Chapter 142
"How did your parents just know that they didn't have enough time left with you guys...if you don't mind me asking that is?" I ask quietly, feeling his hand squeeze my thigh for a slight second before he relaxes again.
"I don't mind, little mate. And to answer your question, my parents knew from the start that someone would always be after them, back then two different species mating was frowned upon as vampires and werewolves are known as enemies."
I frown, my brows knitting in confusion. "But, how did it change then? I mean, as well as those two species mating even humans are now mated to supernatural creatures and everyone is accepting of hybrids."
"It took a long time for everyone to accept the fact that you didn't choose who your mate was. Centuries ago when I once lead the vampire realm, people who didn't find their mates by a certain age were forced to pick one. Mates weren't seen as important to the elders. Years passed by like that, wolves and vampires forced to choose mates because they couldn't find theirs in time, until the 1900's came around." He has my full attention now and I listen intently to every word he speaks, the faraway look in his eyes indicating the he is reminiscing those years. "More and more people began to find their mates as soon as they shifted, who then fought against the system the elders had put in place. It was a bullshit law anyway; a rebellion was imminent and it eventually happened. The elders could see that they had lost control and banished the law. It was only in the year of 2004 that hybrids began to come forth and mate with other species as they had two beasts within them. Before that I had thought I was the only one."
"Weren't you told to um...pick a mate when you were ruling?" I hesitantly ask, feeling my heart ache slightly at the thought of him belonging to some other woman.
"One of the elders did suggest it."
"What did you say?" My curiosity peaks as I lean forward in my seat to look at him.
His eyes hold a certain anger and darkness as they concentrate on the icy road ahead, the air in the car becoming tense as I wait for him to reply. He remains quiet for the longest time before glancing at me with a look. It dawns on me what exactly had occurred between them making a shiver of fear run up my spine. Gabriel has disclosed that his past is full of blood and gore that he isn't keen on ever telling me about. This is one of his many ways to let me know that I won't like to hear what happened next nor will he tell me. It's like his top priority is to keep me away from his past.
Before I can ask him anything else, the car slows to a gentle stop in a parking lot. I frown in utter confusion at the vast field ahead, looking around for some sort of hint as to why we are here. Finding none, I turn back to Gabriel who now holds a piece of cloth in his hand. I glower at him as he hops out of the car and speeds around to open my door, moving to tie the blindfold on me once I'm out of the car.
"If I fall, you're on the couch mister!" I grumble, holding his hand tightly as we begin walking.
"You won't, I promise." He laughs, one hand on the small of my back to guide me.
I can feel the soft earth below my boots as we make our way to the destination, which is who knows where. I stumble at times, letting out a huff of frustration while he snickers, making me reach out to smack him blindly, missing him every time. Eventually, he slows me to a stop and stands behind me, his body emanating warmth along with the usual power I feel whenever he is close.
Instructing me to keep my eyes closed, he slowly unties the blindfold from my head before his muscular arms encircle my waist. I feel his warm breath blow across my skin as he presses a gentle kiss to the area behind my ear, making my breath hitch. Softly, he utters the words "open," and I obey, my eyes fluttering before focusing on the sight before me.
My jaw drops in surprise and I gasp loudly, staring at the colorful hot air balloon standing proudly on the field with a man beside it, ensuring it stays on the ground. I have never been on a balloon ride before and am amazed at the sheer size of it up close.
"Holy shit..." I murmur, tilting my head back as we walk towards it.
I hear him chuckle deeply, one hand wrapped around my waist. "Thought you might say something along those lines."
"What...when...how?" I trail off, shocked over how he has managed to pull this off without me catching wind of it.
"Don't worry your pretty little head, Мi amor. Do you like it?" He asks, voice tinged with nervousness and uncertainty as he stares down at me. (My love)
"Like it? No..." I watch as the smile falls from his lips, his steps slowing as panic filters through our mate bond. "I freaking love it!"
He visibly relaxes before tucking me into his side and kissing my forehead. We soon reach the man who smiles at us before wishing us a good day and walking off. I open my mouth to protest when Gabriel hushes me, picks me up by the waist and sets me down inside the basket, a yelp escaping me at the sudden action.
"Where is he going? Who's going to fly this thing?" I ask in panic, watching as Gabriel works on untying the rope that holds the hot air balloon to the ground.
"Relax, baby girl." He soothes, turning and increasing the fire which causes the basket to lift off the ground and make its way into the sky. "I've been on these rides more times than I can count, I know what I'm doing."
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