Chapter 31 Secret in His Room

**Valerie**
My heart stopped beating when I heard this.
Without looking back, I could sense Xavier’s fury was flaring. His deep breathes and snarls were threatening and intimidating. In a haste, I struggled to push Sebastian away and get down from his body.
Turning around to look at Xavier, I was stunned. He did seem to be angry, but not the kind I used to see on his face, moody or frightful, but rather disappointed or even remorseful. After a long silent stare at me, he flickered the glance to Sebastian and it suddenly turned to be a provocative glare as he saw the trace of wetness I left on his lap.
Curling his lip corner into a cavalier smile, Sebastian stared at the remaining on his pants, wiped it away using his fingertip and sucked off the juices.
Astonished by what he had done, I quickly ducked my head, not wanting Xavier to see the peculiar flush on my face. It’s truly bizarre that I felt rather upset by thinking of him might be emotionally hurt.
When Sebastian indicated that I could use Xavier to approach the truth, I was agitated partly because he proposed such a foul measure in despicable manners. But my hesitation also lied in, though it might sounded stupid, mindless or even hypocritical, my reluctance to manipulate him or hurt him deliberately.
It’s with no doubts that I hated all werewolves, but that didn’t mean I could avenge them by doing what ever I wanted. When the war ended, he was not a grown-up and it’s unfair for me to be blame him directly for what his predecessors had done, though he did become a beneficiary of their ‘victory’.
My emotions and feelings towards him was complicated and distinct from that toward Lucas or Sebastian. When it came to Xavier, my sanity and emotion seemed to be diverted into opposite directions. My physical body desired him so much while the rational part of my mind warned me to push him away.
From the corner of my eye, I could see him strode towards me with that sullen face. I recoiled instantly when he approached me close enough to grasp my wrist, pull me to his side and surprisingly give me a gentle embrace.
I lifted my gaze to him in confusion as his beholding me with those drowning emerald eyes.
“How’s your hand?” He said with a worried voice.
If he didn’t bring this up, I might have not notice that the scald on my hand had been mysteriously cured. Lifting it under the light of chandelier, I couldn’t even see a trace of redness left there.
Upon a sudden realization, I snapped back, eyeing at Sebastian with a suspicious frown.
Had he done this to me? What exactly was him?
Sebastian huffed with a smirk while pushing slightly on the mattress and standing up to look at Xavier from the same horizontal.
“I’m expecting a ‘thank you’.” He said in an amused tone, eyeing at me affectionately.
I gulped as I felt Xavier stiffened instantly when Sebastian pulled a strand of my loosened hair in to his nose and inhaled deeply.
My heart fluttered upon his flirtatious behavior, being reminded of how tightly our bodies had just pressed against each other’s and how his scent and heat wrapped me up, intoxicating me.
My fingers curled tightly around Xavier’s forearm as I looked at him and said with an air of a pleading, “I’m fine.”
Xavier’s eyes creased at the corners, his skeptical gaze bouncing between Sebastian and me. Though he didn’t ask anything else, he clang my chest tightly against his before pressing a kiss on my forehead solemnly as if making an oath.
“I won’t leave you in danger again,” He said with a serious countenance as he wrapped my both hand together in his large warm palms. I was pretty sure my heart skipped a beat hearing this.
I wondered if it’s my disordered mind just couldn’t process it correctly, otherwise why hadn’t I been able to control myself from doing what I was supposed to do at all. Out of impulsion, I lifted on my tip toes, leaning forward to lay a kiss on his lips.
His eyes bulged wide in astonishment shortly before holding the back of my head to deepen the kiss. I was drown into his tenderness and the intimacy between us. I felt tears swelling up behind my eyelids, not out of any sorrowful emotions but caused by the rapture washing over me so suddenly and overwhelmingly, which almost lifted me out of myself.
It was like a person trudging through a desert who had been thirsty for a long time suddenly finding a source of water, like a lost fragment of a soul finally being found and put into completion. Part of my body was embarrassed to realize that excitement at the proximity of the masters, which I had contemned, was actually magnified in myself, while the other part was persuading me to surrender and enjoy utterly.
“Time is tickling, Alpha Xavier.” Sebastian cut in with a cold voice.
Xavier pushed me away slightly to stop, his eyes blazing with hunger and his fingers squeezed my hip in dominance. He grinned before licking at my lip corner, tasting the salvia left by our kiss in frenzy.
He brushed my cheek fondly before switch his glance behind me.
I snapped my head back to look at Sebastian, who stood in a short distance, arched his brow at me with a meaningful wink.
“Time for serious business.” He said to Xavier.
Xavier rolled his eyes and let me out of his hug with a huff, asking Sebastian in a severe tone, “You heard so?”
Sebastian shook his head in a careless attitude and retorted something bewildering, “I told you so.”
“Wait me here.” Xavier whispered with a kiss imprinted on my cheek before he eye-signaled Sebastian to leave with him.
I licked my parched lips in an embarrassment, ducking my head and bending slightly as a farewell. They both jerked to look at me and exchanged glances at the doorway. In confusion, I saw Sebastian nodded at Xavier with a snort before stepping out of the room.
There must be something important and emergency for them to deal with but I wasn’t in the mood to contemplate it at all. All I wanted was my body to cool down from the wanton and abnormal desire.
I didn’t even dare to rethink about what I had just done. Crouching at the bedside, I rested my chin on folded hands, propping up elbows on my knees. I breathed deeply to retrieve the calmness of my brain. My mind was still reeling with the image of me riding Sebastian and kissing Xavier like a slutty whore.
Buried my face in my palms, I took one more deep breaths and decided to find something distracting me from the filthy thoughts.
Xavier’s room was immaculate and tidy, matching with his characteristics in a perfect way. The style of decoration was rather rough and serious, all black and white, like those sample rooms in Sci-Fi. But the only thing which seemed impropriate was a small blackboard hanging over his desks with loads of sticker-like things on.
I stepped closer in curiosity before stilling for a careful inspections. To my surprise, the stickers were actually fragments of photograph, which was yellowed for its old-age. The edge of each pieces were coarse and crude and some of them were wrinkled, making it hard to recognize the original image, as if someone had distorted them in a rage and hasty.
Despite being blurred with stains and wrinkles, I could still find some vigorous faces on the torn-up pictures. I saw Caser Murphy and the man whom I had saw in that dusty room, standing in a row with other people, though the other heads were ripped off onto another fragment.
As my sight moved following its orders, a horrible feeling grew in my stomach as I shivered uncontrollably. All of them seemed to be in a happiness but neither of them looked at the camera, like this photo was taken in secret.
At the next moment, before my stare switching to the next figure, I was shocked in a stillness.
That face, though I had only seen once in my life, was unforgettable. This woman had a robust figure which was stunningly strong in fitness. A bright smile shinning on her confident-looking face with a power to get everything she wanted. She was utterly different from that I had met with before.
My throat swelled with a weird emotion. I grabbed the seatback, circling my fingers tightly around the plank to stop my body from tumbling down in frisson.
That’s was the one I wanted to encounter with again, the only one who might acknowledge what my parents had done and why they were executed without mercies.
This woman had the same face with the she-wolf I met before the auction, except with no ugly scars.