Chapter 7 — Lilith POV
Staring at the mirror, a smug smile plastered my face at the sight of my own reflection. I was dressed in a crimson string bikini that revealed my hour glass figure, and long torso. In spite of my hatred for Sylvia, her sense of fashion amazed me.
My fingers tightened around the wine bottle as I slowly gulped it down. My lips and tongue were red with wine. The more wine I consumed, the more intoxicated I felt. The room slowly tilted around, and it felt like I was staring at my reflection upside down. Being caged in this house would obviously not stop me from enjoying myself.
I turned on the music, and as it blasted through the room with its sound, my body moved to its beat. I saw myself in a different dimension. I was in my own world, and everyone around was living to my story. My smile broadened. This would be the smile on my face when I kill Scarlett. Apart from the Lycan King, she was the one person I would enjoy killing most.
I ran my hands along my body to my neck, feeling my skin. I didn't really think anyone loved themselves more than I did. I was obsessed.
All of a sudden, the music stopped playing. I turned around to see Maverick walk into the room. He was dressed in a plain black shirt that looked like second skin. It revealed tight muscles and strong arms. A baggy pant hung low on his waist, revealing his deep V-line.
"Put on a shirt," he ordered.
I scoffed. "First, you barged into my room, turned the music off without my permission, and now you're demanding me to put on a shirt. You could have knocked first. What if you'd found me naked?"
"This is not your home. Why would you be naked knowing well someone could come in at any time?"
"Well, if you hadn't kidnapped me and caged me in this prison home, I would be in my house by now."
"You tried to kill me," he snapped.
"Is that the only reason I'm here?"
"The mate bond too," he answered, eyes trailing across my curves and legs. The muscles in his jaw tightened. I could feel his arousal through the bond as he fought hard to resist it.
"Put something on," he said. "Now."
"You don't get to order me around."
He let out a long sigh, rubbing his forehead as if arguing with me was futile.
"You came back." I crossed my arms.
"This is my house, and I can visit this place at my own discretion."
"That's not the whole reason," I said. "The bond made you restless till the moment you decided to return to your mate."
He stared at me with a look that said I was damn right.
I lowered the wine bottle on the table and walked closer to him until we were inches away from each other. Though the Lycan King towered over most people, he was only a few inches taller than me.
"Does being this close make you calm?" I whispered. As I slowly ran my tongue over my lips, his eyes lowered there. A shadow fell across his face as he stared at my lips. The bond drew us close, excitedly.
"I can't wait to cut off this bond." He took a step backward. "I can't wait until I'm free from you so I can kill you."
"Why not kill me now and be free from the bond?" I asked. "My powers are gone. Rip me with your claws."
When nothing happened after a few minutes, I chuckled, leaning closer to his ear. "That's because you can't. As much as you want me dead, you can't bring yourself to kill me."
"Yes, because if I kill you, I'm doomed," he said, running his fingers through his hair. "It's a curse from the moon goddess, Melinda. She placed that curse many years ago when werewolves started killing their mates."
"What curse?" I asked, even though I clearly knew the reason. Since there was no such thing as rejection for werewolves, and Lycans, they started to kill their mates.
"Centuries ago, when Lycans and werewolves despised the mates blessed to them by the goddess, they started to kill them since they couldn't reject the bond. This enraged Melinda, and she afflicted us with the mate curse. The curse causes you to experience horrifying hallucinations from the mate you just killed."
"How bad can it be?" Since hunters don't have mates, I didn't imagine how worse it could be for werewolves and Lycans.
"The visions can be so tormenting that the mate you killed would eventually convince you to take your own life."
Now I wanted werewolves and Lycans to kill their mates so they could experience these horrifying hallucinations.
I smirked. "Sounds like a good idea to watch you suffer. What if I decide to kill myself now?"
"If you die on your own, the curse would not hold. It would only take effect when I kill you."
He took a step backward. "There is someone I want you to meet. Dress up."
"Who?"
"You'll see." He walked toward the door, and before he exited, he turned to me. "He's in the dining room waiting."
"He?"
Without answering my question, he left.
I sighed, walking toward the wardrobe to dress up. Once I was dressed, I went to the dining room to find a dark-skinned man seated there. His blue eyes were dark, and he had an extremely low haircut. The sight of him stirred something inside me, like my mind was trying to remember where I'd seen this face before. The smile on his face faltered as he stared at me too long.
"Lilith," he called.
My brows furrowed. "Your face seems to ring a bell, but I don't exactly remember you. Who are you?"