Chapter 4
As time went on, the monotony of the tests and puzzles grew increasingly tiresome. Each day felt like a never-ending cycle of repetitive tasks that failed to challenge or stimulate my mind. I found myself becoming bored to the point of tears, longing for something more intellectually stimulating.
Never had I experienced such a profound sense of boredom. It was as if my intelligence was being squandered, left to wither away in the mundane routine that had become my life. While the tests and puzzles Melxa assigned to me were designed to simulate my brain, they were merely drops in the vast ocean of my daily existence. I yearned for a break from the relentless sameness, a chance to engage my intellect in a more meaningful way. I needed to break free from this cycle of boredom. I needed new challenges that would truly utilize my intelligence.
I had dedicated my entire life to the pursuit of scientific knowledge and breakthroughs. On Earth, my name was known in academic circles, and I was respected for my contributions to various fields. However, all of that had changed. Here I was on a new planet, stripped of my identity and reduced to nothing more than a test subject.
But, despite the constant reminder of my lost freedom, I refused to let my intellect wither away. I still possessed the power to think critically and question the world around me. I may have been physically confined, but my mind remained free.
I found comfort and solace in the act of tinkering with the new journal Enzuk had given me. It was more than just a simple notebook; Enzuk had intended for it to be a companion of sorts, and in many ways, it fulfilled that purpose. The 'smart journal,' as I called it, possessed was a marvel of technology, designed exclusively for my eyes and thoughts. It possessed an extraordinary ability to unlock and respond solely to my touch, making it a truly personal and intimate companion. When opening the journal, a pen would miraculously materialize right at the center of the pages. It was as if the journal itself recognized my presence and eagerly awaited my thoughts, ready to capture them in ink.
What astonished me even more was the journal's seemingly infinite capacity. No matter how many pages I filled with my musings, reflections, and dreams, the journal would never run out of space. It was as if the pages regenerated themselves, ensuring that my thoughts would always find a home within its boundless embrace. The journal had become an extension of my very being, a confidant that understood me in ways no one else could.
Through the remarkable journal, I a sense of liberation.
In the quiet moments spent with my journal, I discovered the power of self-reflection and introspection. The journal's ability to unlock and respond to me alone fostered a sense of trust and vulnerability, enabling me to delve into the depths of my thoughts and emotions without reservation. Every day, I would write down my desires and goals, using the journal as a vessel to manifest my dreams and aspirations. It became a sacred space where I could freely express my guilt over the fate of Daren and Mike, two dear friends who I feared might have perished during the devastating attack on Earth. The uncertainty of their survival weighed heavily on my heart, and the journal became a confidant in which I confided my deepest anxieties.
But it wasn't just my friends that haunted my thoughts; Lieutenant Black also lingered in my mind. I don't know if I could still call him a friend, but I couldn't help but wonder if he, too, had managed to survive amidst the vastness of space. The journal became a repository for these musings, a place where I could release my worries and hopes for his well-being.
Jolting my mind back to the present, I grimaced at the puzzle in front of me. The puzzle, with its intricate patterns and interlocking pieces, seemed to mock me, reminding me of the constraints I felt both mentally and physically. As I gazed at the jumbled mess before me, I couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration building within.
My eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, taking in the glass walls and the sparse furnishings. I yearned for the outside world, for the fresh air and the warmth of the sun on my skin. The thought of being able to roam freely, to explore new places and experience new adventures consumed my mind.
The puzzles, once a source of solace and distraction, now seemed to taunt me. It represented the monotony of my life, the never-ending cycle of predictability. I longed for science! With a sigh, I reluctantly picked up a puzzle piece and tried to find its rightful place. I smirked. The puzzle was a metaphor for my life, a reminder that sometimes we must navigate through chaos to find our own sense of fulfillment. I tackled the puzzle piece by piece, my once-bored expression transforming into one of focused determination.
"You look pleasantly amused," I heard a voice echo from behind me, its melodic tone dancing through the air like a playful breeze. Startled, I swiftly spun around, only to be greeted by the enigmatic presence of Enzuk. His mischievous smirk adorned his face, as if he held a secret that only he could unravel.
My eyes were immediately drawn to his impeccable attire, a sight that seemed to transcend the boundaries of ordinary human fashion. Enzuk donned a flowing, long white robe, intricately adorned with delicate gold embellishments that whispered tales of ancient wisdom. The robe seemed to caress his tall, lean frame, accentuating his domineering presence.
His hair cascaded down like a waterfall of spun silk, his long, lustrous locks shimmered with a radiant white hue. Each strand seemed to possess a life of its own, swaying gently with every movement he made. As I stood there, transfixed by his appearance, I couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue and curiosity wash over me. Even when we were on Earth, he was always a mystery. A beautiful, sexy mystery. What was he up to this time?
"I'm bored out of mind, if you must know. What are you doing here?" I muttered under my breath; my frustration evident in my tone. In a strange way I was happy to see him, but upset I was happy to see him. I shouldn't be happy to see him. Not after what he did to me. So, what if he gave me a journal? A journal that I absolutely loved. That still didn't make up for what he did.
"Isn't it obvious? I came to visit you. Remember? Like you used to visit me?" There was a humor in his tone that I found irritating. I lifted my gaze to him, and sure enough there was a playful grin waiting for me. It was as if he had a knack for unsettling me, for pulling me out of my comfort zone and into a state of perpetual discomfort. How did he even manage to get in without me noticing? Was I truly that absorbed in my puzzle, or was he simply a master of stealth?
Refusing to give him the satisfaction of my attention, I turned my back on him and focused on the puzzle in front of me. The puzzle provided a temporary escape from his presence, but I couldn't shake the feeling of his eyes on me. It was as if he relished in making me uncomfortable, his amusement at my unease palpable.
"My visits had a purpose. Yours don't. You are only here to annoy me. Or maybe you like that fact that our situations are reversed."
As he chuckled, his playful tone filled the room. "Oh, come on," he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Your accommodations are much better than mine were. And you're wrong. My visit does have a purpose." His words piqued my curiosity. But then again, I couldn't help but recall his penchant for playing games, which only added to my suspicion. "On my first visit, I gave you a journal. Which you seem to be enjoying."
True. I raised a brow. Was he trying to say that he had another gift for me?
"Do I have your attention now?" He smiled. "Or would you rather continue to ignore me with your fascinating puzzle?"
I folded my arms as I stared into his bright blue eyes. "What is the purpose of your visit then?"
He smiled as he held his hand out to me. "Come with me." I stared at it suspiciously. "Unless you'd rather I'd leave."
"I don't trust you."
"I'm not asking for your trust. I'm aware of how you feel about me. I'm asking you to come with me."
"Go with you where?"
"Out of here," he smiled. Out of here? "Don't you want a change in scenery?" Yes. I did. The temptation to leave my cell was almost too overwhelming to pass up. I raised another eyebrow, contemplating his offer. His confident smile and the glimmer in his eyes intrigued me, despite my initial suspicion.
Fine, I thought as I reluctantly reached out and placed my hand in his. He didn't disappoint me last time. And I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to get out. As soon as our hands touched, a surge of warmth and energy coursed through me. Without a word, he led me away from where we stood, guiding me to the glass that I was sure wouldn't open. At least not for me.
"Um," I said with uncertainly. "I-I don't think I can go through like you."
As soon as he placed a hand on the glass, a mesmerizing glow emanated from it, casting a soft, ethereal light in the room. Intrigued, I watched as he pulled me closer, his eyes filled with excitement and anticipation. With an encouraging gesture, he urged me to take a step forward and cross the threshold of the glowing door.
My heart raced with both interest and nervousness. The door seemed to pulsate with a strange energy, beckoning me to embark on a new adventure. With a deep breath, I summoned the courage to trust in the unknown and placed my hand on the glass, feeling a tingling sensation beneath my fingertips. As I stepped through the glowing door, a rush of warmth enveloped me, filling my senses with a surreal sensation.
And then, just like that, I was out. I was outside my enclosure!
As I looked around the Melxa's laboratory, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The sterile white walls and neatly arranged equipment hinted at the countless experiments and discoveries that had taken place within these walls. It was so comforting. It was no surprise that Melxa's laboratory felt like a second home to me. Melxa was a brilliant scientist.
"Impressed?" He asked.
"Yes. Melxa's lab is amazing. There is only so much I can see from my cell, but it's so much bigger than I ever imagined."
"I meant about passing through the glass walls of you cell, but I suppose Melxa's lab is just as impressive."
"Oh," I said, "Well, that too was pretty impressive. How did you do that anyway? I've pushed against that glass many times, and it's never responded to me in that way."
"You have to have the right touch," he smiled.
"More like right DNA," I scoffed.
"That too."
He took a few steps closer to me, closing the physical gap between us. He haulted in font of me and placed his hand on my lower back pulling me toward him.
"W-w-wha-"
"Are you ready for an adventure?" I placed my hands on his chest as I contemplated his words.
"What sort of adventure?"
"Does it really matter?"
"No. Not really."
"Good. I don't want to ruin the surprise before we get there."
"Get there? Are we traveling?"
"I am. You are just hanging on," he turned his back to me and kneeled. "Get on."
In that moment, time seemed to stand still as I hesitated, my hands trembling slightly. But the undeniable connection between us urged me forward. I slowly placed my hands around his neck, feeling the strength that lay beneath his exterior. He effortlessly lifted me, his strength evident as I instinctively intertwined my legs around his chiseled frame. A rush of crimson flushed my cheeks. The mere thought of finding myself in this intimate embrace with him seemed like a distant fantasy, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
He wasn't human, but God, was he beautiful. I couldn't help but feel a rush of discomfort as my dress hitched up, revealing more of my thighs than I intended. Instantly, an unexpected wave of sensations surged through my core, stirring up emotions I wasn't prepared for. In that moment, a flood of memories from the recent, vivid dream I had of him came rushing back, intensifying the already charged atmosphere. The dream, with its tantalizing imagery and forbidden desires, had left an indelible mark on my subconscious. Now, as I straddled him, those forbidden thoughts merged with reality, blurring the lines between fantasy and the present moment.
My mind raced, conflicted between the undeniable physical attraction and the knowledge that these feelings were unwelcome. I desperately tried to push the memories aside, to regain control over my thoughts and emotions. Yet, the more I resisted, the stronger they seemed to grow, entangling me in a web of longing and desire.
"Are you ready?" He asked with a hint of amusement.
"Yes," I said quickly.
"Ok. Hold on." His words, simple yet loaded with a sense of urgency, hung in the air, urging me to trust him. I tightened my grip around his neck, as I clung on tightly, my heart pounding in my chest, as if it were trying to escape the confines of my ribcage. I didn't know where we were going, but anywhere was better than my glass prison. I smiled and placed my forehead against his neck. I was ready to go. Hell yes I was.
And then, with a sudden jolt, we were off. He soared with such incredible height. The sound of his powerful claws echoed through the air, creating a symphony of crashing and scraping against the walls as he effortlessly scaled them. With each movement, I held on tightly, my grip firm around his neck, and legs squeezing his torso. The rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins as we soared through the air. It was energy and rush I needed after being cooped a cell.
As he propelled us forward, we swiftly traversed through a vacant hall, the darkness enveloping us like a shroud of mystery. Finally, we burst through a threshold, greeted by the embrace of the clear, crisp atmosphere. The world around me blurred into a whirlwind of colors and shapes, as if reality itself was being reshaped before my very eyes. The wind whipped through my hair, tugging at the strands as if it were trying to pull me away from the Enzuk. But the feeling was amazing!
I surrendered myself to the unknown, to the exhilarating rush of adrenaline that coursed through my veins. As we soared through the sky, my worries seemed to fade into the distance, replaced by a newfound sense of freedom. I smiled from ear to ear as I breathed in the fresh air and felt the warmth of the sun. With each passing moment, the world beneath us transformed, revealing hidden wonders and untold mysteries. The mundane confines of my cell were replaced by breathtaking landscapes. It was a different realm, a place where imagination and reality intertwined seamlessly. My heart raced uncontrollably. Every beat echoed in my ears, a constant reminder of the adrenaline coursing through my veins. As we gradually came to a stop, my tightly wrapped legs trembled around his body with a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.
Blinking rapidly, I fought to regain focus, my eyes struggling to adjust to the blinding brightness that surrounded me. It was a stark contrast to what Enzuk had described about his home planet - a place cloaked in darkness and icy coldness. Confusion washed over me, questioning the authenticity of his words. With a graceful motion, Enzuk lowered himself onto one knee, his towering figure offering me a stable platform to dismount from his back, to which I did.
Time seemed to stand still, allowing me to fully appreciate the beauty of the world from this newfound vantage point. The cool breeze whispered secrets in my ear, carrying the scent of freedom and adventure. The expanse of the open sky stretched out before us, an endless canvas of possibilities. I grasped, as I looked around, what looked like an endless garden, the sheer magnitude of nature's beauty. The vibrant colors of blooming flowers danced in the gentle breeze, captivating my senses and filling the air with a sweet, intoxicating scent. The lush greenery stretched as far as the eye could see, creating a mesmerizing tapestry of life and tranquility.
"Go on," Enzuk said with a smirk. "I know you're dying to stretch those legs."
"What is this place?" I asked as my feet sunk into the lush green grass.
"A hidden sanctuary," Enzuk replied, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "No one really comes here, because most don't know about it."
"But…I thought you said your planet was dark and cold," I said, my curiosity piqued. "This is the first time I am actually seeing your planet, and it is far from dark and cold." His previous descriptions had painted a picture of a desolate and inhospitable world.
He smiled, his eyes filled with amusement. "It is dark and cold. In the winter," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. His response only deepened the mystery surrounding his planet. I raised an eyebrow, skepticism evidence on my face.
"You know that's not what I was asking you," I said with exasperation.
"Still. I answered your question truthfully."
"You told parts of the truth."
"Well, you failed to specify what you really wanted to know. You asked what my planet was like. That was such a broad question. So, I gave you a broad answer."
I had to force myself not to roll my eyes as I turned away. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the soft, velvety grass beneath my feet. I felt a deep connection to the earth, as if I had become a part of this harmonious ecosystem. The gentle caress of a gentle breeze on my skin and the warmth of the sun's rays on my face reminded me of the simple pleasures that nature offers.
"Do you like it here?"
"Huh?" His question caught me off guard, and I turned toward him, trying to process his words.
"I said, do you like being here?" he repeated, his voice filled with curiosity.
A small smile formed on my face as I responded, "Are you joking?" The beauty of this place left me in complete awe. It was beyond amazing; it was paradise. After spending countless hours confined within the walls of an artificial environment, stepping into this realm of authenticity was like a breath of fresh air. "Yes. I do like it a lot. It's nice to be out of my cell. The fresh air is so…amazing. This place is beautiful."
"Good. I think fresh air is good for the soul. It's not good to be cooped up all day in a cell. I should know." He smirked.
"You know we didn't have a choice. We had never seen anything like you before. And it's not like you came in peace. What else were we supposed to do?"
"I'm not upset that I was put in a cell. I expected that. I just didn't expect…" I waited for him to finished anxiously when he paused.
"What?" I asked, eager to know what he meant. "What didn't you expect?"
"You," he replied after a brief pause. His gaze swept over me, causing a blush to creep up my cheeks.
"M-me?"
"Yes, you. Isabella, I don't know what transpired between us back on Earth. I'm still trying to make sense of it. But whatever it was, it has caught my interest."
"So, that's why you spared my life? You think we have some deeper bond?"
His eyes narrowed. "You were also preserved for scientific purposes."
"That doesn't answer my question. I think it's funny that you're the one now avoiding the topic of bonding. On Earth you had no problem pushing the topic."
"I'm not avoiding it the topic. And I don't mind discussing the idea of bonding. I just don't think you should jump to conclusions about my actions. Yet. Don't get the wrong idea about me."
I half smiled. "I rubbed off on you, didn't I?"
"No."
"Am I mate material?"
"No. I already said that would never happen. Omna and humans do not mix."
"Then why are you here with me? Why did you bring me here? Shouldn't you be looking for your mate? You said you would find one after the war. Well, the war is over. Shouldn't you be settling down or something?" In truth, I was happy to see him, but I was enjoying watching him squirm. On Earth he had said that our conversations meant nothing, but clearly, they did. Clearly, I was more important than a mission at this point.
"I feel indebted to you in some way. You went through great lengths on Earth to secure my comfort. You didn't have to. But you did. And since I don't like debts, I decided to repay your kindness today. Besides," he grinned, "don't act like you don't like my visits."
"I don't know what you mean."
"I think you do. Be honest. You like when I visit with you."
I scoffed. "Yeah. I love the visits of someone who tried to kill me." Which was actually true, sadly.
"But I didn't."
"I'm not so sure you didn't. Melxa had to save me. And it's Melxa who has continued to look after me."
"And you think Melxa could have pried you from my hands without my permission? Remember, it was just the two us in that dark enclosure. There was no Melxa around to save you. Do you really think anyone but me could have allowed you to live?"
"I-I don't know. You could have thought I was dead..."
He scoffed. "I know how to assure that someone is dead, Isabella. I'm telling you now. You wouldn't be alive if I didn't let it happen."
"You stabbed me. Now you are claiming that you saved me? And what about that whole speech you gave me every day. That I must die. That there would be no peace between us."
He lowered his gaze. "I said those things because that's what I really thought. Initially, I never anticipated experiencing a change in my perspective. But, I did. And I had a hand in preserving you, Isabella. You can deny it all you want, but the truth is I did save you."
"Right. Because you had a change in perspective? So let me get this straight. After you stabbed me, and I blacked out, you some epiphany that made you want to consider pursuing peace? Suddenly you completely changed? After you wiped out every human? I think it's funny how you suddenly had this grand epiphany of sparing my life, after you killed everyone. And tried to kill me."
"I did not kill everyone. And you are still alive. Which I told you would not have happened without my permission."
"Yes. But what about the others? Daren. Mike. Lieutenant Black, and all the people at the base. Did your mercy extend to them? Or was I just the lucky one?"
He calmly stared at me as he looked me up and down. "Daren," he said with thought. "The one who brought you food. The one you yelled at to leave?" I blinked a few times, disappointment etched on my face. I should never have treated him so harshly. He was only trying to do what was best for me. He always thought about my needs.
"Yes," my voice cracked.
Enzuk laid down on the grass, placing his hands behind his head as he stared up at the sky. "He abandoned you. Why would you care what happened to him?"
"He wouldn't abandon me. I know him. Black probably forced him to leave when the base was being attacked. Or he might have thought I was dead."
"No. He saw his chance to escape, and he did. At least for a time." Enzuk smiled.
"Answer my question. And all of it. No part truths. Did you kill him?"
Enzuk rolled over to his side and propped his elbow up, laying his head in his hand. "First tell me why you care so much. Do you love him?"
"I...well," I hesitated, my gaze meeting Enzuk's piercing blue eyes. He studied me intently, his gaze locked with mine. "I don't know. I have strong feelings for him, a deep affection. But perhaps...perhaps it goes beyond that. Maybe what I feel for him is love. I miss him so much."
"That's not what I asked. No part truths."
"I am telling the whole truth. The answer is not that simple, you know." He smirked. "Stop looking at me like that. Like you know something I don't. I'm sorting it out."
"If you say so," he replied.
"So. Do you know if he is ok? Did y-you kill him?"
His jaw clenched. "No. I did not kill him. And I am not sure about his whereabouts right now."
"But you do know how to find out. Don't you?"
His eyes narrowed. "Maybe. But why would I? Unless you really do love him. Then I might do that for you. Do you love him? Say the words if you do."
"I don't know what I feel right now. I just know I miss him. And that I wish he were here. Why do you care what I feel for him? Why do you care about who I love or don't love? Shouldn't you be off finding your mate?"
"I'm working diligently on it," he smiled softly.
"You have someone in mind then?"
"Yes," he said confidently. Why did that irritate me?
"Well, I'm sure she will be perfect for you. Whoever she is."
He chuckled. "She's a little strange. And I'm still wondering if that appeals to me."
"Strange is just another way of saying unique."
He chuckled. "No…strange means strange. But I think she is unique too."
"How long have you known her?"
"Long enough."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only answer you're going to get."
"Fine. I was just trying to help you out. I'm good for advice you know. You don't really seem to know much about love. You seem to think it's this simple process, when in reality it's very complicated."
His laughter filled the air. "Really? I have to say, that your presumptions about me have always been amusing. I know nothing about love, supposedly, but you want me to take advice from a woman is afraid to mate? That's funny. But, if you think I know so little about it, go ahead and enlighten me," he challenged, his tone laced with playful sarcasm. "What is considered love in the mind of Isabella Swan?"
I paused, allowing my thoughts to gather and form a response. Love is a concept that often defies definition, but I was determined to articulate my understanding of it. "First of all, I'm not afraid to mate. And second, just berceuse I don't have a mate, doesn't mean I don't understand what love is."
"Huh. Please. Enlighten me."
"Love is... love is," I began, struggling to find the right words. He raised a brow. "Well…it's the profound connection that makes it impossible to imagine a life without another person."
He scoffed. "Bravo professor Swan. What a fascinating and intellectual response. Did you learn that in a science book?"
"It's a good answer," I said in defense.
"It's ok. And yet," he countered, "people lose their partners all the time and still manage to carry on with their lives. Does that mean their mate is forgotten?"
"No. But they have to continue living," I conceded, "but it's as if a piece of them is forever missing. They never truly feel whole again."
To my surprise, he chuckled, his amusement irritating me. How could he find humor in my response? I pressed on, determined to understand his viewpoint. "Ok fine. What's your definition of love? You seem to find my version humorous. So please explain your ideas on love."
"I thought you said love is a complicated process."
"I did. And it is," I replied.
"But your explanation was very shallow. One sentence to sum up what is considered someone's whole reason for existing. Tell me, can a body live if it is split in two?"
"No. But, you are talking about the physical body now. Love isn't tangible like the body is."
"And yet the absence of one's mate effects the body. So if one effects the other, can't we say that if one's mate ceases to exist then that one who lost their mate also ceases to exist? They will never be as the once were when they were whole. They suffer a death themself. Sometimes that death is a physical death. I expected so much more from you," he replied nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You words hold some truth. But not everyone dies after their mate dies. It wouldn't be logical to conclude that everyone dies after they lose their mate. Some actually go on to find another mate."
"The Omna do not. That is where we differ in our definitions of love. And while not every Omna dies physically after they lose their mate, they do die on the inside. They are a shell of what they once were. Life may continue, but it is empty. Omna people mate for life."
I folded my arms. "Fine. I get that. I'm still waiting for your definition love, since mine was so shallow. Go on. Give me your deep version."
A playful smirk danced on his lips as he leaned closer. "How deep do you want it?" he teased; his voice laced with a hint of wickedness.
His words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting that pulsating feeling in my core again. But I shook those feelings off. I was curious what his answer might be. I wanted to delve into the depths of his mind, to understand his thoughts on a subject as complex as love. With a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, I leaned in closer, eager to hear his profound perspective. "Blow my mind. I'm dying to hear it."
In a mere blink of an eye, he moved from the grass and materialized right before me, his presence overwhelming and electrifying. The proximity was so intimate that I could practically taste his warm breath caressing my face. My body involuntarily recoiled, stumbling backwards, but his strong arm swiftly encircled me, pulling me closer to him. His hand rested possessively on the small of my back, igniting a tingling sensation that sent shivers down my spine.
The pounding rhythm of my heart reverberated in my ears, pounding so loudly that I was certain he could hear it too. My breath hitched, caught in my throat, as I lifted my gaze to meet his piercing, mesmerizing bright blue eyes. The wind, as if in harmony with the intensity of the moment, swept through the air, tousling his long strands of silver hair, framing his face in an ethereal halo. His gaze locked onto mine, unwavering and intense, as if he was peering into the depths of my soul.
A bittersweet ache swelled within me, for his beauty was both captivating and agonizing. It was a cruel reminder of the unattainable, a reminder of the stark contrast between his flawless, porcelain skin and my own imperfections. The sight of his full, tempting lips only intensified the ache, as if every glance was a sharp pang of longing.
I timidly lowered my head, feeling a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. His hand gently but firmly gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze once again. In that moment, it felt like the world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us locked in a profound connection.
It was as if his presence enveloped me, providing a sense of warmth and security that I had always longed for. I found myself willingly sinking into his embrace, surrendering to the overwhelming emotions that coursed through my veins.
His voice, filled with a deep understanding, broke the silence. "Love is not merely a string of words," he whispered, his breath brushing against my skin. "It's not some complicated dictionary definition. It's something you can study in lab. Love is messy, and a visceral experience. An existence within another person. It transcends the boundaries of individuality, intertwining souls in a profound way. When your mate hurts, you feel their pain. When they feel joy, you share in their pleasure. Love is an exclusive and unwavering bond."
"I didn't say-" I stopped as he leaned in, his lips grazing my neck, sending waves of chills down my spine.
"Love is an eternal flame," he murmured, his voice filled with conviction. "It cannot be extinguished by distance, the passing of time, or even death itself. It is a force that remains constant, forever burning within us. It defies any language or explanation. It is a feeling so profound, so intense, that no words could never capture its essence. You tried to explain love with a text book answer, but you can't. It is a merging of two souls, a unity that surpasses any verbal expression."
With a gentle yet firm touch, he withdrew his head slightly, moving his hand from my chin to delicately touch the side of my face. Our eyes locked, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze penetrating my soul. Our breaths intertwined, and my lips instinctively parted, yearning for the connection that seemed so close, yet so far. The air crackled with unspoken desire. Still, he remained motionless, while I was caught in the delicate balance between longing and restraint. No. He's not human. He's-He's. This isn't right.
I experienced an inexplicable and peculiar sensation as a mysterious force enveloped my backside, drawing me irresistibly nearer to his comforting, heated embrace. As my gaze shifted downwards, I discovered that his tail had gracefully wound itself around us, creating an intimate and secure bond. His touch suddenly intensified, his hand skillfully navigating its way to the delicate curve of my neck, clasping it firmly from behind. Meanwhile, his other hand, driven by an unyielding desire, assertively tugged down a portion of my dress, unveiling the soft vulnerability of my shoulder, exposing it to his hungry gaze.
"Enzuk," I stuttered out. He growled in response as lips grazed the skin of my shoulder. "Enzuk," I said as I placed my hands on his chest. Although I didn't make any attempt to push him away.
"Stop trying to think and put love into words. You feel love. Tell me, what do you feel, Isabella?" he asked.
"I feel... I-" I hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
"Don't think. Just feel. Feeling is easy. So, don't complicate it. Just say the words that come to mind," he insisted, its tone soothing yet persistent.
My mind was racing, desperately trying to make sense of the conflicting sensations. Longing, anxiety, and confusion battled against a strange sense of security that seemed to defy logic. How could I feel safe in the presence of a monster? It was a contradiction that perplexed me to no end.
But as I closed my eyes and allowed myself to surrender to the moment, a single word emerged from the depths of my being. It slipped past my lips before I could fully comprehend its significance.
"Safe," I whispered, the word hanging in the air like a fragile thread.
The admission startled me, for it went against everything I believed to be true. Yet, there was an undeniable truth in that word, a truth that defied reason and defied his monstrous nature.
The monster before me, with his sharp teeth and menacing presence, had become an unexpected source of comfort. It provided a strange sense of protection, a shield against the uncertainties that plagued my existence. It was as if, in its own twisted way, Enzuk had become my guardian, my unlikely ally in this unpredictable world.
Enzuk warm breath brushed against my earlobe as his lips gently pressed against the shell of my ear. I could feel the softness of his smile as it radiated through his touch. It was a tender and intimate moment, one that made my heart flutter with anticipation. "Did I blow you mind?" He whispered. Yes. He did.
"I- I can see your perspective," I said as I swallowed hard.
"Can you?" He ran a hand up and down the side of my body slowly lifting my dress.
"Yes, I can."
"And do you feel that intense connection for Daren? Or do your thoughts drift elsewhere? On Earth, you mentioned that your body is solely reserved for your mate. But deep within, do you fantasize about the electrifying touch of Daren? Do you imagine him indulging in your body, igniting a fire of pleasure that consumes your very being? Or is it someone else you dream about?"
I leaned back and looked at Enzuk, searching his eyes for why he mentioned dreams.
He smiled. "That's what love feels like, Isabella. When you feel that for another person, you know you have found your mate." Enzuk backed away, the warmth of his body leaving with him.
"W-w-well. I guess your answer was a little more in depth. I think we both made some good points about love." I backed away and started to look around the garden once more. "I-um-think I'd like to look around."
"Go ahead," he chuckled. "This is after all your surprise. I want you to enjoy it."
I remained silent, allowing his words about love to echo within the chambers of my thoughts. They danced and twirled, refusing to fade away, as I aimlessly roamed through the expansive garden. Despite Enzuk constant presence, he chose to keep a respectful distance, never intruding on my solitary exploration. At one point, he paused in his tracks, captivated by the beauty of a mysterious plant, while I pressed on with unwavering determination. The distant, gentle murmurs of running water reached my ears, igniting a sense of curiosity within me. I was eager to uncover the source.
I was still surprised by the fact that I didn't require any footwear to navigate through the enchanting place. The sensation of the grass beneath my feet was nothing short of extraordinary - it felt like a plush carpet, inviting me to take each step with utmost comfort. As I continued my journey, the grass seemed to caress my soles.
After a while, my eyes finally landed on the source of the water. It was a magnificent sight - a grand fountain stood before me, its crystal-clear waters cascading gracefully into a pool below. The sound of the water gently splashing against the stone edges was a soothing melody that resonated through the air, adding to the serene ambiance of the surroundings.
Beyond the fountain, my gaze fell upon a labyrinth of meticulously trimmed bushes, their vibrant green leaves forming intricate patterns that seemed to beckon me further. I made my way toward it with anticipation but stopped before entering. The labyrinth held an air of mystery and intrigue, promising adventures for those who dared to explore its winding paths. But also something…sinister?
The soft breeze carried the delicate fragrance, as if guiding me towards the unknown wonders that awaited me within the labyrinth. I took a small step forward, eager to explore the unknown, but my excitement was abruptly halted by a strong grip on my forearm. Enzuk's firm voice resonated in the air, denying my entry.
"No," he said with unwavering determination. "You cannot go in there."
Confusion washed over me like a wave, and I couldn't help but question his reasoning. "Why?"
Enzuk's gaze held concern and caution as he replied, "You might not ever find your way out. The labyrinth is not welcoming to strangers."
My mind raced, trying to comprehend his words. "The labyrinth is not welcoming? As in, it thinks?"
"In a way," Enzuk confirmed, his voice mingled with a hint of warning. "It may appear inviting at first glance, but that illusion will quickly shatter once you step inside. It is alive, and it possesses its own agenda."
I shuttered as I absorbed his words. The labyrinth, a sentient entity with its own intentions? It was a concept too fantastical to fully grasp. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone had ever dared to venture inside its enigmatic depths. The allure of the labyrinth transformed into a chilling mystery. Yet, as Enzuk's grip tightened on my forearm, I couldn't ignore the caution in his eyes.
"So, no one has ever been inside the labyrinth?" I asked.
"I didn't that," he smirked. "I said you are not to go in there. There are many pitfalls within the labyrinth and it will keep changing as it pleases. You would get lost."
"Have you ever been in the labyrinth?"
"Yes. But it knows and accepts me."
"So, introduce me." I smiled.
He smirked. "Maybe another day," he said. When his gaze suddenly shifted downward, I followed it, only to be met with the sound of his disdainful sneer. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed a slender, ethereal vine snaking its way around my leg, its delicate tendrils tightening ever so slightly.
Caught off guard, I instinctively took a step back, my mind racing to comprehend the situation. How had this vine stealthily entangled itself around me without my notice? Enzuk waved his hand with a casual flick, as if commanding the vine to retreat. To my astonishment, the serpentine coil obediently uncoiled itself and slithered away. I stared at him in shock.
"Holy crap," I breathed out.
"I told you. It doesn't like strangers."
"I guess not. I didn't even feel the vines."
"You weren't supposed to. As I said, it has its own agenda. But I am surprised it reacted that quickly to you. It usually doesn't make its presence known that like."
"Would you say it just wanted to shake my hand?" I said sarcastically.
"I doubt that. It doesn't usually-" Enzuk paused suddenly as he looked around, his ears perking up. The garden, once peaceful and serene, now felt charged with an unspoken tension. I watched as Enzuk's senses seemed to heighten, his ears twitching and his nose twitching as he took in the scents around us. His eyes darted from one corner of the garden to another, searching for something that remained hidden from my view.
"We should head back," Enzuk declared, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. There was no room for argument or hesitation in his tone. As if he had detected a threat lurking in the shadows. His sudden change in demeanor left me puzzled and concerned.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, despite Enzuk's assurance that no one ever ventured up to this secluded spot.
Enzuk's gaze remained fixed on a distant point, his eyes scanning the surroundings with an intensity that sent chills throughout my body. For a moment, it seemed as if he was listening to a conversation only he could hear or seeing something that eluded my vision.
"Is someone there?" I ventured, my voice filled fear. "I thought you said no one comes up here."
Finally, Enzuk turned to face me. "It's fine," he reassured me, though his words did little to calm my racing heart. "Come. Let's get you back."
I gazed one final time at the enchanting garden, determined to etch every detail into my mind. The beauty of the flowers and the tranquility of the surroundings had provided solace during my time of confinement. Enzuk knelt beside me, "Isabella. Let's go." Adjusting my slightly torn dress, I gracefully mounted his back, securing myself by encircling his neck with my arms. With a resolute tone, I declared, "Ok. I'm ready."