Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan Legacy: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

She’s in my arms. My mate, no, our mate, she’s in my arms again. I refuse to let her go, ignoring the looks from the Wolves around us as we drive back to our Residence.I can feel her breath on my skin. I can hear her heart beating. It sounds like a frightened bird. She feels like one, cradled in my strength and I know if I wanted I could crush her without little effort. But I won’t do that. I’d never do that. I’m going to protect her.I look at Aeron and he’s obviously assessing us.We should claim her. I think in my head.He narrows his eyes. Not yet.Why not? I snap. I’m more than ready to. Hell I’m ready to shout it from the rooftops, to let everyone know who this girl is. I want them to know. I want them to treat her with respect. To understand that this is their future Luna, the future mother of our pups.Cain. Aeron growls in my head. And I know he can feel it. I’m getting ahead of myself. Letting my emotions run. But forgive me for caring.We don’t even know her. He thinks.We

I pace around the room. Everything about it is big. The bed is huge, bigger than a kingsize. It’s almost obscenely big. It looks as though you could fit half a dozen people in there. There’s a wardrobe and dressing table to the side. The dressing table has toiletries and perfumes, everything a girl could want to pamper herself with. Though the wardrobe is empty. Curiously empty.It’s as if they want me to stay in these clothes, in their clothes though I can’t make sense of why that would be.I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look so pale. There’s a huge bruise coming up across the side of my face where Silas hit me. My hair looks a complete mess. I have bits of debris from the woods in it and I pick up the brush and try to get them out. I don’t often look at myself. I try to avoid it as much as possible. Every feature on my face can be linked back to my parents. I look like the perfect mix of them both and it hurts to see it. I have the same wild hair as my mother. The same ey

I let out a sigh of relief once we’re out of the room. Dylan smirks watching me.“Come along, you don’t want to be breaking the rules this soon.” He mutters.I nod, quickly following him and then I pause.“Can we go by the Kitchens? I’m really hungry.” I ask.He stops appraising me. “No.” He says and my jaw drops.“But I thought…” I begin.“Don’t think.” He says. “The Alphas said to take you to your room so let’s go.”I nod. Swallowing my annoyance and follow him back up the stairs. I’ve gone days without eating before so it’s not like I’m not used to being hungry.When we get to my room, he locks me back in but ten minutes later he returns with a tray of hot food.I know I’m staring at him in surprise and he rolls his eyes.“Stop looking at me like that.” He mutters as he puts the tray down.“I thought you were going to make me starve.” I state.He sighs. “Do you have any idea what you look like right now?” He asks and I frown looking down at myself.“What..?” I begin.“Pretty much y

Cain was right, I do need a bath. I need to wash. To scrub myself. To get the stench of the last few days off me and try to get some semblance of control over what the hell I’m doing.I walk into the bathroom and thank god there’s a lock on the door. I throw off my clothes, Aeron’s and Cain’s clothes technically, and while the bath is filling I get in the shower and let it wash away the residual dirt. The water that comes off is literally black with dirt and I wonder how disgusting I must seem to these people, these Wolves.I brush my hair, easing out the knots at first and eventually just get so frustrated I grab it all up and almost hack at it with the brush in my annoyance to fix it. If there were a pair of scissors nearby I’d be tempted to actually cut it off but there’s nothing. No sharp objects. Nothing that could do me harm or anyone else for that matter.I guess in this moment I should be grateful that Silas had my entire body lasered so I don’t have any body hair because ther

Dylan escorts me down to the Kitchens an hour later by which point I’m actually ravenous. He points out the fruit bowl that is more than obvious and lets me know where the cereals and plates are.“Can I cook something?” I ask and he shrugs. He’s clearly in a huff this morning.I take it as a yes and start searching for a pan as well as all the ingredients and start cooking before he can say anything more.“Do you want some?” I ask when I’ve finished pilling it all onto a plate. I always make too much but, with French toast, it’s hard not to.“Are you trying to bribe me with food girl?” He asks.I smirk. “I guess it depends on the quality of the food.” I state and he snorts.He picks up a slice eyeing it with suspicion and then bites into it. His eyes widen just a little and then he wolfs the rest down. “Not bad.” He mutters and I laugh.“Liar.” I mutter under my breath.He throws me a look because obviously he’s heard me and I make a point of ignoring him by pouring maple syrup onto m