Chapter 65: Nighttime Stroll
The turbulent wind rattled the nest like waves crashing against rock. Aggressive. Powerful. Unyielding. It howled and raged as if trying to tear the nest apart, twig by twig. So strong was the wind, Nova could feel the sturdy branches of the ancient tree sway slightly.
"I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down," Nova whispered into the night, her gaze focused on her surroundings, body yet to relax.
How could she relax when this wasn’t her home. Her home was probably running around the jungle in either outrage or still handling the problem that interrupted their time together. No, she couldn’t relax with her mind swirling with thoughts about Yoa and the current situation she’d been so stupid and weak to get herself in.
Vulcan had kidnapped her and planned on claiming and breeding with her. She refused to call it anything else. She had the distinct feeling that Vulcan will not waste any more time in presenting her as his Nokari and make it official. If she was... shudder... his, then there was a chance Yoa and the others couldn’t interfere.
Nova didn’t understand everything yet, but Vulcan seemed like an intelligent man. He had to know Yoa wouldn’t let this slide and would search for her. Bringing her back to Silver Flock should have been an unwise move. Should have been. It was Vulcan’s calm confidence that instilled apprehension in the pit of her stomach.
Fatigue clung to her rigid body like a relentless ex, blowing up her phone with texts and calls, desperate for attention. Unfortunately, she couldn’t block the feeling as easily as she could block a number. Her mind was too wired to rest.
She tossed and turned on the ’bed’ until she huffed and bolted upright, pacing quietly like the echo of her thoughts. It must have been at least two hours since Vulcan left her. She didn’t know where he might have gone but he was arrogant enough to believe she would simply roll over and sleep in his nest.
Sure, Nova had been lying in his bed as still as a rock, jumping at every little sound and watching the entrance to the nest, but she’d also been wavering, weighing her choices at the current situation. She couldn’t be too rash like she might have been the first few days of being in this... beast world.
She could wait for the others to rescue her like a damned damsel in distress—Hey, just call me Rapunzel, stuck in the tallest tower! Ugh. Her self-hatred was piquing right now and she fought hard to ignore it. Now was not the time.