“Lose Myself In Him.”

 Will he think she is just a greedy woman who is trying to suck in his wealth and power when she asks him what she was going to ask? 

 Micah doesn't want that but she doesn't have any other way. 

 As she stands before him in the garden, staring at his face which makes even all of the prettiest flowers here jealous, the words that she made up just burn inside her, and their ashes fly out of her in the form of a sigh. 

 When Severo stares at Micah with those eyes which are void of light, she knows he isn't so pleasant to have her here debating with herself in her head. So she said something that wasn't supposed to be said. At least it's not the way she wanted to say it. 

 "I want to live here." Those words escape her before she even realizes parting her lips. 

 Severo's face crumbles into a frown, his thick eyebrows creasing together as he cocks his head to the side, the action more animal than human. 

 "Not like that — I — what I mean is that in exchange for helping you with your rut, I wish to stay here." She stumbles over her words like a fool. From the way his lips are still pursed and his eyes narrowed, she knows he doesn't really understand her. 

 Micah tried again, "When I said I wanted to stay here, I didn't really mean staying here." Her finger swirls to the garden and the huge walls of the palace. "At the palace. I meant staying in this pack." 

 A hint of realization flickers into his orbs as he threads his fingers through his silky hair strands. Still not lending Micah a word of acknowledgment or acceptance. 

 She has this feeling that he is misreading her, what she feared the most. "I don't have anywhere to go, that's why." She sounds so pathetic but it's the truth. She doesn't need to convince him of anything but a part of her hates to have him see her as something she was not. 

 His eyes soften the moment he hears her words, but then the next moment he just erases all the remnants of the softness in his features as he stares into Micah with a stone face. "You have let the Queen fool you, lady Micah. I do not wish to use you for my ruts. I won't do that. I do not wish to do that."

 The shards of his words are tinged with insults. You wouldn't realize it if it wasn't for his slashing tone and the sharpness of his gaze. 

 "But as you said, if you haven't had a place to go, I would give you a place to live here. In this pack." He offers. An offer that blows a flame of unknown anger through her veins. 

 "Huh. You must enjoy killing off women more than I realize if you are refusing to spend it with the only one who is immune to your curse." 

 The flare of his nose and the blaze in his irises tells her that she has just stepped on his nerves but does she care? No. He begins it. 

 "Then go ahead and kill them off." Micah sneers with disgust. 

 He takes long strides toward her and hisses at her face, "Watch your mouth, Omega!" His voice is low yet the venom drips down on the words loud enough. 

 She hates it when someone calls her by her rank. Micah hates it so much that it scares her that she doesn't hate it or not even dislike it when he calls her like that. Is it because she is his Omega? Moon, what is wrong with her?

 "You do not know me. You haven't seen me at all before yesterday. You have a lot to learn about me if you are just gonna assume you know me." His breath clouds Micah's face. The words that flew past his soft lips are as blear as her brain fogs with his heavenly scent. 

 He is so close that she doesn't even dare to breathe because if she takes in those heavenly scents of rain and pine wood, she is afraid that she might lose herself in him. 

 She shouldn't have been enjoying this as much as she did. Is she losing her mind? 

 When Micah doesn't move an inch or respond to his words, he takes a few steps back, clearing his throat. Her heart is a wild beast that thuds at her ribcage so loudly that she wonders if he could hear it too. 

 His face is stoic as he says, "You can stay here, at the pack. I'll let you know once your place is ready. Till then you can stay here. At the palace." 

 He turns around to leave but Micah's words halt him in his tracks, "But I wish to help you on your ruts, My prince." 

 His eyes are wild again as they search through her own. "So that I can save those poor lives." His jaw clutch at her words, something flashes through his eyes and before she can comprehend it, he is walking away. 

 Without any word of promise.