Chapter 522-The Husband Who Belongs To Someone Else

Chapter 522: 522-The Husband Who Belongs To Someone Else

Verity:

Just moments ago, I’d been screaming at him, and now I could barely raise my voice in his presence.

He shook his head before reaching out to gently tuck a few loose strands of hair behind my ear.

I was still sitting on the bathroom floor, with him leaning so close over me that all I could do was study his features.

"I would never do anything to disrespect you, or your body," he assured me, his gaze lingering on my hair while I continued watching his face.

"The reason you’re not wearing your own clothes is that when you passed out, your wolf took over."

As he spoke, his fingertips brushed lightly against my cheek before he traced the backs of his fingers up and down my skin.

"You went through your first transformation, and naturally, you didn’t have any clothes afterward. So I gave you my shirt and brought you here."

As his explanation slowly sank in, guilt began to creep over me.

I’d thrown such a ridiculous tantrum over something that hadn’t even happened.

For a moment, I remained silent, trying to process everything he’d told me.

Before I could say anything, he suddenly shifted to one side, slipped an arm beneath my bare thighs and the other around my back, and lifted me off the damp floor.

And once again, I let him.

He carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me on the bed.

Instead of being a creep and trying to sneak a peek at my body, he immediately averted his gaze, grabbed the blanket, and pulled it over my lower half.

"I went through my first transformation?" I asked.

He nodded and got up to leave, but before he could walk away, I reached out and caught his hand.

He stopped immediately, turning to look at where our hands were joined.

I quickly let go.

"Sorry, I don’t know why I did that," I murmured, lowering my gaze guiltily.

"It’s okay," he reassured me softly. "And yes, you had your first transformation."

He gave me a gentle smile.

"But why don’t I remember anything?" I questioned.

He glanced around the room for a moment before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Now, mind you, he was still shirtless, and oh my God, that body of his was absolutely to die for.

"Well?" I prompted.

"What?" he asked.

"Why don’t I remember anything?" I insisted.

He turned toward me, resting one hand on the mattress beside my knee.

I had my knees drawn up beneath the blanket, and his palm landed close to my side without actually touching me.

Then he leaned forward slightly, not close enough to hover over my face, but enough to make it clear that I had his undivided attention.

"Verity, you passed out before your transformation began. Usually, people are conscious when they shift for the first time, which is why they remember the experience. But you weren’t, so naturally, you have no recollection of what happened."

He explained everything in such a calm, understanding manner, without mocking or teasing me, that I began to realize the situation might be more serious than I’d initially thought.

"But why?" I questioned and he merely shrugged.

"Is something wrong with my wolf?" I asked.

I watched as he slowly lifted his gaze to meet mine, studying me for a moment before shaking his head.

"No. You have a beautiful wolf. Powerful, too. She just ran around," he murmured.

Then he broke eye contact, staring straight ahead as he ran a hand through his hair and rose from the bed.

He was acting strangely.

There was no way running around was all my wolf had done. There had to be something else.

"Maybe you’ll remember everything the next time you shift. You were already running a fever, so that could be why you passed out," he added.

He kept offering explanations, and I wanted desperately to believe him, but something about his tone and the way he was behaving didn’t sit right with me.

He was hiding something.

"Why did you bring me here? Why didn’t we go home?" I asked, trying to steer our conversation back to something normal.

Not that normal conversations were ever our strong suit.

"Why? Well, I thought the weather was nice, the place was beautiful, and it seemed perfect for, you know..."

As he spoke, he turned to look at me, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Mind you, he was still shirtless.

He reached for the curtains and drew them open, revealing the breathtaking view outside.

Oh, the view!

The beautiful sky was dotted with soft, scattered clouds, and beyond the window stretched the vast, open sea.

It was honestly the most perfect view I could have imagined.

"You know, our first night together," he continued. "I didn’t want to spend it at home. The omegas would hear your screams, and I don’t think you’d want that."

The moment those words left his mouth, my face scrunched up in disbelief.

"Who told you I’d scream?" I retorted, only to realize a second later that I’d asked entirely the wrong question.

The way he arched an eyebrow made my embarrassment even worse.

"Excuse me, I can take you without any..."

Wait.

I stopped myself, suddenly realizing I’d managed to make things even worse.

"Who told you I’d even want to spend my first night with you? And what makes you think I’m going to do it tonight?" I growled, glaring at him.

I could feel my cheeks burning, but that shameless man only looked increasingly cocky.

"Well, then..." he began, the smile disappearing from his lips even as his eyes remained fixed on mine.

"When exactly are you planning to have our first night? I mean, whenever you’re ready, just let me know. Because when it happens, it won’t be a night. It’ll be a whole week."

With that, he casually turned and headed toward the other side of the room, where his phone lay on a table.

I grunted under my breath and started to throw off the blanket, ready to get out of bed, but quickly thought better of it when I remembered I still wasn’t wearing anything underneath his shirt.

"Okay, your clothes are here," he announced, pointing toward the door.