My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 63: Departure II

Violet

When we emerged from the forest surrounding the estate, to the outskirts of the inner district, the first thing that snared my attention was the large object in front of us. It was enormous, almost as big as the small hut I used to live in. It was made of dark polished wood, with simple intricate carvings of wolves in the middle of a hunt covering its surface.

The wheels at the bottom made me realise it was likely a transportation device different from the wagons I had seen around.

I had never seen anything like this in the inner district

And did it have to be this big?

"Give me a few minutes," Ila murmured beside me and approached the group of wolves beside the device. Some of them were in their wolf form, and the others were engrossed in a deep conversation with Ila.

My gaze drifted to the flurry of activity from the area. More wolves were moving about, and a lot of them were carrying around supplies.

A deep growl made me go still, and I slowly turned towards the direction of the sound.

I wasn’t sure why, but my legs also moved, and I inched closer along the side of the wooden device until I saw the large creature harnessed to the vehicle.

I froze, holding my breath.

The animal was almost as large as what it was attached to. Its body was covered in thick, dark, overlapping scales that lightly shimmered under the sunlight. Much like a snake, but the scales were far larger.

It had four powerful legs ending in clawed feet that dug into the earth with each shift of weight. And its head was long and reptilian, with a crest of small horns running from its scaly brows to the back of its skull. Vertical slits made up its eyes, which blinked slowly as it waited with surprising patience.

A long, thick tail swayed behind it, and I slowly started to retreat my steps, not wanting to attract its attention.

I knew different regions would have creatures I had never seen before, but this one was unsettling.

And it looked dangerous.

Very dangerous.

I drew closer to the group Ila conversed with, my heart raging in my chest while I tried to stifle my shock.

What was that?!

I scanned the group Ila talked to, trying to take my mind off the hideous creature I had just seen when my eyes caught on one figure standing slightly apart from the others.

He looked young, probably close to my age, and had sharp green eyes that were currently fixed directly on me. His face was hard, angular, and he looked like he would have been handsome if not for the ugly red scar that ran along his jaw. A vicious, jagged line that looked like it had been ripped open rather than cut.

My pulse slowed and a heavy feeling settled in my stomach from his stare.

He did not hide his cold, open hostility.

I quickly looked away, my heart rate dropping even more.

A cold sweat washed over me.

No one had ever looked at me with such hatred in a long time.

It was completely different from the disdain I was used to.

The same hostile gaze burned into me even though I was no longer looking at him. My shoulders tensed involuntarily and the bag I was carrying suddenly felt heavy.

’Don’t look. Don’t acknowledge it.’

But my traitorous eyes flicked back to him anyway.

He was still staring, his jaw, scarred and twisted, clenched tight. The hatred in his expression was so raw it made my stomach turn.

I lightly frowned, confused. For some strange reason, I had the feeling the hatred had nothing to do with me being an Omega.

What had I even done to earn that look? I had never even seen him before.

I forced myself to turn away completely, my fingers tightening their hold on the straps of my bag.

"Violet?"

My neck nearly snapped as I jerked my head to find Ila standing close to the vehicle.

She paused at my reaction and the pleasantness on her face was replaced with a blank look. She wordlessly looked back at the group.

He was no longer looking at me.

Ila sighed and a small apologetic smile returned to her lips. She gestured towards the device. "We should get going."

I immediately nodded, grateful for the excuse to move.

She pulled open the door at the side and first took the bag from me, jumping into the device with it and placing it somewhere before coming back to the entrance to help me climb in.

I stared for a moment. The interior had cushioned benched seats facing each other and a small window on the other side of the wall.

I climbed in carefully, and settled onto one of the benches. Ila followed behind me, closing the door before also sitting down.

A moment later, the vehicle lurched gently into motion.

"Are you comfortable?" Ila asked, arranging the skirt of her dress around her.

I stared blankly at her for a moment, the heavy feeling still lingering in my stomach as I thought back to that horrible look.

Should I bring that up with her?

She seemed to have noticed.

"Yes," I cleared my throat and answered.

I could bring up the man later, I didn’t want to spend another second thinking about that look.

I looked around the interior. The cushioned bench was soft, and the walls and roof seemed to have some sort of leather padding. It looked luxurious.

"This is a carriage."

I turned to Ila to find her staring at me. She didn’t smile, but her eyes were gentle.

She continued, "They are a common mode of transportation in the outer district of the capital, and other larger territories."

"It’s beautiful," I murmured, glancing down at the seating.

I frowned.

’Would it truly be wise not to mention him?’

"Please, don’t bother yourself about Corin’s behaviour. I will deal with him when we arrive at our destination."

I snapped my head up, my eyes widening.

What?