Lycan King and the discarded Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Shera is a council member on the King’s side, who on the occasion relays information she believes the King needs to hear before it is brought to the King’s awareness so he is not taking unawares. Xero stares at her king, watching to see if he understands the gravity of the situation. He cannot be playing house with a human when his sit might be in jeopardy, but to the tall brunette’s frank irritation the King looks unbothered by this information and seems to have his focus on the girl in his arms. Damn human.The girl on the table whimpers in distres, her eyes wide with terror as she pleads. Please don’t do this, she cries, tears falling down her face like a river, but the man moving toward her with a menacing expression ignores her pleas, his eyes chilled with rage and hatred. Hold her down! He barks with authority and immediately hands reach out to hold the girl’s limbs, anchoring her to the table. There are people around, gawking with excitement at what is happening, some had ap

DIMITRI POVI try to do some work but couldn’t as my brain kept replaying our conversation. A foreplay of words. My lips lifts with a smile as I play her words in my head. I love her resistance. Female has never denied my attention, if anything they trip over themselves to get my attention.Her playing hard to get is different and interesting. A knock sounds on the door, and I lift my head to watch my men enter with the subject of thoughts trailing behind them. She looks fetching in her old dress, but we are going to remedy that. She doesn’t lift her eyes to acknowledge me, probably shy from our previous conversation. I can’t wait for our next banter. Her fiestiness doesn’t only stimulate me, it turns me on. I watch her look around my office, her gaze assessing. Does she love it? I was keen to know what she thinks. My men greet me, but I barely acknowledged them, my attention on her. She moves to sculpture of a lycan in his animal form, and uses her fingers to caress it surface.

DIMITRI POVWatching her eat is a pleasure of mine. I noticed how delicately she picked at her food, as if savoring it and not wanting the food to end. Would she make love the same way? She has a very sexy lip. The top half is full and very pink, while the bottom half is small and cute like a button. My brain drifts to what else those beautiful lips could wrap around. Now I feel jealous of the donut enjoying this very privilege. I smile when I notice the stain of chocolate on her upper lip. Without asking, I reach across the table to clean it. She instinctively leans back, her brow furrowing. “You have something on your lip.” I point to mine to indicate where the chocolate stain is. “Oh,” she blushes, reaching up with the back of her hand to wipe it off. She makes a further mess of it. I chuckle at the mess. She looks like she has grown a mustache. The image makes me giggle harder.“What?” She narrows her eyes at me. Have I told you how much I love it when she is mad?“You h

DIMITRI POVPatience isn’t something I practice a lot, but with her I am trying. If anyone other than her had spoken to me in such manner they would be dead. I close my eyes and open them, fixing her with a stern look. “The next time you speak to me in that tone I will punish you.” She blushes, averting her eyes from me, before she slowly lifts them back, and in their emerald depth lies guilt and fright. I did not mean to frighten her, but she needs to keep in mind who I am, and I do not tolerate disrespect, not even from the woman I am dying to fuck. “I am sorry,” she speaks, her voice low, and sincere. “Apology accepted,” I smiled at her to let her know all is forgiven. “Ready?” She nods and I take her hand. I stop walking when she doesn’t move with me. I look at her to find her eyes staring somewhere else. "Is something the matter?" “You are holding my hand,” she says as if it is a big feat. I did not understand her surprise. I love holding her hand. It fits perfectly well in

DIMITRI POVHonestly, I don’t know why I claimed her baby. But when I turned to her, I answered. “Because I have always wanted a child.” Her eyes widens, and I smile. “What? Do someone like me not deserve a child?” I am not ignorant as to how most perceive me, and it is a reputation well deserved. I had fought for my seat, and to my people, strength and ruthlessness is power, and I do not regret my past. She doesn’t say anything and faces front. I assumed the conversation is over and starts the car. “And me being your mate?” She questions into the silence, a few minutes into our journey home. I look at her again, but she is staring out of the window. I couldn’t see her face to read what she is thinking. As a Lycan I can read her thoughts if I want to, but I didn’t want to invade her privacy. I remember Xero’s words earlier this morning and ask. “Do you read minds?” Her head snaps in my direction with an obvious surprised expression. “What?” Maybe I am overthinking things. The s