Goddess’s Design His Fated Mate

Chapter 48

Reuben

With a sleeping Willow sitting in my lap, I leaned back against the cold wall of the kitchen that I had slid down in surprise, my gaze never tearing away from her innocent face.

‘She only loved me and would die only hating me‘

My heart drummed in my chest. I did not know whether I should be happy or sad. Happy that she loved only me and would not give even a chance to any other men. Or should I be sad that for her, me and my love were a painful part of her past. One that she would hate until her last breath…

Our kiss from the previous night crossed my mind and I hugged her tightly. “Willow, please don’t hate me, I mind–linked her even though she was sleeping. I just wanted her forgiveness but I knew I had a long way to go before I was granted absolution. My sins were not something that could be easily brushed aside but I did not want to give up otherwise I could lose Willow forever.

Walter sat across from me on the cold floor with a lit cigarette as he watched me the entire time.

“You seem to have a lot of regrets in life,” he slowly pointed out. Refused to reply or even glance at him. “It reminds me of the day that I first saw her.”

When he said that I raised my eyes to look at him. He blew out a puff of smoke, his eyes were fixed on Willow as he began telling the story of what had transpired six years ago.

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‘I had been born to kill werewolves. I had been born to kill them, to crush them under my heel without mercy or regret. That’s how I lived and I loved it. Blood and death had become an integral part of my life where I found peace and pleasure. That’s how I was raised, it was how I had spent twenty six years of my life, and how I believed I was going to continue on until my dying breath. Until the fateful day that my eyes fell on her.

The she–wolf that I was never meant to meet in this life. 

A beautiful figure sitting alone in a classroom, engrossed in drawing something in her sketchbook.

king all lonely yet extremely innocent. She looked like a life that was borned to be cherished. Seeing her felt like prior to that moment I had accomplished nothing in life, that all along I had been missing something. She unknowingly challenged my own feelings that I always believed to be satisfaction and pleasure. My heart tingled with this feeling, I came to the realization I was attracted to her. The attraction disgusted me. I was lost for a moment, to the point that I just wanted to get rid of her immediately.

"Hey," lifting her chin with the tip of my silver knife, I force her to look into my eyes. She was so lost in her drawing that she had not noticed my approach. Her drawing hand paused over her sketchbook. As soon as our eyes met, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her beautiful blue eyes that were fearless despite having someone use a dagger to lift her chin. Could it be that she was pretending to be brave? How could there be a werewolf that was not afraid of silver?

"How dare you enter my territory," I raised my eyebrow. She blinked long lashes as she continued to stare at me. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen but knew that her innocent face was just hiding a monster. A threat to all humans.

"I believe this college is not situated in hunter territory," she calmly spoke, never making any attempt to pull her exposed throat away from the knife.

"This entire country falls under my territory." I whispered, leaning closer to her face emphasizing the danger as I glared into her eyes, "including this fashion school where I sit on the trustee board."

"So what?" She raised a defiant eyebrow at me.

I could not help but chuckle at seeing this woman' audacity, she was arguing with me when I could jab this knife through her throat at any moment.

"A werewolf has no place in my territory. Seeing you are new here, I am giving you a chance to flee before I change my mind and dig your grave right here," I glared down at her then added, "Get the fuck out of here and never let me see your face again."

"I am not going anywhere," she countered, surprising me for a second.

"Care to repeat that so I can seal your fate?" I slid the blade slightly further under her chin, letting her know the danger she was in, if she was mistaken about her current situation.

"I have paid my tuition fees to attend this college. I am here only to study and mind. my own business. I don't see any reason to withdraw from school," as she spoke, her fearless eyes never looked away from mine. Her boldness stole what little patience that I had left when dealing with this she- wolf. She was not scared of me. How dare she look me in the eye?!

I violently grabbed hair and yanked her closer to my face, "Fuck off before I...

I abruptly paused when the scarf that she had been wearing over her chest slid down, revealing her large pregnant belly.

I was so shocked that I froze for a long time. How could... she be pregnant at such a young age? I would guess that she looked to be around twenty. My grip loosened on her hair subconsciously. Was this the reason she had not attacked or defended herself so far?

Confusion, surprise, disappointment, anger, and jealousy rose in my heart. It doubled when I could not find the source of my questionable emotions. Why was I angry and for what reason? Jealousy? That did not make sense.

I Immediately pulled away from her, I turned my heels to leave the classroom, frustrated with myself for some unknown reason. That she-

wolf had really fucked with me without doing anything at all. I hated her! I hated her and I did not know why.

That day I left the college before my knife could taste her blood, she did not show up at the fashion school from that day on. I would visit

that classroom daily only to find the desk and chair I had found her that day in empty. I knew I should have been glad that she had obeyed me or gotten scared for her life, but her disappearance left me more frustrated. I felt empty...