“It’s going to be alright,” he promised.
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to hope that everything was going to be okay. I wanted Dante to be okay, I wanted Enrique to be okay… Mama to be okay… I wanted the bad man to go away… Delsanra to be okay…
“Promise?” I whispered, opening my eyes. Daddy smiled, his dark eyes glittering, and he nodded.
“I fucking promise,” he said, making Mama gasp for some reason. I simply smiled and nodded.
My daddy never broke a promise.
For Him
Kiara
Alejandro had said he would put Kataleya to bed, and I had agreed. It was strange to explain, but when I saw those children, I didn’t need a DNA test or anything to tell me they were mine. I felt it. Which would also mean the King was my mate, right?
That one was a little harder. I could hug children and make them feel better, but a man who looked as dangerous as he did handsome was an entirely different story. I wouldn’t deny that his every glance made me feel all giddy, but at the same time, I was wary of him.
I took a shower before I rummaged in the drawers. The clothes were all my size and this place smelled of me. I sighed. I knew it all pointed to their words being the truth, but it was still odd. Mom had called earlier, and I had ended up talking to her on video call for nearly an hour. She had tried to ease my mind, but the terrifying reality was that I only had their word to go on. Raven, Liam’s mate and my apparent friend, had called, too. It was hard knowing I had forgotten everything. It was strange. I felt tired by the end of the day.
Everyone was trying to help, giving me small tips and reminders, but each thing I was told made the reality that I had forgotten most of my life sink deeper and deeper into me. Would I ever recover my memories? Was what they said really true?
I put on a black thong and some black loungewear before I brushed my hair. I heard the bedroom door open, and I froze, my heart thundering. Wait, were we going to share a room? All day I hadn’t been anywhere alone with him. Although his eyes were on me whenever he was around, this was the first time we were completely alone again.
I placed the hairbrush down and slowly edged towards the bedroom. Peering inside, I froze, realising hewas taking his shirt off. My eyes widened as my gaze fell on his abs and I became distracted. That was until he tossed his shirt to the side, brushing the long hair on top of his head back.
“Like what you see?” He asked with an arrogant smirk on that sexy face of his. I crossed my arms.
“I’m sure you already know the answer to that, considering we were mates.” His eyes flashed red, a deep frown crossing his face.
“Wearemates. That doesn’t fucking change.”
My heart thudded, and I nodded, suddenly feeling cold. He sighed and was about to approach me when I quickly walked over to the bed, but before I even got there, he grabbed my elbow, spinning me around to face him.
“What do you want?” I asked, trying to calm my emotions.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I don’t get scared,” I replied defensively, pulling away slowly.
“I just don’t like you talking about us in fucking past tense. You may have forgotten me, but you’re mine, Amore Mio, and if I have to fucking win you over all over again, then I’m ready for that shit.”
He didn’t need to tell me that. I could see it in his eyes, that he wouldn’t let me go. I didn’t know if that should terrify me or make me as lightheaded as I felt. Unable to come up with a comeback, I simply stared at him. His eyes dipped to my lips, his hand threading into my wet locks as he leaned forward. My heart thumped, and for a moment I thought he was about to kiss me only for his lips to touch my forehead.
“You’re my fucking world,” he whispered, his large hand cupping my face as he stared into my eyes. A wave of guilt washed over me. If it was all true, how could I have forgotten him? I slowly stepped away and turned my back to him.
“Good night,” I said, feeling as if I had failed in something.
“Night,” answered his deep reply.
I walked over to the bed and got in. I might have forgotten everything, but I felt a deep sense of disappointment in myself. I could sense his pain even though he was trying to block it off. I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep before he came back, but that didn’t happen. He was back pretty quickly, his intoxicating scent filling my nose. My heart skipped a beat when I felt the bed dip as he got in on the other side.
“Relax. I won’t do anything unless you want me to,” his deep, rough voice promised, laced with a mocking tone. My eyes flew open when his hand landed on my hip and he kissed my shoulder from behind, sending a thrill of pleasure through me.
Unless I wanted him to…
My cheeks burned at the very thought. It was weird knowing he knew things about me that I seemed to have forgotten. It all made sense, but deep down, there was a sliver of doubt that maybe, just maybe, something else was at work. I couldn’t just blindly trust their words. I had to tread carefully…
“My Queen…”
