Veronica saw the majestic ceiling in her eyes as she awoke in a trance. She was so dizzy that she couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.
“Uncomfortable.” Her body seemed to disintegrate as she gradually opened her eyes and saw an infusion tube and bottle. "I'm not dead. How could I have the chance to live? I was in the woods earlier and now in a large, unoccupied bedroom."
"O-Oh." Veronica struggled to sit up on the vast bed. She was too weak to move. "Werewolves are supposed to heal fast. Why is my body so fragile–"
She suddenly stopped as soon as she raised her head and saw a tall and slender figure standing at the end of the bed. "Seemed like I'm still in hell," she mumbled, which could be heard by the man with sharp hearing ability.
Specifically, the Alpha stepped on the bed and stood on it with his hands behind his back, bare feet on the blanket. Three buttons on his light-colored shirt are undone, displaying his gorgeous collarbone. His gray pants fit his straight legs perfectly, revealing his lovely clavicle. His attractive face was tense, and his dark eyes were staring at Veronica with rage. A portion of his purr is now entirely upright due to fury.
Upon initially seeing a figure standing on the bed, Veronica was terrified and dumbfounded. She disliked Jaxon to the bone, but when she saw him abruptly stepping on the bed with his eyes sharp open like a lion, she didn't know whether to laugh or be furious. Perhaps since she had died, he no longer made her feel as loathsome and disgusting as before.
Upon seeing her awakening, Jaxon's rage intensified, and he began to scream nearly wildly, "Veronica! You must be out of your head! Are you insane?"
"What? Why me? Isn't he the one who is crazy? He is so paranoid, right?" Veronica wanted to convey these words but refrained because she didn't want to die for the second time in the forest and starvation again even though she was already dead.
"Aghh…!" Veronica had just recovered consciousness, so she was somewhat confused by the scolding, could not respond appropriately, and could not do anything except look blankly at the man in front of her.
"I told you to die, and you planned to do it?! Why are you so obedient to that part? And when I command you to be my mate, you did not even give it a second thought to follow?" Jaxon screamed, glaring condescendingly at her. "You would rather choose death than beg for my mercy!"
The rouges withdrew from the forest on the third day. He no longer forbade the rouges from preventing her from eating. However, she still did not know anything and did not even try to fight them. She just cried, reminiscing about unnecessary things! So foolish. Veronica would've perished if he hadn't discovered her in a coma and hurried in to save her.
“You didn't even resist before death! Idiot! A stupid little wolf!" Jaxon reprimanded her severely, his seductive voice already warped and gruff. As if insulting her was insufficient, he kicked her bed cloth to express his rage.
Veronica was perplexed by the scolding. 'After wanting me, himself to die, why, in return criticizing me for desiring to end my life? I don't know what's happening with this Alpha's head.'
She discovered that her skirt had been replaced with a nightgown when the quilt was removed. She stared at it weakly and did not have enough interest to compliment it. However, Jaxon said what was in her mind.
"Yes, I changed it!"
Veronica regarded him wordlessly and whispered, "Don't be so shameless."
She could not face that the man about to murder her was now berating her as if it were her fault. His absurdity nearly revived her intellect and caused her to question her memories.
"Shameless?" Jaxon was somewhat agitated, glaring at her angrily and stomping violently on the bed.
If it weren't for the quality of the Knight's bed, she would have been rattled enough to fall out of bed. Veronica yielded to his insults and lacked the strength to argue, so she leaned on the head of the bed and remained mute, her eyes dropping.
"Let him do what he pleases. I don't even want to fight anymore," Veronica mumbled, closing her eyes.
"Don't pretend as if you are dead!" Jaxon became angrier after seeing her indifference and kicked her in the leg.
Veronica scowled in agony and asked the tall Alpha in a state of helplessness, "What do you...wish to do?" She is so frail that she can only intermittently express her words.
"I want to kill you," Jaxon stated. "After that, I'll dry you and clip you to the book to use it as a bookmark—"
"Then, why don't you let me die? Isn't it good for us? Why should I still be saved...?" Her last sentence has faded.
"Because there's something I'd want to understand!"
Jaxon leaned weakly on the bed's head and regarded him with suspicion. He went in front of her, glared intently, and spoke sincerely, "Others might leave last words before passing away, but you leave paintings. Who is this man in your sketches? Explain it thoroughly!"
Jaxon abruptly hurled the stack of sketching paper behind him into the air. Pieces of sketching paper were spread like snowflakes around the bed. Veronica was in shock. She created these paintings in the forest, depicting her and that "mate" of her dreams. She painted while recollecting those scenes. On these sketching sheets, she repeatedly penned the phrase, "Wish I met you earlier, my mate."
She grabbed for the sketching pad while her lips trembled.
Jaxon's foot was elevated, causing the sketching paper to fly away. He glared at her with wrath in his voice, "Say! What does that mate means? Did you meet another man? Why are acting like that?! Did I treat you unjustly?"
"Did you not?" Veronica asked apathetically since she believed this question to be absurd.
"How did I mistreat you?" Jaxon smirked at her. "You were enticed to crawl into my bed, gave birth in secret, and suddenly acting you forgot about me. There are several mysteries and shadows in your heart. How could you claim that I am cruel to you?"
"I didn't lie," Veronica emphasized each statement in a calm tone, knowing that he would not trust her.
"If you're not lying how can you know details about your past yet no idea about the past of us! Not only that, you dare to call Veron when I'm with you under one roof!" Jaxon bellowed. "And if you are really not lying, you should make me believe instead of dying like a coward!"
Veronica was astonished for many seconds before she realized that Jaxon had not spoken a curse.
"Instead of dying like a coward." He advised her to let as if he was trying to persuade her not to commit suicide, the person who didn't believe her would say such things.
“Impossible.” Veronica swiftly refuted her emotions since he was the man responsible for her death. She stared at the figure in front of her with a bewildered expression. She seemed unwilling to acknowledge Jaxon at all.
"Why do you stare at me in such a way? I can't make a mistake! I am only educating you!" Jaxon eyed her with pride.
Such arrogance.
Veronica stared at him silently for some time before asking with little optimism, "Then...Can I find evidence to prove to you?"
"Of course, you can!"
Veronica believed she had misunderstood his words and was again taken aback. Why has he become so laid-back after she almost died in the forest?
“Did you really say yes?”
"Listen, Veronica. I never murder ignorance." Jaxon added, with a pompous attitude, "I'll give you one week. If you cannot prove your honesty, you must get back here and take care of our child."
In a week? Veronica wanted to protest that it was too short, but since Jaxon was temperamental and erratic, she could not negotiate with him. She did not want to die if she had the opportunity to live. Veronica nodded. Her heart had already flown out of the castle. However, she was so weak that even speaking made her exhausted.
“Okay, I agreed.”
"Now, you should explain another thing to me."
Veronica gulped, thinking that she must respond wisely to Jaxon because of the favor she gave to her. So, she politely replied, "What's the matter?"