The Night Wolf novel Chapter 39

Rowan slowed on his sucking and then completely stopped. After a moment Willow felt something moist on her neck, which happened not to be her blood. Willow would have blushed if she had the energy to do so as Rowan licked her wound.

Rowan suddenly stiffened, worrying Willow at what was going to cone but then he loosened his hand which had been holding her close to him.

Rowan froze on top of her body. Willow couldn't even feel the contraction of his chest nor could she see his face which was still buried in her neck.

Willow wondered if Medusa had passed by and turned him into stone but he still felt warm over her body so Willow dismissed the idea.

Willow didn't dare move. So she too froze, or atleast tried to but the loss of blood in her body made her take in oxygen in large amount.

Rowan who had been on top of her slowly rolled off her then he rolled again facing away from her.

Willow stared incredulously at Rowan who now lay on his side. She stared at his back as if willing him for an explanation.

But she didn't make a single sound, except for that of her loud breathing, which she tried to quieten too.

Rowan laying at his side looked like he was depressed. Willow blinked. Shouldn't she be the depressed one here? She was clearly robbed of her blood. Talk about giving an inch but taking a mile. Or in this case miles, since he did take in a lot of her blood.

Willow just glared daggers at Rowan's back. But she wasn't stupid enough to do anything else. She didn't want him to jump on her and take away the remaining blood.

She had to escape. That was totally it.

Willow got up or atleast tried to. She needed to charge her body, as quick as possible. At her fifth try she finally got up. She did it as quietly as possible, she didn't want to alarm this Rowan.

Willow imagined herself to be a spy. She had to get out of this room to save mankind. And she will, save mankind that is, and also herself. Pushing her leg to the side she felt her feet touch the ground. With the support of her hands she put herself to her feet.

Biggest mistake of her life. Or atleast one of them.

Her feet turned to cherry jello and she felt that it was about to splatter to the ground. She grabbed for the bed. The very moment she was pulled into a chest.

Willow flinched. The only other person beside herself in this room was blood thief-ahem Rowan!

The flinch didn't go unnoticed by Rowan.

"Willow," said Rowan, making her heart skip a beat at the familiar tone. "It's me."

"Rowan?"

"I'm not trying to kill you, that is for sure. But," paused Rowan. "I might be trying to woo you."

"Stop it! You should know that I'm still mad at you."

Rowan pulled back to stare at her face. "Why? I'll do everything, for you to forgive me."

"There are a lot of things, for one you ignored me for a whole week, that too without any explanation." Willow poked his chest.

"Well, I didn't want to do it either, but I had to. My feelings for you were growing, and I could see that you liked me too," Willow blushed with the fresh blood in her body at that, what did he mean by 'you liked me too'? Was she that obvious?. "But it wasn't possible between us. I didn't want to hurt you in the end when I find my mate. My Soulmate."

"Natasha said that I might be your Soulmate." Willow said quietly. Maybe she wasn't his soulmate but Willow didn't like the thought of him with anyone else.

Rowan pulled her tighter to him. "Yes, I'm coming there." Rowan smiled one of his breathtaking smile. "When I first met you, it was because you were bleeding that I was drawn." Willow furrowed her brows, but then she remembered that Triple had clutched her chin a bit too tightly, she did get a cut on her chin and then Rowan had given her his handkerchief.

Willow's eyes widened. "So, you helped me because you smelled my blood?"

"Your blood smelled so sweet, I wanted to taste it, it was nothing like the the ones I have ever tasted before, that was perhaps the first time I came acro-"