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Chapter 6

Kane's POV

It's one thing to have a wolf you're always at odds with, that I have accepted, I've come to terms with the fact that Silus has more strength, has greater advantage, he has the memories, gets to keep them, knows what I'm doing while I am locked out as soon as he comes to display and I've also accepted all the deranged things he's done.

He's wilder, he's crazier, more adventurous, doesn't realize the stakes involved in everything, but this? This? Getting us marked twice by a woman I considered a threat from start? That's evil, betrayal and something I can't reverse.

Not when I'm laying naked under the fucking covers with nothing on and a fucking hard erection. I recognize the rooms because I had this cottage personally built for Silus and he brought her in here, got me marked and my sickness acting up.

"You're up, are you doing good?" Soft feminine voice distracted me from my thoughts, smooth like velvet, sweet like honey.

"Get out of my head," I groaned and shook my head only to be rewarded with the pain of a banging headache and the warm feel of her soft palm on my forehead. I opened my eyes with a start and turned to see her. Naked as well, not self-aware like I was, no shyness like the first time she was in my room. But the sexiness of her body, I couldn't miss, couldn't deny and to be very honest, I couldn't stop myself from reacting to it.

My hard straight dick was pointed in her direction like a fucking sunflower reaching for the sun. And despite my strong need to blame someone else, this was all me. I haven't been able to reach Silus since I awoke and this only happened once, six years ago. A flashback to having this same thing happen back then, but when I raised my eyes to look in her eyes, I couldn't place it.

Once again, I shook my head. It can't be. She can't be the one from back then. Not when I was told she didn't survive. Not after all the horrors I had to go through thanks to Silus' misadventure from back then.

"I'll get you a towel, you're burning up," she said as she took her hands off then pressed it against her forehead.

"No, wait…" I croaked, realizing how dry my throat was. "Are you good, do you need something?"

"Water," I muttered, "just water." Because regardless of how desperate I was getting to think with my dick, I needed some time to myself to think.

How long have I been out for? I remember I was desperately chasing after something, getting into the woods, there was the smell of blood, then Silus took over. Of course he did. Nothing was broken, yet I felt weak, weak and horny. Not just for anyone but the woman returning with a tray, a jug and a glass of water.

"Did I mark you back yesterday?" I asked after taking a sip to heal my throat since Silus wasn't doing anything.

"Yes," her voice sounded softer, "Thank you so much. I thought…" her voice broke and I realized she was crying.

I shouldn't care. I shouldn't give a fucking damn, yet my hand reached out to wipe the tears before a thought could form in my head.

"Fuck!" I cussed and withdrew my hand. Is my body under the control of some fucking magic? Why am I feeling sympathy for a woman who has been with other men? For a woman I personally rejected yesterday.

But she'd leaned in to my touch, like she felt safe despite everything that I did, throwing her to the borders, knowing fully well that it was ridden with rogues and those bastards must have done something yesterday. That had to be the source of the blood. But when my eyes raked her body in a full scan, there was no scratch. Not a single one on any part of her milky skin.

My dick throbbed and I clenched my fist.

"What the fuck is this about? What's going on?" I asked as I propped myself up in a sitting position, resting my head on the pillow. I never used pillows. I looked at her and saw her eyes were stuck on my chest. Pervert, I spat, like I was any better.

I was simply better at hiding my thoughts. Even then, my lower region wasn't getting the memo, straining under the covers and screaming for attention, her attention.

"You saved my life, again," her eyes widened with question as she explained. I furrowed my brows, clenching my fist and waging wars in my head with my body.

"You don't remember?" she asked as her hand reached for me, but I flinched away from her touch.

"I remember clearly that I threw you out and told you not to appear in my line of sight again or there would be consequences," I stated.

"But…"

"But you must have used your charms or whatever to get me to bring you back in my wolf form. What magic did you use? You're nothing but a slut. A desperate slut who knows only how to seduce men and use them to her advantage. I don't know what you did, but I would investigate and have you punished accordingly."

"What? What did you just call me?" She rose to her feet, her voice rising with her.

"You heard me," I said, hating the slight tremble in my voice like I had nothing better to do, almost like I was saying all this just to get her to talk to me.

No. I was doing this to put her in her place, so she knows who is king, I reminded myself.

"You are a harl—" The sentence completed itself with the sound of flesh slapping flesh.

My stinging face was evidence of the abomination that just happened.

"Did… did you just slap me?" With gritted teeth and trembling lips, I raised my hand up to my cheek and felt the sore spot of her assault. I was starting to heal, but there was evidence.

This bitch just slapped me.

"Yes! And I will do it again. You might be the alpha, but that doesn't give you the right to play with my emotions. Just what am I to you? Are you going to deny everything that happened to us was nothing? You reject me one minute, confess your love to me the next. Is it really impossible to see me as someone you can respect?" she turned her back to me, her ample bottom in my line of sight.

While that might have distracted me, it wasn't enough.

"I confessed my love to you? That's nonsense!" I gripped the bed sheet in my hand, forcing my claws out. I needed Silus to come out and take back anything he might have said to give this woman hope.

Love? That was ridiculous even for Silus.

"You gave me consent, your word, you promised me. So how could you?" she turned around with tears streaming down her face.

"Why are you crying when I'm the one who got hit?" I asked, but once again, she'd frozen, her eyes stuck on another part of my body and when I traced her line of sight, I realized just how fucked I was.

My dick throbbed, jutted and leaked precum. Long gone was the cover sheet hiding my nakedness and lust.

"Hmm," she scoffed.

"If you needed help, you could have just said," she said as she brought herself down to her knees, putting the cup and the jug away before holding the base of my bulge.

"I didn't give you permission to do that. Get off me," I said, but remained frozen in place, anticipating her next move. Lips or tongue?