True Alpha's Chosen Mate-Chapter 315: I am, indeed, easy.

"Say, if I abduct you now, will you hate me?"

I scrunched my nose up in dismay, a little taken aback at Sven’s greeting. It made me wonder whether the wire in his head was plugged properly or whether there was a mixed up.

"Is that how you greet others good night in your homeland?" I asked in dismay, only to receive a chuckle as a reply.

"I just suddenly had this thought of abducting you." My frown deepened as he sat comfortably on the railing. "But I still need to ask to be polite."

"Who in the world would ask their victim before they victimized them?"

"Me?"

"Goodness..." I pinched the space between my brows, as I couldn’t believe I was worried for him.

"So?"

"Are you seriously asking that question?" I snapped my eyes at him when he urged. Much to my dismay, Sven nodded with an almost innocent expression only a child could wear.

"Yes!" I exclaimed with a voice a lot lower than I expected. "Why would I not hate the person who abducts me? Am I crazy?"

"Right..." he nodded in agreement as if that only made sense when I spelled it out for him. Seriously. I was lost for words for this man.

"Damn it."

"Don’t make it sound like you missed an opportunity." I clicked my tongue and shook my head, leaning my side against the railings. "Or... are you seriously thinking of abducting me?"

"Do you think I was joking?"

"Hah... and you think you can do that?" I asked sarcastically. "I know you’re capable since you were able to knock Paris unconscious, but I can defend myself."

Sven simply gazed at me as if my words were ineffective. "It’s because of that face."

"My face?"

"Yes. That look you give me." He pointed at me, making me frown in dismay. "Whenever you look at me with that face and those eyes, it makes me sad."

"Pardon?"

"You always look like a girl trapped in her own prison," he continued in the same somber tone. "The problem is, the prison isn’t this place, but it’s within you. I can only think of abducting you and forcing you out of that shell."

"..."

All I could do was stare at him, watching my poise from breaking. I should be angry — there were a lot of things to be angry about at his remarks. But I didn’t. It was true in a way, and I couldn’t argue with the truth just to make myself look foolish.

"Are you always like this?" I asked after a long silence. "Do you always say whatever you want without regard to the person who is hearing it?" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Mhm. I do."

I scoffed and shook my head. "Leave once you’re done using my balcony." I drew away from the railing to walk back to my room.

"Don’t go." I stopped before I reached the door and looked back at him at his request. "Stay here."

"And now you also think I should listen to you?"

"No." He lowered his eyes. "If you keep going back inside, I don’t think you’ll ever come out."

My frown deepened, and before I could refuse or ignore him, he continued.

"I’m not used to the way you people talk in here. I speak without a filter and wear my heart on my sleeve. I speak what I think and oftentimes, I offend people." Sven raised his head and revealed his solemn front. "I’m not saying it’s a good trait, and even when I tried to fix it, I can’t. Someone needs to speak the naked truth, but no one likes to see or hear it."

"Still, I apologize if I offend you in the way I speak and point things out," he added sincerely. "I didn’t mean it that way. Don’t go inside and just catch a cold with me in here."

My mouth opened and closed, but my refusal was stuck in my throat. In the end, I could only stare back at him before a shallow breath slipped past my lips.

’I think he was correct,’ I thought, mentally pinching myself. ’I am, indeed, easy.’

"I’m a vampire. I don’t catch a cold." I walked back to where I had stood previously. But instead of standing, I turned around, planted my palms on the railing, and jumped slightly until I was sitting on it.

"Now, what?" I asked, casting him a look. "Will we just stare at each other?"

The side of his lips stretched subtly before he cleared his throat. "Well..." he pivoted on his rear until his feet were facing the garden, swinging them back and forth.

"Do you want to hear about the first country I landed in when I started my adventure?" he asked, throwing his head back, eyes on me.

"That’s how you want to kill time? To bore me to death?"

He grinned and peeled his eyes away from me. And as if he didn’t hear my sarcasm, Sven started his story-telling.

"It’s a small country..." I scrunched my nose up, eyes on him. I studied the large grin on his face and how his eyes twinkled in excitement as if he could vividly remember that time one year ago.

As he shared his adventure in this small country he first landed in, I could not help but wonder. What was I doing at the same time?

I lowered my eyes to hide the bitterness that resurfaced in them. At the time Sven was having a thrilling adventure, getting caught up by authorities for unknowingly messing with a monument that apparently the townsfolk worshiped. He was chased by them with a torch and pitchfork, put on a stake to be burned, and eventually escaped with his tail in between his legs.

Although it sounded like a distressing situation I didn’t want to be in, the look in his eyes told me it was fun. What was I doing at the same time as he was experiencing all that?

The same. That was my answer. My days and nights were the same from decades ago until now.

"Now that I think about it, I can’t go back there!" he gasped as realization dawned on him. "They will kill me if they see me again!"

I raised my head and looked at his silly countenance. I didn’t know how much time passed since he started his story, but when he stopped stressing over how he could compensate those people, I spoke.

"What about the next place you went to?" I asked, causing his brows to furrow as he looked at me in puzzlement. "Tell me about it."

He blinked twice before the side of his lips curled up excitedly. "About the next land. It’s called a kingdom of green..."