Made For Him novel Chapter 6

"Find Kiara," She demanded. After a prolonged silence between them, he spoke, "Very well. If I find her, you'll be mine." He growled the last part and with that the lust was back in her but she didn't show it.

"Very well," She didn't miss a beat as she said that. It only increased the possessive look in his eyes but she was soon to add, "Till then, you wouldn't touch me." It earned her another growl from him. She didn't realize that she just gave him a task that he'd gladly do, provided such an amazing prize. He'd gladly do anything if it meant getting to keep her forever in return.

"Very well," He said with determination as he leaned back before adding, "I'll have my wolves look for her tonight," She nodded at him, sitting straight with her arms crossed on her chest.

"Why don't you finish eating before you give me her details?" He offered. She let her arms drop before turning to the table and continuing to eat. He sat beside her but now, there was a healthy distance between them which was lacking previously.

After they were done, Haestus guided her back to the room she woke up in.

"Is this your room?" She asked even though she knew the answer to her question already.

"Yes," He answered curtly.

"I'd like to stay in a separate room for now," She demanded. It had him stopping in his tracks and turning towards her to give her a questioning look but the determination that decorated her face had him saying, "Very well... for now," before he led her to one of the small guest rooms in his wing.

"How about this?" He asked as he opened the door for her and let her in. The room was smaller than the one she woke up in and so was the bed but it was still lavish. She nodded.

"Now, tell me about her." He demanded as soon as she had seen her room.

"Kiara..." She trailed off, "She looks like..." and she gave Haestus all the details of her friend. She knew that he'd find her. She had challenged a wolf and she knew that he'd gladly prove himself. He had found her; he'll find Kiara too. She just wished that he is not too late to reach to her.

"Anything else you have to tell?" He asked, looking serious. He wanted to find Kiara as soon as possible. He couldn't wait to have Orabelle. After such a hard time, he deserved her. It wouldn't be fair to him if after working so hard, he didn't get her.

"What if some witch hunters got to her before you?" She questioned. She wanted to know the level of commitment that he was ready to attain to get the work done successfully. Her question only increased the sternness on his face.

"My men will find her," He said looking her in the eyes, without missing a beat.

"Anything else?" He inquired but Orabelle simply shook her head at him.

"What's your favorite color?" His next question was totally irrelevant to the topic and didn't match the sternness that decorated his face. It took her some time to realize that he had actually asked her that but why?

She couldn't find any reason why he'd need to know that.

"Why?" She voiced the question that floated in her head.

"You don't want to be wearing that all the time, would you?" He asked while nodding to the oversized shirt that was threatening to slip off her body. She wasn't aware of how he could see her through the fabric. It only made him want her more.

She looked down and suddenly, she noticed the faint outline of her breasts that was clearly visible through the shirt. A small gasp left her lips. How come she didn't notice it sooner?

Her head quickly snapped at him to find his eyes trained on her assets. Blood rushed to her cheeks as her hands flew up to fold themselves on her chest to hide the sight of her assets from him but it didn't matter to him because he had seen her already. It was he who had changed her clothes when she was passed out. It took a vicious amount of self-control on his part while he changed her clothes.

She had the most beautiful body he had ever seen. It was made all made for him.

Suddenly, the realization dawned upon her that she hadn't been wearing those clothes when she ran from the bar. Someone had changed her clothes and judging by the look on his face, it was... him. Her face reddened even more while the corner of Haestus' lips turned up into a mischievous smile.

She glared at him while her face continued to turn redder.

"Leave me alone," She gritted at him. The embarrassment that she felt couldn't be conveyed in words.

"Okay..." He trailed off while rising from his seat, "I'll bring you some decent clothes that you could choose from." And with that, he left her alone. She covered her face with a groan and fell back on the small bed.

On the other hand, Haestus left the wing after walking out of her room. But he was careful enough to lock the place so that she couldn't come out or no one else could go in. If anyone found her then it would be a great mess.

"Where have you been?" Arles asked him as soon as he had entered the courtroom. Haestus froze before he picked his words carefully and answered, "I was in my wing, resting."

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