Chapter 25
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"You gave birth to my son. Why? Even after I rejected you"
His heart was a mess and he thought about that question so many times while looking at her unconscious face for days. Three years had passed and she wasn't alone. She was with his son. She wanted to leave him because of his son, she was willing to take whips from him because she wanted to go to his son.
She just did everything to go to him, he thought she was in love with Hale but she had always mentioned his son saying that she loves him. No wonder why she tried so hard to escape from him. It was always because she was a mother to a little boy.
His heart was hammering against his chest with a great force, he was hurt, hurt because of his ignorance. Why didn't he just talk to her kindly and ask instead of punishing her? Now everything has happened and she cannot even walk properly.
"I'm not like you Ascian, I never wanted to not to have him and especially I didn't hate you so there was no reason for me to abort the child inside of my belly"
Her eyes filled with tears as she spoke, her words were daggers which aimed at his heart straightly. He clenched his jaws and looked into her gorgeous blue eyes. Even though he had hurt her, she had just made him a father giving birth to his son.
Not only did she take care of him greatly, his absence was nothing. She had lived well with her son and no wonder why he feels her love for him has decreased. His own son was the reason and now she loves him more than she ever loved Ascian.
But it doesn't matter to him, he was not angry or jealous. She loves his son and he would gladly accept that he had lost the game for her love. He was furious thinking that she had fallen in love with Hale but his fury was gone and replaced with something strange that he never felt for anyone before.
"You regret Ascian? Regret because you couldn't hold him when he was born in this world?"
He knew she was hurting his feelings by saying that. She wanted to hurt him for what he had done and now she really has a dangerous point to hurt him. He looked into her eyes.
"Did you ever want to come to me?" he asked.
Her tears rolled down from her eyes and she shook her head, making his heart tightened. His lips parted and he was scared that she would say something that could break him. Because the woman in front of him had the ability to control his emotions even if tried so hard not to let her.
"Why should I come to you, Ascian? For hurting me? Or for showing me a fake love?"
"And I was never alone with my son next to me, it was you. It was you who was alone all the time."
His whole body shook violently hearing her. She wasn't alone and she was correct about it but what about him? Was he alone all the time? He had no relatives, no parents and no mate. All he did was use women to cover the absence of her in his life. So she was dangerously right. It was him always alone.
He had suffered for three years what he had done to her, she was innocent and kind to everyone. Suddenly he remembered what his father said years ago when he was a kid. Remembering that remark his heart bled.
'Don't ever hurt feelings of a woman who truly loves you, you will suffer like me. Look at me Ascian, if you ever find a woman and she was pure and only thinks about you, you should just make her yours even if she wasn't your mate. Every mate will not see you as their world'
His eyes turned red and his muscles tightened, remembering what his father said. He was a kid and he didn't understand any of it but now he can understand it. He had told him the truth and now he's suffering.
As his father's mate, his mother never loved him and she was not a pure woman. But the woman who took him with her was pure and loved his father. His father suffered because he hurt her feelings. That's why his father warned him but he did the same thing.
He forgot what his father said and this is the first time he recalled it. Mirela was a pure girl when she came to him, he made her a woman and just threw her away without a thought. So for hurting her, he suffered.
He clenched his fists and looked at Mirela who was looking at him with tear filled eyes. Raising his arm he slowly caressed her smooth face. She was gorgeous and there was no woman just to camper her. Wiping her tears, he lowered his head before capturing her lips.
He was hurt and he needed something to heal himself and he knew only she could do that, he kissed her like the first day he did. She was the woman who he gave his first kiss and his first time as a man.
Even if he was twenty five years old he never touched a woman and he wasn't interested in it. But she barged into his life suddenly and changed everything. He closed his eyes and wrapped his one arm around her waist. Then moved closer to her as he deepened the kiss.
Then he felt she was placing her hands on his chest and kissing him back, her delicate hands slowly moved upwards through his chest and wrapped around his neck. He chuckled against the kiss and deepened the kiss even more.
Kissing her was something he always loved, when he kissed her he had a feeling inside of him and he couldn't understand what that was. He caressed her naked waist and then moved his hands upwards. He suddenly stopped as he felt her wounds.
His heart tightened and he pulled himself back and looked at her, there was a thin line of their mix saliva connected to their mouths. She looked at him and waited for a while before looking away. Then she grabbed the towel and covered herself.
"Please, take me. I need to see him"
She muttered. Then he nodded at her and carried her out of the washroom and walked into the dressing room. Placing her on the cushioned stool, he opened the wardrobe and watched her dresses. Then he took out a long dark blue long frock which had a square neckline with straps.
Walking towards her, he gave it to her and looked at her. Then she looked at him and bit her lower lip. He chuckled and grabbed a bra inside of the wardrobe and helped her to wear it.
"Take one without straps"
She said shyly and he forced his laugh back because of her face. She was blushing but yet she didn't want him to know that she was shy.
