CHAPTER EIGHT

    

    

    MAYA’S POV

    

    Lycan Rasmus was the first to step into the penthouse, then a maiden, and then me. It was his idea that we be here in the penthouse, and I couldn’t say no.

    

    The maiden in question had been going everywhere with him, and here she was again. She could be his personal assistant or his mate. I might be wrong.

    

    I still couldn’t believe that Lycan Rasmus and I had just had dinner together. I heard so much about him in the past, especially how he was feared by Lycans and Alphas.

    

    For now, I would say that he was the exact opposite of what I heard about him. He had been nice to me ever since I regained consciousness, but I knew it might come to an end soon.

    

    “This is Beta Kierra. She’ll show you around the pack and the mansion tomorrow,” he mentioned after he took his seat.

    

    Did he just say that I would be shown the pack? If I got him correctly, he indirectly told me that I would remain here in his pack. I thought he would ask that I leave today or tomorrow since I was back to life.

    

    Earlier, I was wrong. The maiden in question wasn’t his personal assistant nor his mate, but his Beta. I looked at her, and she wasn’t smiling. In fact, she hadn’t smiled since we entered.

    

    “Have your seat. Don’t always wait for me to tell you that,” Lycan Rasmus mentioned. I wasn’t so sure of who the words were for, me or Beta Kierra.

    

    I didn’t want him to repeat himself. He could get pissed, so I sat, and not next to him. Kierra remained standing, so I guessed those words were for me.

    

    Silence took over, and I didn’t have plans to interrupt it. I had a nice meal and a nice outfit to wear, courtesy of the most feared Lycan in all packs.

    

    Alpha Damien happened to be part of those who feared him. He knew fully well that he didn’t stand a chance against Lycan Rasmus, yet he waged war against his pack.

    

    No one else knew, but Alpha Damien’s only problem was his childhood friend turned lover, whom he slept with. She must have encouraged him to go on.

    

    If he didn’t fear Lycan Rasmus, he would have stayed, but he did like the coward that he was and decided to run. He ought to have challenged Lycan Rasmus to a fight if he was so brave.

    

    “You can retire to bed,” Lycan Rasmus mentioned. He had his eyes on Beta Kierra while he spoke, so I knew he wasn’t referring to me.

    

    There was no point asking me to retire to bed. I had been in bed for the longest time before I eventually regained consciousness some hours ago.

    

    Beta Kierra bowed her head for more than a second, then she proceeded to leave the penthouse. She seemed quite reserved to me. I might be wrong again.

    

    “Ask,” Lycan Rasmus cooed.

    

    It was only us in here, so there was no point trying to figure out if he had spoken to me. I didn’t dare look at his face, so I didn’t. Even Alpha Damien didn’t dare.

    

    I had no idea how he knew that I wanted to ask him a question, questions actually. Could it be that my reactions sold me out? Or could it be my silence?

    

    My lips moved, but no word came out of my mouth. I didn’t want him to repeat himself. I was told in the past that he hated it. I cleared my throat. An obstruction suddenly grew in it.

    

    “How long have I been here?” I inquired in a low tone. He made it mandatory for me to ask him a question when he cooed that word earlier, so I had to.

    

    “Tomorrow will make it the fourth day,” he responded.

    

    Three days. That was how short it took for me to recover. It still felt surreal that there was nothing to show for the attack: no pain, no scar, no injury, nothing.

    

    There might be something he wasn’t telling me. I didn’t know how to find out, but I would have to think of a way. I knew it was important for me to tread carefully at the same time.

    

    “Go on. Speak again,” he said. It sounded like an order.

    

    “Omegas aren’t healers,” I muttered.

    

    “Is that your belief?” he questioned.

    

    “Yes,” I spoke in an extremely low tone, but I was sure his ears would catch it. His senses must have been heightened since the moon was out.

    

    “Well, you’ve just proven yourself wrong,” he remarked.

    

    “Are you still insisting that I healed myself?” I asked, but it was out of the spur of the moment.

    

    I knew that I wasn’t supposed to speak to him in the tone that I used. I wasn’t supposed to ask him that question either. I sounded rude. I ought to have been polite with my question and rephrased it too.

    

    “It’s the truth,” he responded after a minute. It seemed he didn’t pick an offense like I thought he would.

    

    I took a deep breath so my hands could stop shaking. They had begun after I asked him that question. I knew I said I would tell him the truth, but at this point, I didn’t want to anymore.

    

    His men had already tried to kill me. The masked figure was one of his men. The only werewolves present on the battlefield that day were his men and Alpha Damien’s men.

    

    It only made sense that one of his men wanted me dead. It wouldn’t be wise for me to tell him that I was the spy they apprehended months ago, the one who managed to elope.

    

    Tomorrow, or when I got the chance, I would ask why he rescued me and why he was keeping me in his pack.