A week passed,
Keira's body has now improved but still, there was no sign of Arel. Despite Xander's best efforts to find him, there was no trace of her mate, which made Keira fall into an in-depth sadness.
Each passing day was difficult. If she doesn't cry profusely, she's absent-minded staring blankly into space. Xander knew that her heart was broken together with her body which was badly wounded. It was such physical and emotional damage that was not easy to bear. Still, he did the best he could, devoting both his time and energy to recovering her.
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Once Keira began to be able to move her body, she immediately dressed and jumped out of the bed at the chance to find Arel. It's been too long and she was scared that he would be in danger.
"Are you going to leave as soon as you can walk?" Xander held her arm, trying to stop her from leaving the room.
She turned her face at him "Cheif it's been a week I can't lay like this and be useless" she then pushed the door open.
How the female acted made him press his eyes tightly. He was hurt, whether how much he did, she didn't appreciate it.
"Keira don't.." He pulled her hand "I've been looking, but there isn't a sign of him, No one has found Arel I sent people out to find him Keira, I've done everything..." His voice was filled with despair, honestly explained and there was no way he would use a lie to deceive her.
"but Arel.. Arel.." The sob she has held back has now overbearing, She rushed into his embrace and cried like a fanatic, drenching Xander's chest with her tears. He pursed his lips tightly. If he could exchange everything, he would do to take her out of this misery.
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Seeing that her cry had subsided, he brought her back to the bed to let her rest before he went out to check the news again.
When Keira found out he was gone. She came to her senses and got up from the bed. Being trapped in a room all the time won't help her body recover, she then pushed the door open and went out.
The sun of the afternoon shone through the clouds, giving a clear and pleasant atmosphere together with the warm breeze that blew faintly. Such a peaceful atmosphere in contrast to the numerous wooden buildings and crowded with people bursting noises.
It's impressive to see that this tribe has built the homes with wood, cut them into logs, and then fastened them up with vines. Setting them to the shape of a large wooden dome tent.
In addition to the advanced buildings, the people here were dressed in elaborately leather outfits, seamless and symmetric.
While Keira was scanning the area, she caught sight of a crimson-haired figure standing with crossed arms in the dark corner of a building. It was this inexplicable intimacy that drew her straight toward him like a magnet, plunging into a pool of bewilderment.
Nothing in this male seemed average. He has fierce masculine eyebrows, observing her through the appealing deep-set eyes with outer corners that were slightly raised up with pride. It was uncommon to witness the ruby-red eyes like a sparkling jewel that glowed with danger and tragedy. Such captivating eyes, but as fierce as a predator.
Those devilishly sweet lips were curved up at the corner smirking in allurement. What added more unique to him was the fiery crimson hair that was snuggling on his potent shoulder.
When he tilted his neck slightly revealing demonic pointed ears, adding endlessly rarefied into flawless exquisite. His only blemish was that he was pale a sign of rude health that contradicted his sturdy figure, every muscle was prominent and sculpted to perfection. Without any controversy, he must possess enormous force.
Keira was frozen in place, and stared blankly at him, trying to figure out where she had met him. What was this strange feeling of longing and heartsickness and why did it bother her so much?
He seemed pleased to see her falling deep in reverie. Without letting her continue to drift away, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in his arms. A hand lifted her chin up and tightly pressed his mouth on her tempting lips.
The kiss was passion and ruthless, devouring her with uncontrollable desire. When he felt her tongue darting to touch his, he growling low, pulling her close letting her lascivious body entwined with him.
Without giving her time to brace, he lifted her legs hooking them around his waist, taking her lips while his hand yanked her top up revealing her overflowing breasts bouncing against his hand.
He groaned as her nipples were swollen, tearing apart the kiss, and dove down, ruthlessly flickering and sucking on her hard nipple. Keira breathed heavily, falling into the mindless abyss of desire.
He glanced up, mouth still sucking on her nipple, looking at the female that was drunk in lust. She bent her back with a forbidden pleasure, feeling as if being possessed, like she was about to lose her mind.
Keira pressed his head to her breast, he breathed heavily, this situation had happened before.
Chuckled low, he bit her teasingly on her tip, and a hand dove down into her skirt, teasing her clit making her gasp at the sudden roughness of his fingers rubbing her.
Keira struggled, breathing heavily then tightly bit her lip until it bleed, letting the pain gradually bring her to consciousness. She panted and pushed him away, quickly releasing the legs that were hooking to his waist.
When Keira get out of his tangled, she stared at him stunned. What was this endless hungriness toward him in her body? She retreated, but was once again drawn into that powerful arm.
"Let me go, what are you doing to me?" She clenched her teeth, breathing rapidly, the desire didn't seem to fade away.
There was no answer from him, only a sly smirk and a mysterious look in his ruby eyes. Without hesitation, he leaned close, grip on her waist, and sunk his fang into her breast.
Startled, Keira quickly looked down at the spot where he bit her, revealing a small fang mark on her flushed skin. She hurriedly raised her head back at him But the male had vanished without a trace.
Keira was frustrated at what had happened, scanning around but couldn't find the red-haired male. 'The heck is going on' Her heart was still beating irregularly as if about to jump out.
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