569 His Dream
Gilas couldn’t help but sneak in a few glances at Clara as they both prepared for the convoy they would take on their way back to the Capital City. With both the King and Queen along with their entourage away for their celebratory parade throughout the Moonlight Pack, the two of them were left alone as they both weren’t truly needed in the procession. Sure, they could’ve come with them, but they still had to get back to Cordon Castle to take care of their own business.
So there they were, packing up their things as they made sure to be prepared for the journey ahead. To Gilas, however, there was just something scratching on the back of his head as he glanced at his mate doing her own thing. Somehow, everytime he looked at her, his body acted in ways that was far too intense for him to ignore. He could feel the Pull, sure, but this was something far more than that.
It was as if her very figure seemed far too familiar to him… That somehow, he had already seen her in ways that he could only dare dream of…
[Isn’t that your supposed dream this morning in the first place?] Ham scoffed.
He inwardly shook his head. That could also be it, he supposed. He had woken up that morning with a raging hard-on as he vaguely remembered the heat blossoming in between his legs. A vision of Clara’s shapely body laid bare for him to see, her flushed face urging him to make love to her as he buried his face in between her weeping slit…
It was so vivid that he almost had to rub one out just to get rid of his erection.
[Vivid now, is it?] Ham teased.
Gilas raised an eyebrow in between packing up his clothes. His wolf sounded like he knew something. [You know what happened last night?]
[Who knows?] his wolf chuckled. [You’re the one that constantly wanted to drink the night away.]
[I didn’t even want to get drunk in the first place,] Gilas exasperatedly sighed. [Really… Why did I have to forget everything every time it happens?]
He let out a soft sigh, careful to make sure that Clara wouldn’t hear him from where she worked. There was just… The way she behaved during breakfast that morning… That was also a clue as to what happened last night, right?
[Surely something happened,] he inwardly gritted his teeth as he wracked his brain for answers. [She’s constantly trying to avoid my gaze, and I woke up naked and sticky too.]
[So maybe that’s a clue in of itself?] Ham smugly suggested, the wolf clearly enjoying himself. [Why exactly did the room smell of her scent earlier?]
Gilas did his best to fight off the blush that tried to form on his face. From the memory alone, he felt himself getting aroused, his instincts already screaming at him to turn around and jump Clara right where she stood.
[Why am I having these feelings?] he inwardly grunted, his hands balling up into fists as he fought to exert his control. [I shouldn’t be feeling this much attraction to her… What the hell happened last night?!]
pAnDa (nov)e1 With each passing second, that one dream he had of Clara kept on replaying itself in his head. It was hazy and blurry, sure, but the feelings attached to them blared out to him all the same. And to add to his distress, the lingering scent wafting around them in the room only amplified itself the more his thoughts wandered around the proverbial scene they supposedly shared.
It was highly confusing. It was a dream… and yet it also wasnt?
[What is it, then?] Ham chuckled.
[Why not just tell me what happened?] Gilas grumbled in annoyance. [You clearly know what happened. And seeing how smug you’re currently being, I can only assume that you enjoyed it.]
[That’s yet another clue for you then,] his wolf scoffed. [Clearly, you enjoyed it. Then again, you enjoyed the dream as well.]
He gritted his teeth as he let out a small sigh. At the rate he was going, he might as well just ask Clara herself if his dream actually happened. With the way she was acting around him, clearly, there was some truth to it.
[Then why not do just that?]
[You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you…] Gilas clicked his tongue at his wolf.
[What can I say? It’s amusing to see you agonizing over something you should be happy about,] Ham teasingly chuckled at him. [I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually. Perhaps sooner or later, you might even get to repeat it.]
“Gilas?”
But before he could get to retort to his wolf, Gilas found his attention being pulled towards the very woman he was agonizing over. Looking up, Clara seemed to want to ask him something. Whether or not it was about his own feelings at the moment, however, he didn’t know.
“Yes?” he asked back, hoping that he had firmly controlled his emotions enough for them not to show on his face.
“Are you alright? You’re staring off into your own clothes just now…”
Blinking, Gilas quickly turned to what he was supposed to be doing. Sure enough, he had done little to no progress on his packing, his clothes still scattered across the bed as he quickly returned to his work.
“Oh, I’m just thinking,” he quickly replied, his hands flying as he packed his stuff. “About our routes and all that.”
“I-Is that so…” Clara trailed off, her tone almost sounding relieved as she turned around. “I’ll leave you to it then.”
Without any other word, his mate promptly returned to her own preparations, leaving him alone with his thoughts as he let out his own sigh of relief.
‘Thank goodness she bought it,’ he inwardly shook his head.
Letting his shoulder sag for a bit, he put his attention back on what he was supposed to be doing in the first place. There was more than enough time for him to ponder on things later. Besides, he was pretty sure that he was leaning more and more to the opinion that his dream was indeed something that happened in reality.
However, whether or not he was going to bring it up with Clara was another thing entirely.