Sacred Flame: His Enemy, His Mate (BL)-Chapter 74: Why?

Kain Locke

I woke up to an empty bed.

The warmth from last night was gone, replaced by the cool morning air. Kael was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, I just stared at the ceiling, my mind sluggish as I tried to push away the drowsiness.

I sat up, running a hand through my hair before my eyes landed on the chair across the room.

My shirt and trousers were neatly folded on it, along with a new pair of boxers.

I frowned slightly, stepping out of bed and walking toward them. He must’ve washed and dried it while I was busy sleeping. He was the only one who could’ve. But is that okay?

I picked up the clothes, feeling the crisp fabric between my fingers before quickly changing out of the nightwear. The fresh clothes felt more like myself, more familiar.

Once I was done, I folded the nightwear, stuffing it into a nylon bag so I could wash them when I got back to my room. My movements were automatic, my mind still lingering on last night. The warmth of his body, the way he held me like I wasn’t something fragile but something real.

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. No use thinking about it.

Grabbing the bag, I headed for the door.

The moment I stepped out and let it swing shut behind me, I gripped the handle and pulled at it to be sure it was actually locked from outside and it was, that was the only time that I turned left.

I climbed down the stairs quickly after that, my steps light but urgent. It didn’t take long to reach my floor, but the moment I stepped into the hallway, I felt eyes on me.

People turned as I walked past, their gazes heavy, unreadable as some of them whispered. Others just stared. But it has always been like that which makes me wonder whether I managed to hide my eyes from being recognized yesterday... Or were they staring because they knew that it was me?

Of course. They all saw Kael carrying me yesterday. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

A rush of embarrassment burned up my neck. I clenched my jaw and picked up my pace, pretending not to notice.

They didn’t like me before. Now, they must hate me even more, all thanks to him given that he was their nemesis.

I got back to my room soon after and shut the door behind me, letting out a breath. But the moment I turned around, I nearly jumped.

Sam was sitting on his bed, casually munching on some snacks like he had all the time in the world.

Now I was more than embarrassed, remembering exactly what Sam had walked in on yesterday.

"Hi... Morning..." I greeted, clearing my throat and turned away, grabbing the folded nightwear from the nylon bag to put it away so I can have something to focus on. But as soon as I threw it on the bed Sam’s voice cut through the silence.

"I never knew you were... umm..." He dragged out the words, his tone way too amused. "You know, that close to a Draeven."

I froze for half a second before slowly turning my head to him with an awkward smile.

Sam just smirked, his eyes glinting with pure mischief. "What? I mean, I get it now. I just never could’ve thought he... Anyways, I think it makes sense."

I felt heat creeping up my neck. "It’s not like that."

"Sure." He leaned back against his pillows, popping another snack into his mouth. "Not like that,"

I wanted to bury myself six feet under. "I—"

"Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone." He held up his fingers in a peace sign, grinning. "Your secret’s safe with me."

I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Alright. Thanks." Secret my ass as if the whole base hasn’t seen for themselves yesterday.

Sam just wiggled his brows as I sat on my bed, running a hand through my hair, still feeling the weight of last night’s events. My body ached in places I didn’t expect, and the lingering warmth where Kael had touched me made my skin tingle if I thought about it too much.

I sighed and shook my head, glancing around the room. My eyes landed on my bag near the bed, It looked... off. The way it sat, slightly shifted, like someone had moved it.

I frowned but brushed it off. Maybe it got nudged when I was struggling with Kael yesterday, of course that would be the case, Yeah, that made sense.

I felt a pressure in my lower stomach reminding me I needed to use the bathroom. I got up, stretched my sore limbs, and made my way inside.

While I was relieving myself, a thought flashed through my mind, Like I could still feel his fingers on me.

I quickly flush the toilet and made for the sink to splash some water on my face, even got some on my hair. However,

My mind couldn’t help but wonder back to what had happened in his room when my lust and desires were completely heightened, how I had desperately sought to caress myself to release. But Kael had pried my hand away, teased me to his satisfaction until I begged and eventually stroked me to completion

I choked, my face heating up at the thought. My grip on the sink tightened as I tried to brush it off my mind but more came, my mind betrayed me, replaying the way his lips had skimmed my skin, the heat of his breath against my ear, the way his voice had dipped even when he said he liked me.

My reflection stared back at me, wide-eyed and red-faced that I had to slap my own cheeks, once, then twice. The sting helped, but not enough.

"Get a grip, Kain, he’s only messing with you... that’s what they do."

Just because he said he liked me... just because he touched me like that... didn’t mean he was being sincere. But... What about that look on his face?

The way his voice wavered, the way his grip tightened around me, like he didn’t want to let go... It had felt real. Too real.

Was I overthinking it?

I groaned and ran a hand through my damp hair. There was no point in dwelling on it now.

When I stepped out, Sam was already up and grabbing his jacket. He shot me a look, stuffing the last bit of his snack into his mouth.

"I’m heading out for breakfast. Are you coming?"

I hesitated for a moment before answering, "Nah, you go ahead. I’ll join you in a bit."

He shrugged. "Suit yourself."

The door clicked shut behind him as he went out, and I finally let out a breath.

I dragged my bag closer back to the bed and unzipped it, reaching for my communicator. But the moment I pulled my clothes apart, my movements froze.

Something was wrong.

I always placed my communicator on top for easy access, but now it was buried under a pile of clothes. Even my spare clothes weren’t the way I left them, folded too neatly or shifted slightly out of place.

My stomach twisted at the obvious theory, someone was in this room.

My eyes darted around before my gaze flickered to Sam’s bed. He’d been here when I came in, acting normal. Could it have been him?

No... That didn’t make sense because why would he do that? After all, since we turned out to be roommates, he had been minding his own business until we started speaking.

But if it isn’t him, then who?

And more importantly, what were they looking for? Or could it have something to do with the chip? But why would someone be looking for something that has already been taken by God knows who?

I was still lost in thought when my communicator screen lit up and a message came in.