Un-Worthy

Pov.Asteria

I completely relaxed my consciousness and put my trust in Cahya. I could see right through our eyes, and the fact that there was not a single flash of light made me even more nervous.

"Cahya, are you sure about this?" I asked anxiously.

"Could you trust me for a second?" she snapped.

"I do trust you. I don't understand anything of this," I justified and started scratching my wrist.

Cahya suddenly stopped in her way, like she was waiting for something.

"What are you doing?" I inquire.

"We wait and be patient," she murmured.

She kept our body standing there, for like it seemed forever until I heard loud steps. In that instant, Cahya retracted back inside our head, giving me complete control. I was about to reach out for my sword, but Cahya's voice stopped me.

"Don't," she said harshly.

"That person is one of them," I explained.

"I know, but just trust one last time," she begged, and those words made me let go. "Rely on your senses, feel everything around you."

I left out a sigh. I could hear the person getting closer. There it was again that scent. The sparks I felt inside me now seem to be a full-out storm going on.

And on that exact second time seemed to stop. I took a step back in fear. No, I was terrified. Who was playing this prank in me? It's a dream.

It had to be. I am UnWorthy.

"Mate," we both simultaneously whispered.

No, this can't be happening. I can't take another pain like this. I won't survive not this time.

He approached me, and I stiffened, not having control of my body, paralyzed in fear, just like that night.

I knew what he was doing. He was looking for something, but I knew he wouldn't find it. What he was looking for was already stolen.

I felt his breath brush my neck, and somehow that made me shudder in pleasure. No, I won't do this to myself. It's better if he rejects me. It would be an instant game over for me, but I don't care.

Suddenly he growled as he was standing behind me, pulling me back towards his chest. I was short next to his size. I didn't know this man. I didn't even know how he looked. I hadn't dared to look at him after I saw the blue-black depths of his eyes. They were like the ocean in the night of a storm.

His deep but sexy voice suddenly rang out, making me jump in my place, but not able to escape from his grasp. "You haven't been a good girl, have you?"

Those words burned like my father's grasp. I blocked for a few seconds then snapped out of his arms. I promised myself I wouldn't be weak.

"Don't touch me, please," I begged. Taking a step closer to me, I took out my sword and pointed it out. "Please," I begged once again.

He raised his hands, showing he didn't show any harm, but I knew different. You can't trust men. They can destroy you with their bare hands.

I shook my head and looked up, which allowed me to check him out. He had a sharp jawline that seemed that could cut through everything. His beard was perfectly cut, and he had these lips that weren't too big but not too small. Just perfect. His black shirt seemed to stick against his defined 8-pack.

I averted my gaze, not wanting him to think I may be interested in him.

"Done checking me out?" he asked with a cocky tone.

"Don't flatter yourself," I said, but blushing at the same time. I cleared my throat to get his attention as I realized that he was doing the same thing I had done just seconds ago.

"What is your name?" He asked as I crossed my arms over my chest, not liking his hungry looks.

"That is none of your business," I said, making eye contact with me.

"It is when it comes to my mate," he said angrily.

"It's not when you are going to reject me," I snapped.

"Who said I would reject you?" he asked furiously.

"I just thought," I stopped to take a deep breath and rearrange my thoughts. "I mean, I'm not pure anymore, don't you want a pure mate."

He looked at me straight in the eyes, making me get lost in those dark blue depths. "I've waited for you all my life, and you think I will give you up that easily?"

I blushed, averting my gaze pulling my hoodie further over my hair. I didn't want him to see my golden locks, just not yet, at least.

I averted my gaze, not wanting him to think I may be interested in him.

When I averted my gaze, I noticed Emily was not there anymore. I instantly freaked out. Where is she?

"Emily!" I screamed, walking away from my mate.

"What is going on?" My mate asked, grabbing my hand.

I snatched my hand out of his grasp. I turned to look around, not knowing where to go. Having a panic attack, and I felt like the walls were closing in on me.

"Hey, look at me," my mate grabbed my shoulders as I dropped to my knees, scratching my wrist and breathing harshly. "Inhale, adn exhale," he grabbed my hand and put it over his chest. "Feel how I breathe. I want you to follow my breaths."

I was surprisingly calming down fast.

"I need to find Emily," I whispered, being able to talk.

"Who is Emily?" he asked.

"She is my best friend," I replied.

He nodded, lifting me. He snatched my hand, which seemed not to have stopped scratching my wrist.

"A, think he deserves your name," Cahya whispered.