89 Unconditional Trus

I really don't know.

But, Before I could change my mind, the words left my mouth quicker than I could regret it, "Eros...there's a type of chemical that can combat the hunters."

My lips pursed into a thin line when I glanced towards Eros to note that he was pretty calm about it.

"I know," he replied.

A smile gradually made way onto his lips as I stared back at him quite dumbfounded at his response.

"You know?" I repeated.

My eyebrows furrowed together at his words before the idea struck me.

"When you were reminiscing or in your dreams, I saw bits and pieces of it." He nodded, and I couldn't help but wonder what else he is capable of doing with this mate bond of ours. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me, Emira."

So, apparently, Eros can see my dreams and my memories along with read my thoughts.

This is not weird at all...

Other than feeling like I have no privacy, I can't help but feel rather blessed to have Eros as a mate.

It was obvious that he already saw the entire process of creating Ziron-e from my dream but he chose to wait for me to tell him about it instead of immediately replicating the substance for his own use.

I am glad that my opinion matters to him.

It means a lot to know that he cares about how I feel enough to hold back on mass producing the Ziron-e to protect his pack before he got my approval.

But, now that I'm the Alpha Female, I guess it's my responsibility to protect our pack together.

"Thank you for being patient with me," I muttered against his skin before littering butterfly kisses against his jaw in appreciation.

"So how would I be able to see your memories? Is that possible?" I was quick to jump on the bandwagon because I was truthfully very curious about Eros' past.

Was it weird that I wanted to know who he has been with before me?

Does that me a jealous woman?

"I like that you're jealous. It proves that my feelings aren't misplaced or one-sided," he murmured, lathering a kiss against the skin of my neck rather affectionately. "But there are no other women. It's always just been you, Emira."

He seemed quite amused when I squirmed and moved my head to the side.

"That's not possible, especially with how experienced you are," I remarked rather dryly.

If that's true than pigs could fly!

There's no way in hell I am going to be believe that I'm his first.

He chuckled against the top of my head, ruffling the fine hairs as he breathed and sweetly said, "There's no other woman out there I would rather be with than you, Emira."

Eros is too good at buttering me up because I feel like believing every word he's feeding me.

"But 900 years is a long time though," I teased.

"I had other things to keep me busy," he murmured against my hair, kissing the tip of my head before pulling me into his arms.

"I still can't imagine a 900-year-old werewolf being celibate for that long," I murmured in bewilderment.

The thought of Eros being celibate for that long make me giddy with happiness, regardless of the fact that I was still skeptical.

Before neither of us could say anything more, my stomach decided to grumble rather loudly.

I grinned sheepishly at Eros as we both got up and started out of our room in search for some breakfast.

Knowing Ada, breakfast is probably ready.

The smell of food lightens up my mood more than anything but before we could get very far from our room, I spotted Zanthos down the hall.

Of all the people to run into, it had to be Zanthos.

I have a feeling that there will be drama where Zanthos is involved.

And true enough, he came after Eros and me as soon as he saw us.

I was tempted to tell Eros to quickly get back in the room and lock the doors but Zanthos was a lot quicker.

He stomped up to us like a mad man on a mission and narrowed his eyes, "Where did you take Anira?"