บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King's Scarred Mate: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

-Anastasia-“Maybe something warmer than that,” my aunt said, tossing a hoodie into a suitcase.She had already filled one and was well on her way to filling a second. I suspected she would start on a third if I let her.“Okay, let’s slow down,” I told her. “Just pack a bag with a few of my things, and that’s it.”My aunt turned to me, her expression annoyed. “A bag?”I shrugged and nodded. “Why not?”“You’ll need more than that, dear,” she replied, continuing to rummage through my closet. “I’m sure he’ll buy you more clothes, but it’s always nice to have something from home with you.”“I’m not taking three suitcases with me,” I insisted.“But you need the clothes!”“I just need one bag. I can pack it quickly.”“But what about the parties you’ll attend with him and important meetings? You need more than jeans and shirts,” she said, turning to face me.She crossed her arms, but I shook my head.“Aunty, I’m not going to all sorts of parties and meetings with him. I hate parties, and he c

-Anastasia-One, two, three… four.My aunt had filled four suitcases, practically emptying my closet, and I shook my head as omegas brought them out to the king’s car. Roman didn’t seem to mind, but I felt mortified for more reasons than one, especially since my family had witnessed what she packed in one of those suitcases. I couldn’t look my uncle or Jackson in the eyes, and it seemed they couldn’t look at me either. Only my aunt remained in a cheerful mood as she came over to me while we stood by the door, hugging me again.“Okay, enough with the hugs. You don’t even deserve one,” I told her.“Why not?” She pulled back and looked shocked.“I think you know why.”“I was only helping,” she said, winking at me.Roman chuckled behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder to give him an angry look. He just smiled at me and ran his hand through my hair, instantly calming me down. I knew my aunt noticed the change in me and smiled even more, but she didn’t comment on it.“You will come visit,

-Anastasia-It had been quite the day, and therefore, we weren’t going to work on my family’s mysterious death just yet. Roman decided it would be good for us to spend some time together, so we ended up in one of the living rooms after a late evening walk. With two drinks in front of us, as soon as I sat down, he pulled me closer, so my back was against his front. He held me tightly and began stroking my scarred arm with his fingers. I still grew nervous when he focused on that.“You really don’t mind, do you?” I asked him.“Huh?” he inquired.“The scars,” I said, holding up my hand.I turned my head to see him smile before he shook his head.“Of course not.”Suddenly, my heart raced. Why had it started doing that?“Do you think it ruined the spot?” I inquired, looking away.“What?”“The marking spot… It got burned,” I told him.I had never thought much about it before, but now that I was lying in his arms, I suddenly did. Maybe I hoped it was ruined. Then I wouldn’t have to worry abou

-Roman-My mate kept looking around, suddenly less focused on the task at hand. I smiled, finding it adorable how she needed to take everything in, like a small child investigating her surroundings to make sure she didn’t miss anything. I knew she wanted answers, but it was clear they suddenly weren’t so important to her.“Like what you see?” I asked teasingly.She turned her attention back to me, looking almost surprised. “Huh?”“My office.”“It’s huge,” she said.I chuckled and nodded. “There’s enough room.”“Enough room? You could fit an army in here,” she joked, and we both laughed. The sound seemed to surprise us both, and we exchanged glances.“It’s good to hear you laugh,” I told her.“Don’t tell my aunt,” she warned.“Why not?”“Because she’ll never stop talking about anything else.”“She just wants you to be happy,” I said.“I know… I understand,” she whispered.“So why do you almost judge her for it?”“I don’t…”“No?”Ana crossed her arms and slid further down in her chair. A

-Roman-“Okay, so we still don’t know how you ended up in the closet,” I said, picking up where we left off.“No… I think… I believe someone put me there,” she replied.“Yes, maybe. But who? And how could they have been fast enough if the attack was so sudden?”Ana shrugged and seemed to contemplate it all over again. “I picked up their scent.”“What?”“Yes, I remember it,” she told me. “I walked around the house, and despite all the blood, it lingered in the air. There was more than one of them.”“Okay, so you might actually be able to sniff them out?”She nodded but then looked down.“What?” I asked.“It’s… sort of why I was there that night,” she whispered.“When?”“Your former queen’s introduction party. I was there that night hoping to find them,” she explained.“I see…” I murmured.“I didn’t tell my family that, so don’t mention it,” she said.“They wouldn’t be happy to hear you might get answers? That they could get answers?”She shook her head. “They’ve moved on with their live