At his house, Boris couldn’t sleep at all, knowing that his mate was just in the other room, sleeping alone and utterly defenseless. He had volunteered to sleep on the couch inside the spare room where Lyne was sleeping, but she imdiately kicked him out.
"How cruel..." Boris murmured as he got up from his bed.
He strode towards the door and went out to get so sort of alcoholic drink from his bar, but he stopped in his track as he heard so kind of noise in the drumming from kitchen. Sniffing, he smiled. He had caught Lyne’s scent.
"My rabbit is probably hungry," he whispered to himself as he quietly approached her.
Tossing and turning, Lyne couldn’t get a wink of sleep. So instead, she looked for so hot milk to drink even if she didn’t know if Boris had so or not. After all, she wouldn’t dare wake him up over sothing as insignificant as this. And besides, Boris was quite persistent on insisting far too many things towards her, so it was best option not to ask that man about anything.
"Damn!" she impatiently cursed as soon as she saw that nothing was inside the kitchen cabinet.
"What’s my little rabbit looking for?" Boris whispered in her ear.
At his sudden appearance, Lyne reflexively moved. However, Boris imdiately caught her hand, hugging her from behind and completely ignoring the attempted attack on him.
"Hey. It’s just , okay. Your mate, Boris, not so enemy to attack," he whispered from behind her ear.
Lyne could feel his hot breath. Another curse ca from inside her head before she hissed, "Let go! Why would you even sneak behind my back like that!? And stop calling mate!"
At her insistence, Boris released her as she then turned around to face him. Boris was scratching his head as he cheekily asked, "Apologies, my Lyne. I forgot about it at that mont. So tell , what do you need? I’ll prepare it for you if you want."
Lyne stared at him. Up until now, she still couldn’t believe how his handso face could turn into sothing so monstrous? Then again, all werewolves shapeshift in that kind of form. She didn’t like it at all. Well, not all werewolves were handso in human forms like Tyrone and Boris. Obviously, she preferred that Boris stay in his human and handso form. She smiled at the mory of his makeover. After all, it had revealed his handso face from behind all of the hair covering his face.
And predictably, her eyes widened in disbelief as soon as she realized what was going on inside her head again.
"Hello?" Boris tried to get her attention back.
Despite his overwhelming presence, Lyne quickly cleared her throat as she said, "I can’t sleep, so I’m looking for so milk."
"Oh, that? I only have powdered milk in here. Do you want it hot, warm, or cold?" Boris asked.
"Just hot, please," Lyne answered.
She watched as he grabbed the powdered milk from the last row of the cabinet that she hadn’t opened yet.
"Why are you outside anyway?" Lyne mumbled.
"Ah, I can’t sleep as well, so I planned to get so alcoholic drinks. You see, that helps sleep..."
"I see," Lyne nodded.
She sat at the kitchen counter, Boris joining her as she did.
"Here," Boris said, handing her a mug of hot milk. Without prompting, he sat beside her and asked, "Can I just ask you sothing?"
"Fire away..." Lyne muttered as she began drinking her milk.
"Do you despise ?" he straightforwardly asked.
Lyne was caught off-guard. In the short period that she got to know him, she discovered that Boris was honestly soone that was far too transparent for their own good. What she saw was what she got. She liked how he was brutally honest on everything, as well as with his blatant candidness, which was kind of opposite to her own disposition.
She unconsciously bit her lip and murmured honestly, "Well, I don’t actually despise you. It’s just that imagining myself as a werewolf’s mate is a bit too much for , you know? I probably just have a bad impression of your kind because of my father’s death."
Boris sighed, "I’m sorry if I’m a bit overbearing. You see, I’ve honestly been waiting for so long to find my mate that I got too excited when I found out that it was you," he wholeheartedly apologized. "You know... it was like a dream co true when I recognized your scent. I understand that you wouldn’t want to associate with my kind, especially after you’ve seen my monstrous wolf-man form. I didn’t want to show that ugly side of to you either, but I’m stronger and faster in that form. And as soon as I detected a strong presence near us, the thought of seeing you get hurt alard so much that I imdiately swept you away from that dangerous place."
Lyne didn’t know what ca over her when she reached out to touch Boris’s cheeks as she whispered, "That’s okay. You did it for . I probably just got too surprised, is all. You see, that form is quite scary, and we used to... Hmmm... kill so rogue ones using those forms..."
Her eyes quickly widened as she suddenly snapped out and realized what he was doing. She was about to pull her hand away, but Boris held it firmly.
"Just wait for a second. Your palm feels warm... It’s the first ti you ever touched , and I just want to feel it a bit more. Please?"
Lyne gulped hard, swallowing the lump in her throat as she timidly nodded. How in the world did she suddenly turn gentle towards him? And even then, what surprised her the most was how gentle Boris was despite his brusque aura and deanor. Or maybe he was only gentle around won like her?
’Dummy. You’re his mate, so he’s probably trying to soothe and coax you.’ her inner self warned her, causing Lyne to quickly pull her hand away as she held her mug with her two hands while drinking.
Boris chuckled, "You’re so cute, blushing like that." Then suddenly, his face beca serious as he boldly declared, "I will kill Danos, Lyne. I will take my revenge alongside your own vengeance for the man that killed your father. If I’m able to kill that werewolf, the one you despise the most... Do you think you can finally accept ?"
Lyne was speechless. She didn’t know how to answer such a proposition.
"You don’t need to answer it. Maybe, I’ll just find out the answer once I killed Danos," Boris murmured with a sigh.
Lyne suddenly stood up from her chair, saying, "I think I’ll go back to my room now."
"Alright. Dream of ... Well, at least the handso side of so that it won’t be a nightmare. I prefer the erotic kind of dream, okay?" Boris teased as Lyne walked out with her back towards him.
Watching her, he laughed hard when he saw Lyne raise her hand and give him a solid one-finger salute.
"Yeah! Fuck , baby!" Boris fired back.
"Go to hell!" Lyne yelled as her shadow disappeared. Boris shook his head with a grin. He honestly felt that his relationship with Lyne was progressing rather swimmingly.
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