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Goddess’s Design: His Fated Mate Chapter 64

Chapter 64
Willow
I stared at flames dancing in the fireplace in front of me, a mixture of shock and anger coursing through me. My clothes were being engulfed in flames before my eyes, leaving me with nothing to wear. This man!! He had truly kept his promise to confine me nked! Gritting my teeth, I returned to the bathroom. Thankfully, there was a towel that I wrapped around my bdy after drying my hair. I set out in search of Reuben, moving from the bathroom to the living room. I discovered it was a luxurious old-fashioned one-bedroom house, yet it had all the facilities one could ask for. Everything was beautiful and eye-catching, but I couldn’t ignore the fact that all the windows had been sealed from the outside. The corner of my lps twitched bitterly. Wasn’t this the reason he allowed me to bathe alone, without posting a guard outside the bathroom, knowing I couldn’t escape again? He had already planned everything meticulously. I couldn’t see what lay beyond the sealed windows nor could I discern our exact location, but I could sense that this wasn’t a packhouse. Detecting his scent, I headed towards the left side of the house, only to discover the kitchen where the Alpha stood in a white shirt cooking. His shirt was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, revealing the blue veins of his strong forearms. With messy hair falling over his forehead, his expression was as sharp as the edge of a sword, reminiscent of our college days. “You must be hungry. Come and take a seat,” he suggested, already aware of my presence as I stood in the doorway. He lifted his eyes to meet mine, taking a moment to scan me from head to toe, his gaze lingering on my breasts and thighs. The towel I wore was not large enough to conceal much, barely reaching my upper thighs. “Do you think I’m in the mood to eat?” I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him. Thankfully, his gaze returned to my face as I spoke. “Then what are you in the mood for?” He raised an eyebrow, serving the food onto two different plates. “You’re already in a towel, so maybe you can play the teasing girl and give me a b lowjob?” My face turned red in shame at his blunt remark. “You’re disgusting! What do you mean by teasing girl? I’m wearing this towel because of you. Why did you burn my clothes?” I demanded. “Isn’t the reason obvious, or do you want me to explain it to you in detail? So then you’ll call me vulgar?” he countered. I clenched my fists at my sides. “Enough is enough. I don’t want to argue with you. Just tell me how long you’re going to keep me here?” I questioned, trying to maintain control. “Forever,” he calmly replied as he came to the dining table with both plates in his hands and set them down. “Are you crazy?!” I yelled. ούτ “Did you just figure that out today?” he retorted. “Stop this craziness, Reuben,” I said as he walked closer to me, his back straight and stern green gazé 1/3 12:45 .Fri, 8 Mar Chapter 64/ GB 57% +5 fixed on me. “You are the one who has made me do such crazy things, Willow. You promised that you would not run away, but you broke your promise in the end,” he countered. “Don’t blame me for what I did,” I shook my head. “You always do whatever you want whenever your obsessive possessiveness kicks in. You can’t accept the consequences of your own actions and try to cover it up with your insanity. You have kidnapped me, locked me up in a cage, and are refusing to let me go. Do you think that all of this will change anything between us?” I questioned, looking deep into his eyes. “You’re right,” he suddenly confessed. “I struggle to face the consequences of my own actions, but I deeply regret them, am committed to making amends, and am seeking redemption for my sins. I strive to break free from repeating past mistakes and long to forge a new path forward with you. If I could, I would rewind time and prevent myself from committing all of those grievous wrongs against you. But what about you?” His final comment cut through me like a knife. “All you do is run away.” His accusation struck me like a bolt of lightning, leaving me speechless and frozen in place. “Whenever the situation turns against you or becomes too difficult to handle, you choose to flee rather than confront it. Life is filled with ups and downs, yet there have been numerous occasions when you’ve surrendered at the first sign of adversity. Instead of facing the darkness head-on and overcoming it, you simply retreat,” he remarked, his voice laden with gravity and depth, echoed in my ears like a solemn decree. My heart quivered with pain in my chest as I bit my lp, “It’s true, I’m a coward, running away seems like the only option when I’ve been betrayed repeatedly. It’s the only recourse I can muster when I’m exhausted from being used and manipulated. When all the honesty I’ve poured into our bond is swept away by a single one of your lies. It alters the very meaning of my existence, all I can think of is leaving instead of enduring it. How can a mighty Alpha like you, driven solely by instinct and obsession, understand the depths of pain and hurt that I’ve endured? If running away is the only balm for the wounds you inflict upon me, then why shouldn’t I run?” I countered, unable to hold back the slight watering of my eyes, my emotions breaking through.
The room descended into an eerie silence when I finished speaking. He gazed at me wordlessly, our emotions intertwining in the heavy air. The pain was palpable, shared equally between us, and yet we both bore it. Gripping that thread from either side, regardless of how deeply it cut into our flesh and making us bleed, we persisted in holding on, refusing to let the other go.
“I understand,” he murmured, inching closer until our faces were barely an inch apart. “Running away seems more appealing to you than having a conversation, doesn’t it? That day, six years ago, you didn’t wait for me. You ran away, believing I had abandoned you, even though I never rejected you or asked you to leave my life. Now, six years later, you still don’t feel the need to wait for me. You’ve simply taken the children and attempted to disappear from my life, brutally crushing my feelings and breaking my heart. At this juncture in our lives, where you can demand rejection from me but not answers, you never stay to confront and discuss things, Willow,” he touched my cheek, wiping at the tears that I did not even know were flowing down to my cheek.
“If only you had waited for me so that we could have communicated like we always did in the past, none of us would have ended up like this,” he whispered softly, then took a step back and left the house without looking back.
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I collapsed to the floor, and broke into tears. Would we really not have ended up this way if I had not left that day? But had he left anything for me to wait for him? Any hope or trace of love?

Goddess’s Design: His Fated Mate Novel by Pooja

Goddess’s Design: His Fated Mate Novel by Pooja

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Willow “It can’t be my baby!” Reuben tossed the pregnancy report onto the bed where I sat, my eyes wide with shock. “What do you mean?” I stammered, my voice hardly escaping my throat. My heart sank as I watched him deny his own flesh and blood. “I returned from the pack after two months, and now you’re telling me you’re pregnant? Does that even make sense?” Reuben’s growl was filled with frustration. My mind went blank as I stared at my soulmate. I had anticipated his return with excitement, expecting him to embrace me and share in the joy of our first child. I had imagined he would be overjoyed to know that he was going to be a father. However, I never expected Reuben to react with such rage to the news of my pregnancy, indirectly accusing me of infidelity and rejecting his own child. “It’s our baby, Reuben,” my voice shook, “Have you forgotten that you showed up in my room two months ago when you were in a rut? We made love the whole night without protection.” I tried my best to remind him of that night, desperately seeking Reuben’s soft, love-filled eyes, but all I got in return was sternness and growing bitterness. “So you’re using my rut as an excuse?” he growled. “I was in rut, but you were in your senses, right? If I hadn’t used a condom, you could have used the morning-after pill or birth control to prevent this from happening. Or at the very least, you could have told me about our mistake that night.”

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