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Chapter 15 - Chapter 14.

Lilian's POV.

"Ah!!!!"

Why am I on his bed? I'm certain I was on the sofa last night. Did I sleepwalk or something? How did I get here and why am I the only one on the bed. Where did he go? Calm down Lilian, first things first you have to check yourself to see if anything's happened. 

I feel my hands all over my body and even raise my nightwear, thankfully nothing seemed to be out of place. I breathe a deep sigh of relief while holding my chest. I feel droplets of water over my shoulder and behind me. 

"What's going on? Why were you screaming so loudly?" 

It's Nelson. I climbed off the bed and turned to face him, maintaining a reasonable distance between us. He was clad in nothing but a towel around his waist, his wet hair plastered around his forehead. Seeing him like this makes my heart pound.

"Hey." He calls out to me. "Why are you staring at me with questioning eyes?" He asks. 

I bow my head immediately. His voice was intimidating, it broke my resolve and suddenly I felt afraid. I never considered the fact that I was crossing boundaries. Nelson didn't look like he was in a good mood either. Suddenly, I remembered he was nicknamed 'The Mad Alpha' . He looked at me with cold, soulless eyes that made me lose my words, and then there were the dark circles under his eyes again, this time it was worse than when I first met him. That day he slept soundly while holding me tightly as if I were the oxygen he needed to survive.

"I'm sorry Alpha. I just found myself on the bed and got worried." I explained myself. 

He sighed. "I moved you last night. You didn't look too comfortable on the sofa, don't worry, I didn't touch you." He retorted.

As he passed, droplets of water fell from his hair, wetting the floor. He opened the wardrobe and took out a towel which he used to dab around his hair. If he continues like that he'll catch a cold but what do I care, he's an Alpha, he'd be worse than I am if he catches a cold just because of wet hair. Or maybe it's just my subconscious excuse to reach out and feel those beautiful silky locks between my fingers even if it's just once. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He smirked. 

Cocky bastard. I know my face is beet red with shame. I stared at him until he noticed me. Do you want something, or maybe you're starting to show off your true colors."

"No that's not it, it's just your hair."Yikes! I've said it. No he might think I have some weird fetish, how do I explain myself to him when he asks. 

"Hey." 

Although I pretend not to notice, it's the second time he's addressing me as 'hey'. He could have forgotten my name for all I know. He raises his eyebrows. 

"Cat got your tongue?" I shake my head and he says to me, "come here, and help me dry my hair." 

I bury my happiness under a stern face, making sure my emotions don't get the best of me. 

"Why should I? You were doing a good job by yourself already. Why do you need my help."

"Dog…"

"Excuse me?" 

"You looked like a dog I had when I was little." 

Ha. For a minute there I was beginning to think I heard  wrong so I asked again but he wasn't sparing my feelings and just blurted whatever was in his head. As if addressing me as 'hey' was not enough, he was now comparing me to a dog. It's just the first day of our honeymoon and he's already frustrating my entire trip. Five days was all we had to enjoy this resort but I was already regretting day one. Maybe it's not the honeymoon I'm regretting but my decision. I made my way to the wardrobe and grabbed a towel with unnecessary force, throwing it upon his head and began to violently shake the towel. Way to mask your emotions girl. I thought to myself. 

That's what you get for calling me a dog. 

"My mother gave me a dog for my birthday once. It had a mix of black and white fur, it's ears were black like your hair and it always followed  me around even when I rejected him but then he became my best friend and companion when I was alone."

I could feel the loneliness etched in his voice, and listened to his story. When I made an attempt to see his face,  he didn't look affected in the very least. Either he had the perfect poker face like one of those people who would smile on the outside while they were hurt on the inside or he had gotten over his dog. Nelson who looked as firm on the outside sounded like he had a big hole on the inside. 

"He died when I was twelve. He was murdered." 

Ah! So I wasn't alone.

Like a quick breeze, a wonderful but painful memory passed through.

'Lily, Lily, come play with me.' She called me in her sweet voice, pulling me by the hand with a beautiful smile revealing her pure white teeth. I closed my eyes the next minute only to remember the horrible scene that followed shortly. The more I hold on to such memories the more hurt I become. "Well I'm sure that was a long time ago. It's best to move on from such memories." 

"Hmm. I'm sure you're right." This time he sounded more hurt. Suddenly he stood up from the bed and walked away while I still held the towel. I know what I said was hurtful but if he held on to such memories for much longer, he'll end up hurting himself even more. It's best to behave like it never happened in the first place or someone like that didn't exist, I know how it feels to hold on to painful memories just because you're scared of letting the good times go. I know how painful it feels each time it plays, it'll only end up leaving you with more painful scars. "But, I'm sure he would be happy to know that it was able to make someone happy with the little time it had." Tears rolled down my eyes, his words duh deeper than a nail. 

We both stood apart, staring at each other without saying a word and it became awkward. This is probably the most comforting thing he had said to me since we met.

"Yeah. I'm sure he'd be glad to know that." I say as I dry my tears. With a faint smile on his face, Nelson leaves the room with his clothes on a hanger and I wonder to myself where he was going with a towel around his waist but he didn't seem to notice it, I'm sure he'll be back soon.