Chapter 9

Noah black

I went to my castle almost like a dreamy teenage boy happy because I have announced officially to everyone and to Bella's parents that she is my mate. Yes, I was twenty years old, but I wasn't that kind of teenager. I was a responsible crown prince with many supernatural powers working my ass at noon till night for the pack and my people's sake. So my duties were above all. I didn’t hurt anyone before or judged anyone unfairly. I always used the law and policies.

But deep inside, I knew why Bella was afraid to give us a chance. She looked lowly at herself even so she had good self-esteem of who she is. But maybe she just listened to others' talks about me, and yes, all those rumors were true except I didn't force anyone, and I didn't make the first move to hurt anyone.

Except her, to be honest— Our first meeting wasn’t that good, I undoubtedly admitted. But maybe because of the strong heartbeats that made me confused and nervous back then.

That noon, I skipped the kingdom's meetings, asking my father to let me sleep early.

Sure, I wasn't that kind of guy who goes into a deep sleep before 7 pm, but I just wanted to lock myself in my room and go back with my day's memory with my luna.

I took off my clothes and laid my body feeling refreshed and loved like a normal werewolf who has a heart. I placed her cell phone next to me, and I just scrolled down in her pictures, hoping to find any for her.

I missed her, and I wanted to see her face in front of me. I wanted to keep her picture on my cell phone.

But of course, I was an idiot; she was blind and had no friends, so why would she take pictures of her own?! She will never be able to see such pictures.

Which actually painfully squeezed my heart because of her case. I didn’t mind her being blind, but I felt sorry for her not seeing the beautiful world around her.

I fell asleep later after a few hours and honestly dreamed of her. Not in a nasty sexual dream, though, but in a very nice dream. Our wedding ‘mating ceremony’ I imagined her dress and the way she looked next to me. I even felt the kiss and the taste of her lips as if it was real.

Everything was going great until I woke up in the middle of the night on a peep of a Bella cellphone. I hesitated at the beginning, I didn’t like to break her privacy, but then I convinced myself that she is my mate and I should know everything about her.

I grabbed the cellphone to see who was calling her at such a late time. But I only discovered it was a text message. I opened it, and I almost whined in pain when I started reading this ‘I missed you today, I love you.’ and that was it!

I rubbed my eyes and hopped off the bed, fuming in anger back and forth in my room. I even pinched my face to see if it was a dream illusion or not. And no, I imagined it. I grabbed the cell phone again and read the same text, and yes, someone sent her that text from an unknown number.

But she was blind for god sake! I guess it was just the wrong number.

But the same number has called several times, and every time I answer ‘hello.’ he just hangs up the call!

I searched on her cell phone contact list to see who the caller was and saved. I thought he was someone playing around with me to get on my nerves and make me jealous or something.

But I found out it was saved under the name dave! Fuck dammit! She has a relationship with someone else, and she didn’t tell me! That’s why she kept telling me to leave her alone and forget about her?!

I have gone insane and started to call her on the new cell phone I have handed to her, but she rejected all my calls bitterly.

I wore my clothes immediately, losing my temper and almost running down the stairs ignoring everyone around me. Huffing and puffing, then jumped inside my car and raced the speed to the full till I reached her house park.

I halted the car and banged like crazy on the house's door; I didn't care if her parents or Bella were sleeping or not. I didn’t think at all at that time.

I only wanted an honest explanation from her. I didn’t think of her like other whores! And on the contrary, I felt like rushing our mating ceremony.

I intended at that moment to only mark her and make her mine! I won’t let anyone take her from me.

Her dad opened the door with a dumbfounded face covering him— I didn’t wait to say anything, I just climbed the stairs without permission rudely as if it was my house or as if I was attacking a killer in his cave.

I barged into her room and yelled at her, “why didn't you pick up my calls?”

She slowly freed her eyes and rolled her body in the bed then said coldly, “get out, Noah! And I'm free to pick up your calls or not. I’m not your slave.”

I clutched my hair angrily, losing my temper, then I gripped her arm aggressively repeating my question in another way “did you neglect my calls because of that one named Dave? What does that mean? That you have toyed with me? Then why did you let me kiss you? Do you love him?” I bombarded her with questions she was struggling to get an answer for.

She nodded boldly and in a confident tone, “yes, sure. I do love him, and I didn't force you to kiss me. Now get out of my house and out of my life.”

I roared, ignoring her bitter tone and her words and asked her sternly, emphasizing every word coming out of my mouth, “who is Dave?”

And that when I heard someone by the door stepping slowly, “I’m dave!”

Fuck dammit! I’m screwed.