Chapter 48: In heat

Reader's POV
In fact, before Bertha came looking for him Aaron had no recollection of such a day.
He could not understand how he had fallen for Deborah's trick, the bottle was familiar to him, there was no sign of unsealing, and he had even carefully checked the mouth of the bottle with his hands.
But he was so suddenly in heat.
Is this a coincidence or a conspiracy by Deborah?
If it was a coincidence, it was too much of a coincidence, but if it was a conspiracy, how did she do it?
He pondered this question in pain, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable, and the body that had calmed down a bit became uncomfortable again, and this time it became even worse.
The rage that had not returned for a long time after being tempered by Bertha had now returned as if it had been a hobby. He smashed almost everything he could in the house under the torment of lust and anger and slumped on the sofa trying to soothe himself with his hands.
Until Bertha's voice sounded at the door.
He didn't expect the door to be open either, maybe he broke it when he threw Deborah out, but in any case she just walked in while shouting her name.
His foggy brain, tormented by heat and rage, made him subconsciously follow the sound of her voice and then hug her.
But what he didn't expect was that she didn't continue to struggle after she knew it was herself.
At that moment Aaron almost shed a tear.
He called out her name as if he were calling out to his gods and goddesses, listening to her cry out for herself one after another, listening to her comfort him gently in her usual way, telling him to go back to the couch.
Aaron thought he should probably be content.
For whatever reason, he couldn't let her get hurt, not to mention he knew he had always owed it to Bertha.
Since Deborah had come along, all his feelings for her had turned out to be lies or excuses in her mind, and he owed her an explanation.
There was also the mistrust he had once shown her, and his rude behavior when they first met.
Aaron had wanted to apologize countless times when he looked at her scowling side face, but for some reason kept it a secret again.
In fact, he knew it all along.
His berserk disorder only made him subconsciously attack everything, whether it was a creature or otherwise.
But that one time, that one time he had looked at her in the middle of a human forest, he had regretted it the moment he had jumped on her. But he would never forget the moment when he held her and his heart trembled like a blazing fire.
Just like now.
How could he ever hold anyone else again? Anyone?
"Do you understand?"
Ava's POV
"What?"
The pain on my lips slowly brought me back to my senses, and I realized he'd kissed me.
It was like that time we were in the forest outside the Blue Moon Pack so long ago, it was the first time we met, when his berserker attack killed a field of bodies, and we met in a scene like that, at a time like that.
I didn't actually tell him that I was able to completely dodge the moment he lunged at me that day.
But I still remember the way he looked at me, he was like seeing his mother or someone important, his eyes were sad and scared, like a little beast who heard someone calling his name and subconsciously rushed over, not caring who the person calling him really was. Then hugged me tightly.
But I could tell from his eyes that he was hugging me and not any other person.
He knew who he was hugging, just as he did now.
"What's wrong with you?" I heard my own voice asking.
He didn't answer, he just buried his head in my chest and sobbed lowly. The tears seemed to be rolling as well, flowing on my already half ripped clothes, making me shiver.
At this moment my heart throbbed as if it was being clutched hard by a hand.
"I'm sorry." He said, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
I said.
It was probably because his scent was so strong in the room, or the wind blowing outside the window was so strong that I felt like I was surrounded by him.
I used to think he was a difficult person to understand. Some people may lie next to you for a lifetime, but when death comes you still don't know what kind of person he is. I thought Aaron was the same way.
But once again, I found that he was in fact really simple, both before and now.
He would stubbornly think that I should know that he and Deborah do not have any relationship and not to explain, but noticed my cold attitude towards him and kept sending those gifts that he thought I would like, also will not hesitate to admit his mistake and apologize in front of everyone when he found that he misunderstood me.
Even when telling me about his past with his old friend Tom, he confessed that he is still envious and jealous of him.
I don't think I should doubt such a person, especially since I have indeed fallen in love with him at this time.
But I must also admit that his attitude and manner did disappoint and upset me.
Yet at this point in time, when he has gotten his body temperature so high that he can't control his behavior all he wants to do is apologize to me, and I know I've moved on once again.
I know it's not a good time, but I'm leaving, and it's unlikely we'll ever see each other again, much less later.
Thinking about it, I put my hand, which was already raised high, down again, "It's okay." I whispered once again and stroked his hair.
I can't remember when my clothes were taken off by anyone, maybe him, maybe myself. But when I started to feel a little cold, he took mine in his own hand.
So we interlocked our fingers and pressed palm to palm.
Drops of sweat dripped down his cheeks and the tip of his nose, and one fell into my eye. I subconsciously tilted my head to blink when I realized I didn't know when I was crying.
He lowered his head to kiss me on the lips.
I didn't know that this kind of thing was so painful.
When I was fifteen years old and just becoming an adult, because of greed I had passed by the door of a family late at night, their house was so poorly soundproofed that I could still hear the moans of pleasure and laughter from the door when I was far away.
The next day at noon I met the lady of the house in the cafeteria, rubbing her back against her partner's arms, with a smile on her face that I remember very well.
I thought it would be happy for everyone.
But not until he actually entered me.
At that moment I felt like I had been wounded and it probably wouldn't be long before I bled profusely and was taken away in a strange state to see a doctor.
Hopefully it wouldn't be a doctor from Pabu's pack or Adele who would be attending to me then.
Before I passed out I thought about how Adele was still in her room waiting for me to join her brother in the kitchen for a turkey dinner, but unfortunately there was no way for anyone to tell her we were going to miss our appointment.
Reader's POV
Adele was completely confused about what was going on this evening.
She sat in her room for at least three hours waiting for no one, not only her good brother, but also her good sister Bertha, who hadn't let anyone come back with any more messages. So she ran to the library attic to look for them, however the library was dark.
She was so worried that she ran to the office again, but to her surprise, the office door was also locked tightly and no one was there.
So she simply went to ask Sam, who saw her like a ghost, "You're asking me? Weren't you in his room?"
"When have I been in his room?"
Adele didn't understand, "I stayed in my room."
"Then I'm not sure." Sam said honestly, "Anyway, he hasn't come out since he went into his room, probably too tired to fall asleep? After all, he's been really busy this time."
Adele thought about it and thought it was right.
Sam saw her still a little worried look to persuade her to go back to sleep, jokingly said, "Do not worry, even if something happens to me, he will not be in trouble, is not the presence of Bertha? Besides, even if Bertha is not here, that Princess Pabu will not leave him alone."
In fact, if he only said the first sentence Adele will not have any special intense reaction, maybe not only will not worry but also happy, but who let him say the last sentence?
Adele was already going to listen to him and go back to sleep when she heard and turned around and punched him twice on the knee, with no less force, and her voice sounded fierce, "What Princess Pabu? What Pabu Princess!"
Sam was a little pained by her pounding, but seeing her so excited had to quickly add: "That woman, that vicious woman."
"Who cares about her? I didn't expect Adele to let him off the hook at all, crossed her arms and continued, "Bertha is in charge enough, who wants her to be some raggedy princess."
"Yes, yes." Sam chimed in.
"You're looking good for that princess now too." Adele said getting angrier and angrier, "You think she's good don't you?"
Sam thought to himself, 'Where do I think she's good? I want her to get out of here but your brother won't let me', but seeing that Adele was on the verge of tears, he quickly denied it to prove that he was on her side, "How is that possible?"
He said seriously, "Who doesn't know that Bertha is the best choice for Luna and your brother likes her so much, how could I think anyone else is better."
"That's good." Adele huffed and gave him a look, "I hate her, and one day I'll kill her."
Sam had absolutely no time to think about Aaron and his feelings now, he was taken aback by the short little girl in front of him.
"What did you say?" Sam knelt down and grabbed her shoulders, "You can't think about Adele like that."
"I know you hate her for what happened once upon a time. But now." Sam hesitated, but continued, "Now you have your brother, he will do everything right, you have to trust him."
In a rare move, Adele didn't continue to question him about anything, she just casually agreed, as if she hadn't noticed what he had said at all, and then turned and ran away. Leaving Sam, who was worried that she might do something bad, standing in place still dumbfounded and thinking.