My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 47: She Should Not Know II

Kael

"Tight..."

"What?"

"You’re hands. They’re—your grip is too tight," she breathed, shifting uncomfortably and casting an awkward glance at where my arms rested near her shoulders.

I immediately took my hands off. "Sorry. I didn’t mean..."

I paused. I don’t think I had held her that hard.

She absentmindedly rubbed the spots where my hands had been, her eyes sliding away from mine.

I leaned back and folded my legs to sit properly, creating more distance between us. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. "Yes... thank you."

Then her hand slid down the curve of her shoulder, her palm lightly hooking the sagging neckline of her shirt and pulling it down just enough to reveal more of her skin. A faint stream of sweat traced a slow path down the delicate line of her throat. It rose and glided over the frantic flutter of her pulse in her neck and then trailed into her collar bone, before slipping underneath the shirt.

My muscles tensed and a hot rush swept all over me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and dragged a hand over my face, hard, as if I could scrub the image away.

’Stop it. Stop it!’

"What’s wrong?"

The alarm in her tone helped in dispelling the gnawing sensation.

I opened my eyes, watching her in silence for a few moments.

"How did you pull that bag?" I asked, slowly and gentle.

She looked at the sack and then at her hands. "I..." She took in a deep breath and looked me in the eye. "I know it’s different from what Tow taught me..." She rubbed the back of her neck and averted her gaze. "It was a bit difficult trying to implement what she explained. My movements were jerky and I couldn’t properly control it. It was just more... difficult."

She smiled faintly, cradling her fingers on the bag. "And I don’t know how or why, but I think a part of me realised her method did not suite me. Well, clearly since I didn’t have a Lunar Instinct like she did."

Her smile faded and the brief light in her expression dimmed. "I have actually moved things a bit. Just little things. Stones and whatnot before I met you, but it wasn’t her method I used then. I believe I did something like this back then, but it did not work all the time. And it drained me immensely."

She paused and shook her head, her hand dropping to her lap again. "Then again, I can’t clearly remember all that happened those few days after running. My mind was in a haze..." Her frown returned. "Still, I don’t understand. It was after..."

Her mood immediately soured and she clenched and unclenched her fists, lowering her eyes. "After what happened in the inner district," her voice was low as she spoke.

Something unpleasant twisted in my chest.

"Wait—" I reached out, and my hand hovered between us before I caught myself and retracted it.

She shook her head vigorously. "Please, I don’t want to think about it."

Her fingers clutched the bag and a pensive look crossed her features.

I brought my hand back to my chest. "I am sorry for the pain my sister caused you. I mean it. I have spoken to her and—"

"Please... It’s fine," she clipped, her lips pressed tight. She didn’t look at me. "I don’t want to think back on that day."

My chest stung and guilt flooded me with a disgustingly sour feeling.

She was angry.

Hurt.

And she had every right to be.

"About what I did..." she spoke up again, her words trailing in an effort to divert the conversation.

My mind snapped back to the present and I immediately thought over her words. While it did make sense, it felt a bit incomplete. Even if she had tried it while on the brink of death, there was still something missing. How did she suddenly perfect it?

Or did the horror of what my sister put her through force her to breakthrough?

Another wave of crippling guilt washed over me, coupled with disgust towards myself.

Why did I let that happen?

She shifted and I refocused. I had let my mind stray away again.

"Ideally, you shouldn’t be able to..." I started, "Well, it is an innate sensation. Your syzygy that is. I am sure you know Lycans had varying abilities, with telekinesis being one of them. Something we thankfully have information on.

"While Lycans had various methods, there were some best suited to certain abilities. In regards to yours, the Hold is what that method was."

Her eyes widened in subtle surprise. "I did not expect such a simple name."

"The thing is this isn’t something innate you know or realise. Lycans are taught this, even the most skilled ones. In other words, for you to have known about this method, much less understand and actually have been able to get a grasp of it, you had to have learned it somewhere."

A confused frown wrinkled her brows. "How did you know or understand what I did exactly? You have texts detailing the method?"

I looked away. "Yes... It isn’t something Tow could teach you. She is no Lycan. I likely couldn’t teach it to you either. My initial plan was to have her guide you in a way she understood and when I returned, I would have you read the texts and follow the steps while practicing it." I paused, lightly frowning. "Still, this is unprecedented... You are amazing."

"Uh?"

Her baffled little sound made me shift my attention back to her. There was a strange perplexed look on her face I had never seen before, and it left me speechless.

Her lips had parted, eyes went round.

For a very long moment, she didn’t seem to move or breathe.

Then colour rushed into her cheeks all at once, and her pale skin made it all too obvious. It spread down her throat and disappeared into the neckline of her top.

My pulse stuttered.

Her shoulders curled inward and she jerked her gaze down to her lap, and her fingers started to tremble, twisting together so tightly that her knuckles went pale.

"I—I’m not..." she stammered, voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t do anything special. I was just desperate and it... happened."

The sight of her, so flustered, hit me with a numbing jolt that rippled through my body.

Sharp, disarming, and far too potent.

I dragged in a breath, fighting the allure she didn’t even realise she had.