From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Chapter 138

I don’t know if it’s instinct or something else, but it almost feels like invisible threads are pulling me. With every step I take away from the people, the pain in my chest eases–but doesn’t vanish. I look around, wondering if I should return to the party or seize the chance to go to Elara, until a familiar scent reaches my nose. I stop–or rather, freeze completely. My neck slowly turns toward the door beside me. I feel the source is behind it I touch the handle. It could be just my imagination or maybe they moved Elara again.. but something tells me no. This is different. I’ve had a feeling ever since I heard her voice whispering my name in my head.

With determination, I break the agony and open the door. The world tilts on its axis when I see the blood–red dress and the person wearing it. My eyes meet Elara’s in the mirror. Saying she’s beautiful would be an insult. The word doesn’t even come close.

“You’re awake,” I say, unable to form more words.

She doesn’t i

Turn. She just watches me through the mirror. Her hair is styled in a low bun, with some curls framing her face. I let myself be surprised for a moment by the platinumn–gray color. She wears a tiara and a diamond necklace gripped tightly in her hand.

How““lask, stepping forward and quickly closing the door. “How did you wake up?”

“I don’t have to answer your questions”

Her voice sounds familiar and yet not. It has a harder, wiser, more determined tone. The

e rustle of her dress as she turns is the only sound in the room. I til my head and study her without hiding my curiosity and awc.

“If you think that being his feeder makes you any less mine, you’re wrong. Elara. I take another step forward. “Tell me how did you come back?”

“Is it true?” she snaps, ignoring my question. “Is what Ciro told me true?”

“Ciro tells many lies, little wildcat I don’t know which one of them is

s upsetting you.”

She twists her face in disgust, clenching her fists tightly at her sides. Her erratic breathing makes her breasts rise temptingly from the dress’s neckline. When she sees in my eyes what my lips don’t say, she takes a step back, widening the distance my feet want to close.

“You told me I was the first.” I frown, not understanding. “You said I was the first human you touched, the first you kissed: you lied.”

“What dad he tell you?”

“You’re not denying it,” she says in a whisper.

She ukes another step back, as if I’d just pushed her. Her gaze is accusatory.

“I didn’t lie,” I say, choosing my words carefully. “You’re the first human fever brought to my bed voluntarily. Whatever version Ciro gave you, know that it’s just another of his tricks.”

Her laugh, though insincere, awakens dormant feelings in me.

“Tricks?” She raises an eyebrow. “Do you really think I’m that stupid?”

reasons for hating your kind.

“Stupid is something I’ve never thought of you.” This time, when I move closer, she doesn’t step away. “You know my rease Do you think I’d la go of them so easily for a humant”

slowly, a wolfish grin spreads across my lips.

s to let my fingers graze the curve of her exposed–collarbone. “Hesides, we’re beyond desire,

“Durling, you know you’re not.” I take enough steps to let

I know she doesn’t want me to see how my touch affects her. Her jaw muscle trembles from how hard she clenches her teeth.

“When I found out about Neera’s intentions, I seduced her. I made her believe I wanted her so I could get close and gain her trust. I killed her and made u look like weld shared a bed. I thought her betrayal would outweigh mine that way. That’s the truth. That’s what happened. I don’t know

version he gave you, but this one is mine”

Her wild scent wraps around me, drives me mad. I just want to bury my face in her neck and engrave every cell of my being with her scent and the feel of her nearby, I swallow the saliva flooding my mouth.

“Tud you hisa ber?” The question leaves her lips weakly.

you here”

the closed door. “I think you better go before someone had you

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Chapter 138

“You’re not being rational. We’ve just found each other after everything and you just

“I don’t want to be rational.”

“Are you angry with me?

“No,” she says, unconvincing “I’m just being cautious.”

“You’ve never been cautious.” I smile. “If you were, you’d never have let me taste you,”

“Did I ever have another choice?” she replies, shaking her head. “Leave, Cassian.”

I plant my feet on the ground, refusing to move an inch from her. Not now. Not until we have a real conversation–not this meaningless crap.

“I need to earn your forgiveness. Is that it?” My fingers move fast and I catch her hand, cold to the touch beneath mine. “What do you want from me. Elara?”

“Nothing. Leave, Cassian, you’ll cause trouble.”

“What do you want, Elara”

Silence swallows us whole, suffocates us. My fingers slide to intertwine with hers, and I pull her to me. Our foreheads touch, and for a second, I see her vulnerability in its purest, rawest form. I drink in her image while she dives into my eyes. It feels like it’s been a century since we were this close. I almost miss the shift in the atmosphere, under the spell of the strong, steady pulse pounding in her neck. Her scent intensifies, her eyes turn the pales shade of gray, and the edge of her fangs peeks below her upper lip, pricking the lower one. I don’t see pain in her face- see unwavering determination and the dark gleam of sweet revenge.

“Kneel”