All Chapters of The Bastard Wolf: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

* Ivan *"I don't need a healer, you can all go. What I need is just rest before I meet him again tomorrow."The old healer froze his step on the bedroom door when I said it. Dorina watched me shift from sitting on her Queen-size comfy Princess-like bed to stretching my aching legs. In a different circumstance, I wouldn't sleep in a bed like this, I would rather have the floor."Ivan, you are injured don't waste the healer's time, and at least have him take a look at your shoulders and your bruises."The bleeding had stopped a few minutes ago. This was nothing compared to what I had experienced in my life, I've been to countless battles, got deeper wounds, and near-death experiences, but she's not aware of all that."I said I don't need a healer Princess. And you old man!"I turned to the healer, whose hands and face looked pale. "I'm giving you a few seconds to leave or I will throw you in that window."My eyes turned towards the glass window covered with a light purple curtain. The

* Ivan *In the end, I slept on the couch in the sitting room. It didn't make me feel as comfortable as when I was resting on top of her bed, but she needs a rest too. After that kiss in front of the elder, I don't think I could lie down beside her without thinking of sex. She's a damned attractive woman, her scent and her body could drive any man to madness. Not to mention that I have liked how her lips tasted against mine.It would have been better if we didn't have this deal. The wedding ceremony was real but I agreed to leave after a year. I groaned while stretching my legs on the couch. I don't think I could sleep after that encounter in her bedroom.After my painful past with a woman, I thought I wouldn't feel anything like this anymore but I was wrong. Because my damned heart began to flutter again and my body reacts whenever she is around. Another groan escaped from my throat as I got up and sighed. Maybe it's better to have something to do rather than thinking. I walked out t

* Dorina *He was not comfortable with the clothes he was wearing wearing but I have to say he looked like a different person. Ivan was handsome and dangerously attractive; I've been aware of that since the first time we met. But I wasn't aware he would be more attractive after just wearing what the noblemen were wearing. He hated it but I persuaded him.When the doors of the throne room were opened by the royal guards for us, I couldn't help but feel my heart beat fast. We were going to face my angry father again. Being the Alpha King gives him this strong presence that makes every wolf bow even his family members."Relax Princess, it's just your father and a bunch of old wolves. At least this isn't the first time that I've met him."His hand found mine before I could answer. Ivan laced our fingers together without asking my permission. It was tight, possessive, like he was anchoring both of us. His palm was warm. I could feel the faint tremor in him that no one else would notice, th

* Dorina *"Your Highness, let us go with you."Matilda was upset, and so was Nathalie, as they pleaded with me while they packed my clothes and other things I needed to bring. They were trying to convince me to let them come."I'm sorry but you two have to stay here. This place needs you more than the place I would go to. My mother would've wanted to keep this place in order until the day."I almost uttered the words but Ivan came into the bedroom. "How long before you finish packing?"Matilda and Nathalie both stiffined. The trunk between them was only half full, my dresses folded with shaking hands, my books stacked haphazardly on top. Neither of them curtsied. That alone told me how distressed they were."Not long," I answered for them. My voice sounded strange to my own ears. Despite being sad I stayed calm.Ivan's eyes flicked from the trunk in front of us to my face. He was already wearing his leather jacket, black and sleek with his t-shirt underneath. He did not look like a m

* Dorina *After I freshened up I walked out of the small bathroom. And my eyes quickly saw him on top of the couch..his big figure trying to fit.He was too big for that small old couch. That was my first thought. My second thought was far less proper when my eyes surveyed him. He was half naked.The leather jacket that he wore was thrown over the arm of the couch, his t-shirt was there too. He was left only with a pair of low-slung sweatpants. The thin blanket he had so gallantly grabbed for himself was on the floor. I guess he didn't need it.He looked asleep. Or he is just pretending to be. His one arm was thrown over his eyes to block the buzzing light that he did not turn off, the other hanging off the side. His chest rose and fell, slow and deep. Moon Goddess help me.I had seen statues of men's bodies in the palace gardens. I had seen paintings of naked warriors and even saints with less clothes on. I had not seen a real man like this, not ever, not breathing in the same small