Damon's POVIt's the evening by time I get back to our room and I see she's asleep again. How extensive were these injuries? The longer I dwell on it, the angrier I become, and the hotter my blood boils throughout my body. I've been spending the past several days between watching her sleep, training, and having meetings with my men about strategies. Sleep has been off and on, practically nonexistent during the entire time she's been out. Dixon won't let me sleep anyways. I feel the unease deep within me the longer I watch. I shake my head to help alert myself. I need a shower, I probably smell pretty rank right about now. Before I head into the private bathroom within my chambers, I lean down to stroke her hair. As I'm moving it from her face, any uneasiness on it disappears. Almost like my touch is enough to calm the waters of her healing mind. I sigh as I force myself to step away from her and head toward the shower, turning the water on as hot as I possibly can to ease the sore
Leena's POVMy peaceful sleep wears off faster than I would like for it to. I scrunch my eyes shut to force myself back to sleep but it's not working one bit. I guess I've rested enough that my body recovered. I hear the sudden sound of running water and slowly sit up to see what's going on. I look around me as my eyes readjust. The most beautiful room surrounds me with its stark shades of emerald and gold make themselves known. The bed I'm in is enormous. I don't think I've ever seen one this big before. There's a velvety canopy above me that accentuates the frame beautifully. It's also extremely soft. My bed back home is a cot on the floor. It's stiff and had no give, which makes it difficult to get in and out of. The sheets are fresher too. I don't think I've ever seen any so clean. I'm used to sleeping on one caked in dirt since the basement only has a dirt floor. There's pillows behind me and the feel like I'm propped against clouds. I love never used one before, so I'm enjo
Damon's POVI don't want to leave Leena before answering her question. Leave? What does she mean leave? She must be having trouble comprehending that she's my mate. She's not leaving, I can't allow it. As far as Torrance's interruption, I don't want to overwhelm her with this Hybrid business when she's still barely recovered from the last few nights. It takes me several moments to calm myself and keep Dixon from rising up. Once I successfully calm myself and my body down, I rush to get my suit on and head out the door to where everyone else is. I'm making quick strides towards my study where the rest of my men are waiting for me. "Talk to me!" I shout out in anger. Another one of them has died, I can sense it. I feel my beast scratching to the surface to take the lives of those responsible. He's thirsty for the blood of those who dare threaten my people, my mate. My queen. Goddess! I need to calm myself down before I do something I will regret later. I can feel my entire body tre
Leena's POV It's late in the evening when I find myself able to move around again. I clamber out of the bed and place my bare feet on the stone floor. A shiver makes its way through my body from how cold it is and I wince. I make my way through the room, exploring my new surroundings. As I come to an ornately carved armoire, I grow curious as to what style clothes the Lycan king dresses himself in. I grab the handles and swing the doors open wide and gasp at the sight. These aren't his clothes, they're beautiful gowns for all occasions. My hand goes to the fabric of each and I feel my mouth hang open. They feel as luxurious as they look. I find a beautiful dusty rose colored gown meant to wear during casual settings. I grab it off the hanger and pull it down into my arms. The soft silky texture has me in awe and I decide that I will change into it. As I start removing the hospital gown from my body, I catch a whiff of something. Oh my goddess, what is that awful smell? My nose c
Damon's POVThe rays of the early morning sun peek through my curtains and land right in my eyes. I wake up in annoyance by the sudden brightness and rub the sleep from my eyes with one hand. A slight groan escapes from me as I move around to get up. Except I can't move. Leena is lying on me, grasping me tightly in her sleep. Her mouth is slightly agape with some drool coming out the corner. The hair framing her face has come out from her braid and is in several different directions. I let out a small chuckle looking down on her sleeping predicament. She has really made herself at home here and seems to sleep more peacefully than earlier this week. I can't help myself any longer and stroke her hair and scalp gently. Her hair is soft like silk and I can smell my shampoo emanating from it and I can't help by smile devilishly at the thought of her smelling of me and only me. She startled the both of us by letting out one of those loud, sudden snores. After a second or two, she's bec
Leena's POVI've finished crying now and the only thing that comes from me are violent hiccups and my body shaking. I have no idea why I cried like that, mourning the life I had before now. It's not like it was even that great. After I finished crying for all those people gone, I started crying because I was finally free from that life. Then I started because I wasn't even sure if I was free in this one. So many different emotions are swirling in me and my head is foggy from it. This man hasn't let go of me since, not even a muscle twitch. He's just held me while I cried and snotted all over him. After a few minutes, my body starts to calm down, deeper breaths, less violent tremors, and no longer any sounds of anguish. It's then that I feel him move. He's rubbing his thumb in a slow, circular motion on my thigh. While it's soothing, there's sparks of electricity between us as he does so. If I'm a prisoner or even worse, a sex slave to the Lycan king, would he really be doing this
Damon's POVI'm not quite sure what I said or did, but I agree to walk her back to the room. The long walk back is spent in awkward silence, with only the sounds of our footsteps echoing along the stone floors. She's no longer holding onto me, but following a couple steps behind me. I glance behind and see her head hung low. She's completely distancing herself from me. I'm so confused as she initiated that kiss back in the room. I was more than willing to go further, but respected her wishes when she stopped it. I thought we were getting on better terms when she agreed to walk with me, so it has to be something that I said. The rest of the way back is spent with me replaying it all to figure out what I did. When we make it back to the room, she makes her way to the sofa in front of the fireplace and lays down, and curls up with her knees pulled up into her torso. Instead of ruining any good grace she's extended, I just go to the fireplace and work on getting a warm fire started s
Leena's POVI'm cuddled up against this man that I've barely known an entire week. Did I really just do what I think I just did? I did and it felt, well I don't know how I would describe it. The realization hits me. I've just given this man my virginity. I don't know why I even did it. I was just lecturing myself earlier today about keeping my distance. He just makes it so hard. His presence is calming and soothes my fears. I felt so guilty for how I made him feel earlier that I wanted to make amends. I don't know what came over me. However he was gentle and he allowed me to lead the encounter, which consoled any fears I had about his intentions. A slave master and a torturer wouldn't relinquish control like that. My body can still feel the effects of what we've just done and I feel weak and exhausted. However, I need a bath, so I can't succumb to it just yet. I roll over and try to get up, failing to do so. "What's wrong mate?" I hear softly behind me, filled with concern. "Jus