Mated In Chaos: The Broken Mate

Elara

It is the color of a Rogue. I wonder what pack she belonged to before she met Zuriel.

I stare at her once and go upstairs. Miel follows me with a smile on her lips. She doesn’t like River. As soon as we enter the bedroom. I let out a frustrated growl.

‘River annoys her,’

‘She was red with anger,’ Miel says.

‘So fast from crying to anger,’ I murmur, going to the closet. Once we reach there, we sack it for a new date dress. I want to look sexy for Zuriel.

‘I want to take his breath away,’ I say.

‘You look so happy, Princess,’ Miel muses. I look back at her. Indeed, I’m delighted. I’m elated to be Zuriel’s wife. I’m happy to be going on this date with him.

We finally picked a dress. It is a deep red short sleeve dress with a plunging neckline and thigh-high slit. Miel helps me, giving it an elegant look. I do my makeup most naturally.

I stare in the mirror once I’m done getting ready.

‘You look stunning, my lady,’ Miel cheers. I inhale as I stare one more time in the mirror. I’m feeling a little anxious for some reason.

I go downstairs. I’m glad that I don’t see River.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Lou is driving the car. I’m nervous. Zuriel and I have been together several times, but we’ve never been on a date. This seems so real. I wonder what he has planned tonight.

Lou’s phone starts to ring, and from his reaction, I can tell it’s Zuriel. He steps on the gas.

The location we are at is pretty quiet. However, I can tell there is a board of water close by. I was right. Lou stops on the seashore. When I step out of the car, I shiver as the cool air hits my skin. I clutch my small purse tightly. Lou smiles at me,

‘Follow me, Ma’am, he’s waiting,’

I follow the butler towards the lighthouse by the small hill. There is a passageway of lights as we go to the already beautiful setting. I can tell that there are other people around, not many though.

I’m speechless once I reach the setting. It is decorated with white flowers and beautiful small lights are hanging over the trees.

Close to the edge of the hill, a glass table for two, with glasses and silverware has been elegantly placed. It was perfect.

‘You like it?’ I hear my husband’s deep voice ask. I was so focused on my surroundings that I hadn’t noticed him sooner. He is looking at me with a penetrating gaze.

My breath is caught in my chest. He is even more handsome than ever. He is wearing a gray suit and a white T-shirt. He doesn’t wear a tie. His silver locks are shining more than ever in the light. I walk towards him and smile,

‘I love it. I can’t believe you did this,’

He grabs my waist gently and pulls me closer to him. Our eyes lock. Before I can say a word… He crashes his lips on me. His kiss is rough and passionate, yet tender. I answer the kiss wholeheartedly. Our kiss is delightful, and butterflies dance in my stomach.

I blush when we pull away. Since when is Zuriel so good to me? Does he love me? I don’t want to rush to conclusions yet.

‘You’re blushing, little Princess,’

I avert my gaze from his intense ones.

‘It’s a little chilly,’ I murmur. He doesn’t argue with me about that. He pulls out a chair for me, and I sit. He leans close to my ear and whispers.

‘You look exquisite, my Princess.’ My, my. He called me my princess. I want to explode with happiness.

‘Thank you. You, too,’ my breath shudders at our closeness. He goes to his seat.

Zuriel is watching me with meek amusement in his emerald eyes. He finally reaches for a bottle of champagne and opens it. He pours it in a glass, and his. We clink and then drink.

‘How was your day?’ he asks.

I tell him about my day at the university. I’m surprised he looks genuinely interested in listening, as his gaze never leaves mine.

I stop talking when I realize I’m the only one speaking all this time. He frowns,

‘I’m listening,’

I changed the topic, ‘You seem to be in good spirits. Tell me about your day.’

He hesitates to answer me, and his eyes go to the sea. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked him.

‘I had a good day.’

‘What made it good?’

There is a ghost of a smile on his lips. My heart flutters. This is the closest thing to a smile I’ve seen from him.

‘My elder sister called me today.’