Then he pulls one of his t-shirts over me, he loves to do that, and lies down on the bed, holding me close.

"You know our wolves are begging us to mate with our mates, we both want you so badly..." he says whispering in my ear as he kisses my neck.

I couldn't even answer, I just gasped when I felt his hands on my legs. Even though it seemed like he was just going to do that, a few sweet caresses to tease me and nothing more.

"But you know what I want more than anything else? This... to have you like this, every day of my life. To call you my mate and my Luna, that you have my mark on this beautiful fine neck..." he said, caressing it, following the fine marks that still remained from that terrible necklace.

"Every day..." I repeated, imagining it.

Not stay in a place where I would be hated or afraid. Just to be with him all the time, to enjoy his caresses, to return to his strong arms whenever I wanted. It seemed... fabulous.

All I had to do was wait for the damn eclipse, and in the meantime I was to spend a day with Randall.

But when I arrived, the door was closed and I overheard a conversation. Was he talking to himself again?

"Yes, that's what you have to tell them...that we have more merchandise, better than the last time, but we're going to be slow getting it. We have a problem to solve, and we need more allies..."

Is he talking about reopening the bar? He promised me he wouldn't. When I suddenly felt someone looking at me again, I turned around trembling and didn't manage to see anything again.

And yet, I clearly felt someone pushing me, and I fell so stupidly forward. My knees were bleeding, and I was gasping for breath.

"What happened, my little dove?" Randall came out of his room and carried me inside. I shivered.

"I don't know, I... I think someone pushed me."

"You must have stumbled, little one..." he said, caressing my neck. Suddenly I saw his room differently... I had the strange impression that someone else had been here.

Is it just me or do I really see something? How can I explain to the others what I am experiencing if I have no proof?