Free Web NovelChapter 92: Chapter 92
Tempest had never been taken care of so completely.
Her heat indeed flared back up a few hours after she woke up from that intense dream. It didn’t deter Dron. He was there to help her through it exactly as Tempest believed he would.
The better he was to her, the worse Tempest felt.
Tempest was shaken all the way to her core after the dream. She needed to separate her feelings from Dron.
It was hard because Dron just made it so easy to love him. Everything he did, he did to please her.
For the past few days, Dron hadn’t left Tempest’s side. He even carried her to the kitchen to feed her when she was hungry. The only time he left her on her own was at Tempest’s insistence while she used the bathroom to relieve herself. Even then, Dron hovered right outside the door.
His soft glances and sweet words chiseled their way into Tempest’s heart. The only way Tempest could seperate was to not engage.
She tried to make herself go numb to what Dron was doing. She allowed him to make her come. Allowed him to sleep with her but there was very little conversation. With every moment that passed Tempest could feel herself getting colder and colder.
The tension in the room was thick, but it wasn’t from sexual tension it was from the unspoken words between them. Tempest just didn’t know how to explain to Dron that she still wanted to go back to Earth. Didn’t know how to make him see that this was still the best option, at least not without hurting him.
She wasn’t looking forward to that. In fact, she was more than willing to push off that hard conversation for as long as possible.
"Tempest." Dron called out to her. Tempest blinked a few times before she focused on Dron. He was sitting in the corner just waiting for her to give him some direction as to what she wanted him to do.
If it wasn’t so sweet it would be pitiful.
"Yes, Dron."
"Are you okay?" Dron asked, "Do you need anything?"
"I’m fine." Tempest’s words were curt and straight to the point.
"It doesn’t seem like you are fine. In fact, it feels as if you are angry with me."
"I’m not angry with you."
"Then why aren’t you talking to me. You only touch me when you have to. There is no smiles. Your entire persona seems to have changed." Dron got up from where he was sitting and made his way in her direction. "Did something happen that you’re not telling me?"
Tempest looked around the room, her room. They weren’t in his room. She could lie.
"No, nothing happened." Tempest leaned away from him. He stopped in his tracks.
"Okay, I believe you." The words came out of his mouth, but Tempest could tell he was suspicious.
"I’m going to get some rest. You don’t have to stay."
The sorrow descended upon Dron like a blanket. Tempest could see him shrinking further and further into himself. "You want me to go?"
"I’m sure you have things to do. You’ve been with me for days. I wouldn’t want you to neglect your duties just to be here with me." Tempest shrugged her shoulders and looked away from him. She couldn’t stand what she was doing.
"You’re right. I have been remiss in my duties outside the house. If you could come with me, I’d like to show you something." Dron turned and walked toward the door.
Tempest was confused. What could he have for her?
Tempest followed Dron out of the room, making sure to keep a safe distance from him. She didn’t want to accidentally brush up against him. There was no need to torture him more than she already was.
Dron led her down the hallway to a room that she hadn’t spent much time in before. He opened the door and allowed Tempest in. She walked in and looked around; the room was bare except for a large pile of pillows and blankets. In the corner was a small fireplace, it wasn’t lit but it was very homely looking.
"What is this?" Tempest questioned.
"It’s a den." Dron spoke as if she should know what it was without explanation.
It didn’t make sense to Tempest. The den that Tempest was used to had couches and other furniture, but this room had nothing like that.
"A den?"
"Mating den." Dron huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I’ve been told by other omegas who aren’t with their mates during their heat that a den can help soothe them. I’ve placed some pillows and blankets around as well as things that have my scent on them. I don’t know if it’ll help but if I"m going to be out of the house for a while I wanted you to know that you had this here if you need it."
God damn it. He was making this so damn hard.
"Oh, I see." Tempest nodded. She still didn’t quite understand the use of the den, but if it was part of the culture, she would accept it.
Tempest clamped her mouth shut. She wanted to tell Dron how grateful she was and that she loved it. Wanted to hold him but she knew that it was a bad idea. Emotional whiplash wasn’t fun. freēwēbnovel.com
"I’ll be out checking the perimeter. I’ll be back in a while. If you need me, just call me on your communicator."
Tempest nodded again, and just like that, Dron walked out and left her in the room on her own.
The door closed behind him, and Tempest’s ice cold exterior crumbled.
She rushed to the den and collapsed onto the overstuffed pillows.
Tempest inhaled the scent on the items in the den, and just like Dron said, it soothed her.
The fact that the smell soothed her only broke her heart even more.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she fought against what her heart was telling her. The idea that she was making the wrong decision.
She knew she wasn’t. If she stayed here with Dron it would be the most selfish thing she’d ever done.
Tempest lay in the room for what felt like hours. She didn’t know what Dron was doing and she knew it wasn’t her place to question him. The ache in her core was coming back again. It had been days, and she was starting to wonder when her heat would finally end.
Just when she was about to call Dron she heard the sound of the front door opening. Tempest jumped up from the den and rushed out of the room. She expected to see Dron coming in sweaty from his work on his land, instead she was greeted by not just Dron but Gerax.
"Gerax?" Tempest stopped walking.
"Tempest, how nice to see you again. I’d just come over to check that Dron was taking it easy only to find him hard at work in the field outside." freewebnovel.cσ๓
Tempest felt bad again, she’d nearly forgotten that Dron was getting over some serious injuries. She hadn’t checked on him once since she’d started her heat.
"I’m fine." Dron grumbled.
"Did you find out any more information about the poison?" Tempest asked, walking closer to the two of them. The last time Gerax was there, he’d told Tempest that the poison that Dron was cut with shouldn’t exisit.
"I did, its a mix of an off world compound and materials that come exclusively from Uspanx."
"Uspanx?" Dron turned to look at the stoic scientist.
"Yes, unfortunately."
"Why is that unfortunate?" Tempest questioned. Based on the look from both Dron and Gerax’s faces, there was something that she was missing.
"It’s unfortunate because for someone in the high royal class to have a poison made from a Uspanx mineral would mean someone from Uspanx brought it in. That shouldn’t be possible in the high royal class." Dron tried to explain.
"There are other explanations. Maybe one of the royal’s scientist...." Gerax and Dron continued the conversation.
Tempest tried her hardest to keep up with what they were saying, but once they started conspiracizing that the poison was a link to an attempt to turn the tide in the ongoing war, Tempest was beyond frustrated.
"I’m just going to let the two of you talk about this. I’m going to rest." Tempest said with a harsh bite in her tone. Dron didn’t try to keep her in the room. He didn’t ask her if she was okay. He simply nodded and continued to talk with Gerax.
Tempest felt completely dismissed. She shouldn’t feel bad. This was what she wanted. For Dron not to be so enamored with her. She got her wish.
Tempest by passed the room with the den inside of it and walked to her bedroom. She wished she had someone to talk to. There was only one person who might understand what she was going through.
Tempest pulled up her communication device and swiped on Mexyn’s information.
After a few seconds, Mexyn answered. She gave her signature stiff smile when she saw Tempest’s face on the communicator.
"Tempest, how are you?"
Tempest was tempted to follow normal societal norms and tell Mexyn that she was fine. She wanted to stay strong.
She just couldn’t fake it.
"Mexyn, I’m hurting."
