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Holy mother of wolves!
One moment I was admiring those sculpted y lines disappearing beneath that towel, and the next, I was pinned against the wall with little to no space between the Lycan King and me
And by no space, I meant I could feel his damp body pressed firmly against mine, his face just inches from mise,
As locked up at him, his wet hair hung slightly over his eyes.
Before I knew it, my breathing had quickened as I stared into his eyes. It felt as though some kind of spell was pulling me toward him, urging me to close the distance and kiss him but I knew if I did that, my head would definitelye rolling off my shoulders
I could still remember the anger in his eyes that day when he stormed out of my room, and I <b>was </b>certain that kissing him now would only provoke Him further. So, I swallowed nervously and dropped my gaze to the floor, away from his piercing stare, before shakilylifting my hands to his chest to try and push him off. But as always, he was like stone–unmoving and unbathored
“M–Myking” stammered, trying to find the right words.
apologize for barging in like that.. but could you move? You’re invading my personal space”
Even without looking at him, I was sure his eyes had narrowed at my <b>words</b>. And <b>a </b>secondter, he released me and stepped back.
“You speak of personal space, yet you walk into a man’s room without knocking” he said, his voice low
My eyes widened slightly as I looked up at him, surprised he’d actually responded if I wasn’t mistaken, this was a man who usually acted like I didn’t
Even exist
Yet….
My face flushed a deep shade of pink is embarrassment, and quickly lowered my head in apology
“Forgive me, my king, I was in a rush and made a mistake,” I said, hoping I hadn’t annoyed him, But he simply turned away and ignored mepletely. slipping right <b>back </b>into the usual, like i wasn’t even there.
He walked over to the bed, tossing the small towel in his hand onto it before picking up <b>a </b>button up shirt, I watched silently as he slowly slippedition, not saying a single word
Hicked my lips anxiously but still said nothing, the ticking of the clock now the only sound in the room.
Just when it felt like <b>the </b>silence might suffocate us both, his deep voice finally cut through it.
“What do you want with me, she wolf?” he asked, tuming his head slowly to look back at me as his hand wached for the towel
towel wrapped around his waist
And the moment he loosened it, my heart nearly dropped to the pit of my stomach. I quickly lowered my head, my eyes darting to the ground just as the
towel hit the floor
Still, I forced myself to speak despite how hard my heart was pounding. This man was insane. How could he be dressing right in front of ma? Was he a pervert!
“1–wanted to speak to you about something I said, clenching my hands to fists, stilrefusing to look up at him.
“What is it?” he asked, his tonepletely interested. But that didn’t stop me
1 took a deep breath and let it out, trying to steady my veice despite the nerves crawling allover me
“I wanted to talk about the fact that I know the reason I’m following you to your pack is because I’m a white woll. You need me<b>, </b><b>don’t </b>your 1 abled Bren, with my gare still lowered, I watched his legs as he pulled on his trousers, not even pausing
“<b>You’re </b>right.”
That was all he said.
frowned and continued
“The reason you didn’t reject me is also because I’m a white woll. It’s because <b>you </b>have a use for me, isn’t it?
“You’re right<b>.</b>”
He responded again, and the corner of my lips curved into a humorless smile.
He wasn’t even trying to deny it. But I guess that was better. At least he made <b>it </b>clear where we stood unlike Koran. From what I’d seen, Darkus wanted to use me too, but at least he was being honest about it. Kieran had used me and discarded me without warning
And I wasn’t angry, not really because I <b>already </b>knew Darkus had a n for me. I just didn’t know what that n was yet. But that didn’t matter anymore. I had made up my mind.
I would let him <b>use </b>me and I would use him in return. I didn’t care what the Lycan King needed me for as long <b>as </b>he gave me what i needed in the end.
“So that means you really need me, don’t you, my king?” I asked, finally lifting my head to look at him. Darius was now fully dressed, his hands <b>tucked </b>into his pockets as he stared directly <b>at </b>me.” means that <b>as </b>long as <b>you </b>need me<b>……… </b><b>– </b><b>you </b><b>have </b>to keep me alive. Isn’t that right!”
He remained silent <b>for </b>a brief moment before nodding once
“You’re right”
My smile widened <b>as </b>I met his gaze head–on.
Hearing him admit I was right was surprisingly refreshing because it meant that even though I was powerless against him, I had the upper hand here. This was good. Really good.
Before I knew it, a smugugh escaped me. I threw my head back and ced my hands on my hips, staring at him as he watched me with that same unreadable expression, no flicker of emotion<b>, </b>just that cold, deadpan stare.
Still, I pulled out my chest and stepped closer.
This <b>was </b>perfect. He wouldn’t kill me. That meant I had nothing to be afraid of
I stopped just inches away from him, tilting my head back to meet the eyes of the towering man.
“So what I’m getting from this is that you want to use me, don’t you, my king said with a grin, “Fine, I don’t care if you do <b>but </b>don’t you think it would be unfair if I didn’t got something in retum?”
He raised a brow, but I continued.
“I mean, I’m going to your pack just so you can use me. The least you could do is offer me something if you want me to
a toy to a child. What do you say?”
Tent Think t
Fora moment,
his eyes narrowed, and I heard him sigh <b>before </b>speaking.
“What do you want, she wolf?” he asked.
I grinned and leaned in closer<b>, </b><b>a </b>confident gleam in
“Your power. I want <b>your </b>power, my king
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