Ariana's pov
As I closed my eyes, all I could see were weird images that clouded my mind; through the darkness, the only thing that clouded my mind right at that moment.
I rolled on the edge, trying to get my thoughts together, holding my head with both hands. All I could feel was the tightness of my brain that I felt right at that moment.
"Do you think everything is fine?" my inner wolf asked as I looked at myself in the mirror that was directly in front of my bed.
"What do you mean by that, Aria?" I don't understand what you mean by that, I said, trying to understand everything that was going on.
"I think there is something off about that Liam guy; he is weird, "Ariana said, the voice etched through the room.
"Don't look at him that way; he is mine now. I would be able to use him to get out of the kingdom sooner than you can realize." I soliloquized as I smiled at myself, feeling a little pleased with the thoughts going right there in my head.
Silence passed as I kept staring into the mirror while pacing through the room. I just felt so inconvenient, like there was something that was going to happen, something unknown but something that was going to happen.
A knock landed on my door, and it distorted my thoughts. I looked directly at the door, waiting for the person to come in. The only person I was expecting today was Manna because he directly instructed everyone not to allow anyone in except Manna. I just wanted to clear my thoughts and my mind about the whole situation and every other thing that I felt right at that moment.
The least I wanted you to do was to relish my anger on someone who wasn't at fault. I massaged my temple, briefly closing my eyes as I heard the door open.
"Manna, I told you..." I was about to complete my statement when I raised my chin, and I realized the person right in front was nobody but Liam.
He was the last person I wanted to see—not like I hated him, but I just didn't want to see him. His presence right there in the palace was a burden on his own. I was just getting used to pretending to be his mate.
"Why are you not saying anything? Your weird gaze is making me feel so nervous." Liam's voice finally brought him to consciousness, and as I looked straight into his eyes, I noticed his set of beautiful gray eyes.
"I just don't want you in my room; can you kindly use the door?" I said rudely as I looked away, trying not to be lost in his beautiful eyes.
"Did I do something wrong?" he inquired as he walked closer, and I slowly took a step backwards, not knowing I had already hit the wall.
I could feel the gentle breath from his nostrils as it eradicated through my brain; the more he was close to me, the more I felt so uncomfortable.
My body was touching his chest as he looked at me with his gray eyes while his IPS gave the satisfaction of the unknown. I could feel my feet wet; I had never felt so uncomfortable before in my life.
There was something about him, and I really needed to find out; anytime I looked deep into his gray eyes, all I could sense was nothing but the discomfort of the highest order, which made me shiver.
"Are you fine?" he asked, his deep tone pulling me into a stream of unconsciousness once again as he glared into my eyes, maintaining stable eye contact for a while.
"All I request is for you to get out of my room; is that too much to ask?" I said while trying to maintain my behavior in order not to turn cold suddenly.
He looked at me as he gently sat me down on the bed, his strong hands gripping me.
"All I did was to come to your room, to check how my mate is doing and whether she is fine from the arrows yet or not. , he paused for a while as he looked at me before diverting his gaze to the wall.
"I know we have our differences; we are from different backgrounds and lineages, and we have different thoughts. I know you can't be like me, nor can I be like you; however, I don't like the treatment you have been giving me; for crying out loud, you should have let me alone to die," he said, and as soon as he said those words, all I could feel was guilt that ran through my system like wildfire.
probably he had no idea I was faking the mate bond; he had no idea that all I wanted to do was use him as a pawn and let him alone after I had succeeded in my plans. I looked at the floor as it graved me in my perfection.
"Let me go, forget we are mates, and let us live our separate lives," he said as he was about to walk out of the room. I held him by his wrist while urging him not to leave me; however, at that point, it all seemed like he had made up his mind as he glared right at me while slamming the door after.
I paced around my room as I thought of my next course of action; however, the only thing that lingered right on my mind at that moment was everything that was going on.
It was like I was lost in my own game, but one thing I knew was that the gamer would never be played.
I closed my eyes momentarily as I wondered, "What if he is my mate? "My eyes popped at the thought of whatever came to my head as I wondere
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"Never!" that wouldn't be possible.