Semua Bab The Lycan Legacy: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Cain leaves the next day. He gives me a hug but no more. I haven’t left my room since. I’m hiding, partly because I can’t face Aeron, and partly because I’m aware every Wolf can smell me right now, can smell my period and it feels mortifying.Dylan is back. He’s got friends too. Aeron has assigned three new guards and for that at least I’m grateful because right now I feel so horrifically vulnerable though I can’t pinpoint why.The Crimson Shadow Pack are off Aeron and Cain’s lands. I should feel safer.But I don’t.Dylan brings me my meals and it feels like I’ve reverted right back to how I was when I first came out of the cells. I’ve withdrawn, hidden away, I’m petrified of my own shadow again.It’s been days, days of me sat in the dark, stuck as my thoughts spin in my head.“Why aren’t you leaving your room?” Layla asks crouching down beside me and I jump in shock. I hadn’t heard her come in. I was too lost in my own head.“Why are you here? Won’t Aeron be mad at you?” I reply, bli

I can’t stand there. I can’t hear her thoughts, because all it’s doing is making me want to lash out. Making me want to smash half the room to pieces and I know that will make her even more scared. I don’t understand how she can even think the things she does. How the mate-bond even allows it. She should trust me, she should trust her mate.And yet here it is, more evidence that she doesn’t. More evidence that once again she despises me. Despises Wolves.I have to leave. I have to get out of here before I lose control and do something I’ll regret.I storm through the Residence and into our office. A few wolves try to stop me, try to ask about inconsequential things, and I brush them off. I can deal with them later, I can deal with Pack issues later, once my mind clears, once that anger and betrayal inside me fades.Almost immediately my phone rings and I pick it up knowing exactly who is on the other end.“Cain.” I sigh, running my hand over my face. I know he had to leave, I know log

I fall back on the grass, one of my hands is on my stomach and the other is laid beside me, covered in blood. My blood. It’s sticky, congealing between my fingers already. My breaths are coming short and fast. It hurts so much, and I can feel the tears streaming silently down my face, but I can’t make any sound.Suddenly, voices are all around me. I see Axel, the Pack Doctor. He’s rushing to me but he doesn’t get to me first. Aeron does.He grabs my hand, and I stare up at him. I can feel the tingle, the rush of emotion even now as his skin touches mine. It’s the mate-bond, I think vaguely.There are so many guards around us now. So many Wolves.“She’s lost a lot of blood.” Axel says.“We need to get her to the infirmary.” Aeron growls. His eyes are flashing in anger. I can see the rage literally boiling inside him.I’m carried in his arms. I feel so weak. Pathetic. I don’t know how my guards are, if they’re injured, if Layla is even okay.“They’re fine.” Aeron murmurs to me. He’s hol

I wake in almost complete darkness. My pain is not gone but it feels muted, more like a dull ache. I roll over and realise the bed I’m in is far too big, far too soft, to be the infirmary one.And the smell, I know that smell, it’s one of fear and delight, ecstasy and trepidation. My eyes snap open as Aeron brushes a strand of hair from my face. I’m in his bed. I’m in Aeron’s bed.I gasp in shock and fear too.He’s marked me, is he looking to finish it off, to complete the mating ritual?“You’re still weak.” He murmurs. “You’ll need at least a few more day’s rest to fully heal.”I nod. I’m not sure what else to say because clearly, he wants me to spend the next few days resting in his bed.He pulls me carefully so I’m leaning onto him. I can feel his skin against mine. He’s not wearing anything except a pair of boxers and the t-shirt I’m in has ridden up so that most of my torso is exposed.He takes a deep breath, burying his face in my hair. “You smell so good.” He mutters.I want to

My eyes widen. “Wh, what?” I stammer.“I won’t do anything you don’t want. I can hear your thoughts remember.”“What are you going to do?” I ask. I can hear my heart starting to race, though I don’t know if it’s in fear or excitement.He takes my face in his hands, his lips brush against mine and for once, he’s not domineering. He’s not aggressive. I let him kiss me and as his tongue slides in past my parting lips, I feel my body respond.He runs his hands up the back of my legs. I’m still on top of him and as his hands find my arse, I let out a moan.“Rosalie.” He murmurs against my lips, before rolling so that he’s on top of me and I’m flat on my back in his bed. I stare up at him. He pulls the t-shirt I’m wearing up above my crotch and I lie there. Doing nothing. Letting him do what he wants, what he’s trying to show me.His fingers brush against my pussy over the lace of my thong and, as he watches my face for a reaction, I feel my arousal begin to pour out of me. Apparently, my