All Chapters of MATED TO THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RILEYWe are in our most recent position that has somehow become our normal position.Ryan’s favorite way to sleep.Earlier, he held me. Took me in his arms, while he hand goes through my hair in gentle pats. Soothing. Very soothing.Now, he lets me hold him.He comes to bed, late as usual, and if I am asleep, he somehow nuzzles his way into my arms, so his head is kept close to my chest. And if I awake, I would spread out my arms and let him rest in my arms.This is complicated. I know.There is still no concrete definition for our relationship. But I know I like breathing in the scent of his hair when they lay splayed on my chest. The way his hands go around my waist and my belly.It had been that way last night.After our shift, he had the decency to turn around when I shifted back.I had been quite courageous to strip in front of him before the shift, because so many things were going on with me at that time.But when the pain was gone, along with the bother of the shift process g

RILEYRyan had welcomed her, with a grumpy look on his face.Philemon had looked at her like her wanted to take her home.All these I watched from afar.Then after they were all done with their pleasantries, I waited for them to let her off. That had taken Ryan just a few minutes to do, but Philemon had lingered longer than necessary.When he had finally left, I rushed towards my friend, and she dropped all she was carrying to grab me in a big hug.This is a reunion I have waited so long for.I had thought that with his recent attitude towards me, he would not let anyone with anything that has to do with me come one hundred and twenty kilometers close to him or his territory. But he had welcomed her.He hadnt smiled. Looked like he was in no mood to smile. I had arched to go there, reach over and smoothen those frown lines on his face. But coming close to him wasn’t part of the plan. Coming just a bit closer to him, when he catch my eyes, where my nose can catch his scent, is not go

RILEY It has been, two days and two nights since I spoke to Ryan. Two days and two nights of staying indoors with Stefani. Two days and two nights since I carried this guilt of talking to him like that. I could read his face. The expression of hurt on his face still hunts me. He looked like he wanted to tell me everything, but there was something in it that was so embarrassing to spill. It had hurt me that he feels he could be embarrassed with me. Well, that had just been a mere hurt, till I coiled back in here with my bundle, and Stefani had looked at me with that stern mother hen look of hers, then asked me; “If the tables were turned, would you do same for him?” It had shocked me about how intuitive she can be, because even till now, I haven’t told her a thing about what is going on between myself and Ryan, so how can she just analyze everything and give me such feedback. But she wasn’t wrong though. If the tables were turned… like had it been Ryan hasn’t been a pryi

RILEY“I don’t know how I feel about this.” I complain.“why?” Stefani asks without even looking at me.“My lady do you feel sick?”Martha asks, throwing all concern into that question.“I feel like we might get into trouble.” I explain.I do not know how Stefani had talked me ino dressing up in my simplest gown and pulled me to the entrance of the hall, which all three of us are standing in front of now.She had suggested we come for the maiden’s meeting.I had forgotten that Stefani liked adventures. She likes to push buttons to know what will happen if she does this, and what could occur if she does that.My brain, heart and mind had screamed ‘no’ when she had mentioned coming here, yesterday.I am yet to recover from the pained look Ryan never stopped sending my way when I didn’t go up to sit beside him on the Council space, and I don’t know, but I feel like this move of mine would annoy him the more.Stefani had somehow read my mind on the reason for my refusal.Then she asked me

RYANShe had kissed me.She is still kissing me.I am torturing myself.My Lycan is so very ready to chew my head off.She is in my arms, and she seems eager. Though I am not sure she knows what is running through my mind, by her actions.I should pull her closer to me. We are already in my room. I should take her to my bed. Have her in my arms, and maybe mark her.But I can’t. I just cannot. I can’t bear to deceive her. And me not telling her about a lot of things she ought to know about, to me is a deceit.But, as much as I will never really admit it, I am scared.I had hesitated in telling her just one thing and she had run.And I have spent days without having her close. Heavens.It has been a torture.One even worse than that which that man used to put me through.These few days without her has thought me a few things. One of which is that, it is better to never have, than to have and to loss. I had survived days without going to see her when she was still in that pack, though