Chapter 50

“Again, my apologies. I wanted to talk to you.” He murmured quietly, gazing up at her from under hooded eyes, unable to look away.

Technically, he had lied and there wasn’t anything that he had planned to talk to her about – not that they didn’t have a lot to talk about – but in the moment, he said the first thing that came to mind. If he didn’t have a valid reason as to why he was creepily waiting for her in her room in the dark, that would just scare her away.

As if he hadn’t done that already this morning.

“Okay.” A small frown graced her lips as she ventured further into the room and closed the door behind her, leaving the bags on the side by the door as she kicked off her shoes. “What you wanted to talk about can’t wait?”

“I don’t think it can.” He denied in a quiet murmur, turning his head to watch her as she walked around him and seated herself on the side of the bed, taking a lavish gulp from her water bottle. “But if you’re too tired, I’ll just come back later.”

“I thought you just said that it can’t wait.”

“No.” He chuckled lightly. “But I can make an exception for you.”

“Like how you made an exception for me earlier?” Anastasia laughed softly as she cocked a questioning brow in his direction, finally returning her water bottle to the bedside table before pushing herself up to her feet.

As he noticed her struggling and groaning quietly, Marcellus was quick to rush to his feet and help her out, clenching his jaw as the tingle zapped the palm of his hand and tingled all over his body.

“You’ve got a point there.” He chuckled and took a step back as she moved around him and headed to the bathroom, not sparing him a single glance as she closed the door behind her.

Marcellus chuckled at her antics and used the time to eye up the few bags for the purchases that she had made, unable to stop his mind from wondering into the gutter.

“Sorry, pregnancy bladder.” Anastasia explained as she stepped back in the room a few minutes later, walking over to the bed and taking a seat as the soles of her feet were beyond aching now.

“How have you been feeling lately?”

She blinked at him; her lips parted slightly in surprise. “You dropped by my room to ask me how I’m feeling?”

“No.” He chuckled and raised a nervous hand to run through his hair, tugging gently on the ends as he struggled to come up with what to say next. As an Alpha and naturally confident person, it wasn’t often that someone or something made Marcellus, but it appeared that his mate was an exception to that. “But is it so wrong that I’m concerned about your well-being?”

“Why would you be concerned?” She asked rather rudely even though she was slightly touched by his considerate question. “I’m not a wolf.”

“Technically, you’re a quarter wolf.”

“True.” She hummed in agreeance. “But I don’t have a wolf.”

“Your father is half wolf, right?”

Anastasia nodded, cocking her head slightly to the side in curiosity.

“Then that would make your mother human?”

“Yes.” She nodded, her lips tugging down slightly at the corners. “What’s with all these questions.”

“Sorry.” Marcellus chuckled. “I’ve just never met a quarter wolf before, so I guess you could say that I’m more than a little curious.”

“You’re never met a quarter wolf before?”

“No. Half wolves, yes. Quite a few, actually but quarter wolves, no.”

“Why is that such a foreign concept?”

“Half wolves are usually mated with full-bloodied wolves to produce stronger offspring. I’m just surprised that your father was mated to a human.”

“Oh, my mother wasn’t his mate. In fact, he never met his mate.”

Marcellus hummed quietly and watched her carefully, genuinely curious, silently prompting her to continue.

“He doesn’t really talk about it but I think he’s always been disappointed that he doesn’t have a wolf and being around the pack all the time just made it all worse for him so when he moved away from the pack, he intended to leave the supernatural world behind since he doesn’t resonate much with being a wolf anyway. So, when he first met my mum, he never told her that he was a werewolf and when they slept together for the first time,” Anastasia paused to grimace slightly at the thought of her parents sleeping together, but pulled a face when Marcellus chuckled at her antics. “Well, both of them were in for a surprise because he ended up sprouting some fur and claws. To this day he’s not sure why exactly because dad doesn’t have a mate but that’s what they think of each other as.”

Marcellus threw his head back and laughed at the hilarious story, having never quite heard something like that before.

“What happened after that? Surely your mum must have had a lot of questions.”

“She avoided him for a weeks after that but he was persistent and by the end of the year, they were married.”

“Unbelievable.” He chuckled and shook his head, highly amused by the story and looking forward to meeting the estranged couple one day if his mate allowed.

“He loves to tell that story because it’s the closest he’s ever gotten to having a wolf.”

Marcellus suddenly got a strange look on his face

“Have you ever wondered about your wolf?” He asked quietly after a few moments, his eyes gradually darkening into that deep gold which never failed to entrance her.

“Only all the time.” Anastasia chuckled, though the sound was heavy and quiet, a sigh escaping her as the sound died down. “But my dad doesn’t have a wolf and other than heightened speed and healing, I’m nothing more than a regular human.”

Marcellus wanted to correct her, to tell her that she was so much more than just a regular human.

“Why did you ask me that?”

“Well, sex seemed to work for your dad.”

She watched him carefully through narrowed eyes before continuing, confused as to what he was suggesting or alluding to, especially since there was a dark glint in his eyes. “What point are you trying to make?”

Instead of answering her question, he countered her with one of his own.

“Have you ever had sex with a werewolf before?”

“No.” Anastasia frowned lightly as she shook her head warily.

“Maybe you should try.”

“What?” She blinked in confusion, watching him carefully. “You mean you?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re offering up your services?” She cocked a teasing brow, aiming to throw him off with her less than pleasant choice of words.

“Only if you’re interested.”

“I’m not.” She was quick to answer. Too quick.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.” No.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong then, wouldn’t I?”