บททั้งหมดของ A Bride for the Lycan King : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Titan paid no attention to the gibberish. He laid her down on her bed and covered her with thick multi-colored blankets. Then he straightened up and looked down at her. She looked peaceful and even more vulnerable asleep. He looked around the room and realized it was his second time here. Weeks before her arrival, Titan had instructed some omegas to clean up and decorate the private room of the incoming Luna. But he had not supervised the process or come to see the finished work. His only business with the omegas involved payroll and off days. So even though they had done a good job, he could not recall them well enough to thank them.The following morning, Olivia resumed her silent war. She swept into the dining room without greeting or bowing. She raced through her breakfast and left before Titan had even begun eating. Over the next three days, Titan watched her as she chatted during long walks with Maya, and became friendly with the pack warriors, the omegas, and even the guard

Olivia took in the sight in front of her.Titan Black stood there with a murderous look on his face, and his sister whom he held in a tight iron-fisted grip was looking petrified for her life. It seemed like ever since she moved here, there was always a daily or weekly episode of drama. ‘’I am only going to ask this once, Olivia,’’ Titan thundered. ‘’Where is the bloody phone?’’Olivia was surprised as to how he must have known. Then her mind went to the guards. The bastards. Of course, they would have knowingly exposed her all in the name of "duty."‘’Are you deaf? Or just so stupid you cannot comprehend what I am saying?’’ Titan snapped. Olivia had never seen the man this incensed.Olivia avoided Maya’s pleading eyes and said nothing. Her defiant show-off made Titan livid with each second. A few moments later, Titan lost his cool. Drawers were upturned and smashed, her rug and mattress were sent flying, and her sofa was yanked away and thrown across the wall. Olivia was shocked at

Olivia was shocked by the sight.Titan's arms were bloody, his eyes intense, and his whole demeanor projected a certain deadliness that was too much for her to absorb especially after what she'd just heard. Titan also stood at the end of the hallway, watching her and willing to make a move. It came in the form of Olivia turning around and running towards her bedroom for safety. Titan gave a hot pursuit. She made it into her room but as she tried to close the door, Titan pushed back with his shoulders and then his hands. Olivia cried out using all of her strength to push back but ultimately his physical strength superseded hers, and he pushed his way into the bedroom."Get out!" Olivia screamed. "Get out of here, you pathetic animal!"Titan walked closer oblivious to her screams, but a bit perplexed at her hostile reaction. A sheltered slave like her was unused to the sight of blood or the appearance of violence so he could at least understand her."Are you deaf?" Olivia asked. "I sa

Olivia made her way back to her room, trying to convince herself of the opposite.It could simply be nothing but baseless gossip. Something unfounded that the omegas had to say just to keep their mouths busy while they worked. After all, as long as it had not been proven, it was not true. Yet the burning question remained. If it was indeed true that the omegas were lying, then what could have happened to the screaming spy? She recalled Maya's words:Titan does not forgive easily,Which meant it was unlikely he set the man free and then there was all that blood…She shook her head from side to side. It was hopeless thinking deeply about something not in her control and out of her bounds, oscillating between presumptions and nothing based on fact. There was just no point. Besides, if she did not want her mental health to take a beating, it was best to take her mind off things that could push her into a terrible state of mind. Perhaps it was best to bury her head in yet another book i

The man kept staring and Olivia stared back. It was a game between them. A game of who would speak or move first. Olivia studied him. She estimated him to be about five feet eleven inches tall. Brutal scars were etched strategically across his face. As though whoever had chosen to beat him up had been deliberate about it. From his rough exterior, he looked like a man with a mind of his own, who carried his stories. They were, it would seem, a source of strength and laurels of bravery. Even his biceps and muscles had strength etched on them. His eyes were a different story altogether with so much intrigue and mystery. Like the type of person you would not mind telling your life story to, but you would walk away from the conversation feeling as though you learned nothing at all from your listener. He was not a handsome man with interesting features but he could not be classified as ugly either. Something about him screamed allure, danger, and adventure all rolled in one. He looked li