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Chapter 15

15-Make Him Stay In My Room For The Night

“Excuse me?” Helel gulped the food down his throat with difficulty and looked at me.

“I know you felt it too,” I said, watching him frown more.

“Don’t ever say that again,” he hissed, keeping his voice low. His muscles stretched, and his already

buff body looked even more threatening.

“I don’t want to either. It’s not like I am dying to be mates with someone who can’t even protect me,” I

said with a sassy attitude. I must look desperate to instigate him.

“Why do you say such things?” He frowned, obviously an- gry about me always taking a piss on his Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

ability to fight.

“If you hurt me, I’ll hurt you too,” I stated without a delay. If he is going to say hurtful things, I’ll say them

back.

“I’m a chameleon, Helel. I learn and absorb,” I stated, re- calling my mother’s words. She always told

me I could be tamed. My master wants to tame me. But the sad part is, the more I learn from someone,

the more I grow dependent on them.

“Listen, there has to be some kind of misconception here. Maybe your wolf woke up after a long time

and, in utter des- peration, felt the mate bond with me.” He was still trying to find a loophole.

“Ha! My wolf was desperate. But what about your wolf?” I questioned him.

“You know what? I’m not keeping you safe.” He let out a scoff after I’d pissed him off enough.

“It’s okay. I’ll ask Flynn,” It slipped out of my mouth. I can never ask Flynn. He never made me addicted

to him; he never taught me anything. So, not wanting him was easy for me.

“Why would you ask him to come over and stay in the room with you? Didn’t he humiliate you?” Helel

huffed at me, confusing me with his intentions. He didn’t want to protect me, and neither did he like me

asking someone else for help. What does he want?

“When it comes to life, one becomes desperate to live. I’m sure he will be on board to keep me safe,” I

whispered under my breath. I expected him to get jealous and agree to take care of me, but I guess I

was wrong.

“Beatrice! Call anyone you want to sleep in your room. I don’t care,” he fisted the counter and muttered

the words while grabbing the bowl.

I watched him walk away with the bowl and couldn’t say anything else to him. I just hated the fact that I

got to be so desperate and needy, all because I don’t want to be taken away by whoever is coming for

me.

I didn’t feel like cooking; I have never cooked before. So I grabbed a toast and wandered around until I

saw Akin’s study. His door was left open. Something irked me into peek- ing inside.

He wasn’t in the study, so I marched in. His study was more like a mini royal library. So many shelves

and books.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, looking at the beauty of it until my eyes landed on his laptop. There was a report

on the screen with a young girl’s face and her name on the side.

There was a comfortable recliner with an enormous table on the side where the laptop was.

“Gwen!” I almost gasped because I had heard that name from Helel’s lips many times.

“Do you know her?” I didn’t know when Akin arrived, but when I turned around, I saw him leaning

against the open door and staring at me.

I shook my head, “I don’t.”

“Hm!” Akin marched inside and steadily shut down the laptop.

“Why are you in my study, Beatrice?” He asked politely but kept his strict demeanor intact.

“I was getting bored,” I said. He leaned back on the table, his feet stretched out and resting on the

ground ahead.

He was so tall that even when he was in that position, he looked taller than me. And I wasn’t small

either, I was 5 feet 7.

“So you decided to explore my personal space?” He fold- ed his arms over his beautiful blue suit, his

eyes staring at me for answers.

“I like your library.” I felt shy in his presence. I couldn’t even raise my eyes to meet his eyes.

“Then pick a book and leave,” he said calmly. It didn’t sound like he was trying to insult me.

“Really? I can pick any book,” I asked, and he nodded very softly. There was something about his scent

that made me feel at ease. It was so soothing and calming.

“Thank you,” I said, and walked away to the shelves. I picked a thriller genre and walked out of his

office without getting interrupted.

“And Beatrice!” he exclaimed as he followed me to the door, only to rest his hand against it and narrow

his eyes, “Dad called me. He asked me to help you with your studies.”

I was holding the book close to my chest and watching him. It was as if I was expecting him to add

some insult, but he didn’t do that.

“And you are not going to show frustration?” I asked.

“I take the tasks given to me very seriously,” he said with- out a threat in his tone. It was weird because

Helel showed a lot of resistance when he was asked to help me work out.

“But I’m a slacker in school,” I warned him.

“That’s why I’ve been asked to tutor you. Do whatever you have to do before 9 p.m. We will start

tonight,” Akin’s voice was void of any emotions. It was as if I was listening to a robot.

It also surprised me that he was ready to teach me, show- ing no resistance. Or maybe he had

something planned for the night?

“He said he takes his tasks seriously. Does that mean he will get angry whenever I take time to

understand anything?” I sat down on the bed, holding the book and zoning out a little.

It was then that a little thought appeared in my head. Al- though I didn’t want to think about it, the night

only reminded me of looking for a shield.

“Maybe I can make him stay in my room tonight. He can protect me.” I almost didn’t believe those

words escaped my lips.