‘Yup!’
Wylder looked at Arabella and wondered whether she was feeling the same way. ‘You can go and join everyone at the dinner table. Ara and I will be eating here once this shit is done.' He mind-linked Zahir, looking at the time.
He would have given a break to Arabella and Aiden as well, but didn’t they already have coffee together? Night was not happy with that, but he just couldn’t go and stop her from doing whatever she wanted while his human fucked Tiara on his desk.
Tiara was his second-chance mate now. He could feel that with her touch and the spark between them, but something was still off.
‘Mate bond connects anyone to both a human’s body and a wolf’s soul. And generally, wolves try to find a wolf in their mates.' Wylder suggested. ‘I think you’re missing Dora. Knowing that she was there before but not now.’
‘Don’t try to influence me with your words, human. I know we wolves want a wolf as our mate, but it is not always mandatory. I’m telling you that something is wrong with Tiara. I have observed her since she was eight. Just like a dog can never fail to recognize his master, even after years, I too can’t fail to sense that something is wrong.’
‘So, you’re calling yourself a dog.’
‘In this case, yes, I’m ready to become a dog too.' Night muttered, even though calling him a werewolf or Lycan was like an insult. ‘Keeping the mate bond aside, use your mind because you’ve also observed her very closely.’
'I won’t disappoint you again.'
*
After a couple of hours, the sketches of eight people were ready.
"No, the scar on his face was near his eyes," Arabella said. "You are doing this wrong." She added.
Arabella came forward and took the pencil from his hand. She started drawing the scar on her own.
Aiden was about to speak when Wylder glared at him, silently asking him to shut his mouth. Wylder observed how she was holding and moving the pencil. He watched Arabella close her eyes, and her hand moved like a pro. A lone tear rolled out of her eyes, but her hand didn’t stop even for a second.
"His scar was like this." She said, opening her eyes.
Wylder opened the drawer of his desk and grabbed the paint that he had bought for Tiara but never got a chance to give her, nor did he throw it away.
"Here!! Use this to paint the faces of other people because Aiden’s hands started aching from sketching for so long?" Wydler spoke, offering her the paint box.
"My hand is aching?" Aiden asked in confusion, and when he received another glare from Wylder, he nodded his head. "Yes!! My hand…" He whimpered in fake pain, massaging his hand.
"But how can I? I don’t know how to paint. Can we just take a break and..."
"No!! I don’t have a lot of days to waste." Night growled at Arabella, who glared back. She knew that she should be scared of him after what that beast did during their first meeting.
But didn’t he tell her later that he would never hurt her intentionally?
At the same time, he didn’t hurt her even when she broke a vase on his head.
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#TBC