My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 101: Aftermath

Violet

I woke up with a throbbing ache between my legs.

The moment I tried to sit up, the soreness flared sharply, leading to a stabbing pain in my back. I winced and laid back down looking up at the ceiling.

My face flushed as the night’s memory crashed over me in vivid detail.

I pulled the covers over my face and groaned, trying to get rid of the troublesome thoughts. The ache persisted and I sighed, remembering a small detail.

Had he kept going even after I passed out?

The thought should have horrified me, but instead I felt stunned. Baffled. And strangely amazed by my own body’s capacity to endure what had happened last night.

And it felt so good...

Then a slight panic set in.

My hand flew to my stomach, pressing against the soft fabric of whatever he’d dressed me in. I hadn’t used what his sister gave me and he had finished in me a few times.

Just as the disturbing thoughts started to filter in and disrupt the peaceful moment, for some reason I recalled drinking something...

I blinked, trying to remember.

How many times did I even pass out?

My pulse thrummed under my skin. The thick sticky liquid he had fed me through a kiss. I pressed my lips tight. Why did he even give it to me like that?

My cheeks started to sting as I recalled details about it. I remembered the similar sweetness of the concoction, and the way his tongue had made me swallow every drop.

He had thought of it even when I hadn’t remembered.

My hands remained on my stomach, trying to calm the nervous flutter there.

I reached out with my senses, searching for his presence in the room, needing some kind of anchor after everything that had happened.

Nothing.

The absence hit me harder than expected, a hollow feeling spreading through my chest that felt almost like... sadness?

But then his energy suddenly appeared close. So close it made me start. As if he had materialised right outside his quarters.

The door opened and when he entered, every bit of composure I thought I had shattered instantly.

I couldn’t look at him.

Irritated, I stared at the rumpled sheets on my lap, hyperaware of every sound he made as he moved closer. The barely audible fall of his footsteps. The quiet rustle of fabric. The way the air seemed to shift with his presence.

"How are you feeling?" His voice was gentle, careful in a way that made my chest ache.

"Sore," I admitted quietly, still unable to meet his eyes. "Really sore."

In an instant, he was here.

I hadn’t even seen him move, but suddenly his hand was cradling the back of my neck and tilting my face up to meet his. My eyes squeezed shut reflexively.

He chuckled and I immediately felt embarrassed.

"I’m sorry about that," he murmured, and I felt his mouth was on mine before I could respond.

It was soft, tender, and reminded me a lot like the kiss back at the estate before I followed Ila to the outer district. When he pulled away, his hands guided me gently back down into the pillows, easing me into a reclined position with such careful attention that made my face flush even hotter.

I opened my eyes to find him looking away slightly. There was a small discomfort reflected on his face.

"I pushed you too far. I should have—" He stopped and sighed, seeming to struggle with his words. He then briefly closed his eyes. "I should have stopped sooner."

I remained silent, not knowing what to say.

What was I even supposed to say in this situation?

"The hunt starts in two days," he continued after a moment, his voice shifting into something more controlled. "We had to speed up the event due to a coming eclipse which is bound to happen in three days." He finally looked at me, and the gentle bliss in his eyes nearly stunned me. "I’ll be leaving within the hour and won’t be back until tomorrow evening."

"Oh..." I sounded disappointed and immediately got annoyed by it.

It wasn’t like he was going to be gone forever.

He moved to one of the tables connected to the wall and picked up a tray of food I hadn’t noticed before from there. He brought it to the bed and set it carefully on the mattress right beside me within easy reach.

"Wa—wait..." I blurted out and he paused, staring at me. I glanced at my stomach, my hand still on it underneath the covers. "The... your sister gave me a contraceptive. I was supposed to have taken it a few hours before—"

He smiled faintly. "I gave you some to drink last night. The timing doesn’t necessarily matter as long as it is hours before or after."

The information brought me a bit of relief and I relaxed.

"I know it might be difficult for you to move for a while, but please, get some rest."

He leaned down and kissed me again. This time, on my forehead.

My lips slightly tipped in a wry smile and I couldn’t help but say, "You’re treating me like a baby."

He chuckled again and his eyes seemed to light up. I stilled. I hadn’t seen him like that before.

He took a deep breath and stood up, still smiling. He glanced at me one more time before turning to leave.

"I’ll be back."

The door closed quietly behind him.

I stared at it for a long moment, feeling the weight of his absence settle over the room. Then, slowly, I sank deeper into the covers and pulled them up over my head, hiding from the morning light and fresh air filtering through the open balcony... along with the confusing tangle of emotions inside me.

A sharp sting shot up my spine and I frowned at the annoying consequence of what had happened last night.

This was ridiculous, why did he have to continue?