They both left reluctantly and Ken also went away after getting the bowl with some water.
Xavier turned to me, placing the towel in the water and grabbing another one to clean the wounds.
His jaw clenched as he pressed the towel against my leg and arms and I wasn't sure if it was my heart beating so loudly or his.
The blood seemed to stop after a while, oozing quite slowly and I cleaned it once more with some gauze cotton and I yelped in pain.
If it was the full moon, then I would have healed easily.
Xavier carefully dressed my leg and arms with bandage, then cleaned the bruise on my face then turned me over slowly and removed the stained bed sheet.
I opened my eyes slowly, my head throbbing from pain and Xavier's eyes fixed on my every move. It was like he was watching my heart beat.
Tears fell from my eyes, and he immediately reached out to pat my hair.
"Is the pain unbearable?" he asked and I scoffed in between my sobs, finding his question ridiculous
How can the pain be bearable when my arms were nearly torn apart from my body.
I sniffled, my sobbing becoming louder, and I heard him gave an annoyed sigh.
"You should blame yourself" he muttered, seemingly upset.
"I wasn't…" I tried to defend myself but his fingers brushed along my jaw and I paused.
He lifted my chin quietly, his gaze focusing on me and before I could grasp what was happening, he pressed his lips against mine, forcing his way into my mouth.
My eyes widened in shock as I held my breath. I was momentarily paralyzed and couldn't move. My thoughts scattered in disbelief and I struggled to breathe.
'What is he doing?'
Anger surged through the haze of pain, and I lifted my bandaged arm to hit his chest. The motion sent a sharp sting up my arm but I didn't stop.
What kind of lunatic kisses someone who is half-dying?
"Have…you…lost…your mind?" I struggled to speak up, but my words were inaudible and merely a mumble.
Xavier's hand grabbed my wrist as I continued to hit him, and pinned it down onto the bed, hurting me more.
"Stop moving," he murmured against my lips, his voice low and commanding.
I twisted stubbornly, not minding the pain but his fingers tightened around my wrist, pinning me effortlessly.
My heart pounded so violently that it hurt and I tried to bite him to make him stop but I felt the warmth of something spreading into my mouth.
The faint taste of iron coated my tongue and I realized it was blood, his blood.
My breath caught, and I realized slowly that it wasn't a kiss. He was feeding me his blood.
The blood slid down my throat, and I swallowed without a choice, closing my eyes briefly.
Slowly, I stopped resisting and my breath came slower and deeper.
Feeling my surrender, Xavier's grip softened and he released my wrist but didn't pull away.
His hand brushed along my cheek instead, his thumb grazing the corner of my mouth with a knowing look.
The pain in my arms began to fade, and the searing cut on my leg cooled. My body felt lighter, almost numb.
My mind screamed in confusion at what was happening.
The air between us shifted and the warmth from his lips lingered. His scent wrapped around me like cedar, dark and wild and I looked up at him, breathless and confused.
Then it hit me.
The first time, I thought maybe it just happened, and it was only a minor injury, but again, he is healing me with his blood.
That's not supposed to be unless…
My heart stuttered as my brain whispered the only possible way to me, and I stared at him.
The goddess must be playing with me!
There is no way someone like Xavier could be my mate. But that was the only explanation. His blood healed me, again, and only a mate's blood could do that.
My lips parted, but no sound came out and bewildered, I searched his face for answer, hoping he had deny it but it seemed he had known already.
His unbothered gaze confirmed it and my heart leapt into my throat.
Twenty one is the official age for one to join the rites whereby one's mate is pronounced and revealed by the goddess, and I'm just eighteen, so it made sense that I didn't sense the mate bond but he however knew all along.
'How can he hide something like this?' I thought upset and suddenly, the crazy feelings I felt towards him made sense.
There was no way I would feel so attracted to my own nemesis and enemy unless the mate bond was pulling me and made me vulnerable to him.
'This is the second time he will heal my injuries with his blood'
I was lost in my thoughts and didn't see it coming until, Xavier's lips met mine again and my mouth was full of him the next second.
His lips were demanding. My back arched off the bed and I pressed my trembling hand against his chest.
I gasped, but my fingers curled weakly against his shirt as his mouth moved against mine, impossibly tender.
Once again, that feeling that makes me want to get naked under him filled my chest and I tried to push them away but it seemed bigger than before.
Xavier's hand slid to the back of my neck, tilting my head to fit perfectly against him. My body moved obediently like I wasn't the one in charge anymore but him and it felt terrifyingly right.
"Alpha…" I mumbled in his mouth, needing to breath, and he pulled away for a split second then pressed my body under him and placed his mouth near my neck.
I heard him growl, and then realize what he is about to do.
"Xavier…"
I pulled, hitting his shoulder but he seemed unable to control himself, and kept growling in resistance.
He was losing control. Only mates who have marked each other share blood. If blood is shared before bonding then the bond becomes irresistible.
Right now, Xavier's Lycan must want to mark me and claim me only for himself.
Oh goddess, that's what this is.
If that's what is happening, then…