Semua Bab The Lycan's Temporary Vow: Desired By The Lycan King: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Corvus,She was like a bird who had finally regained her wings. The motorcycle served as those wings, carrying her as far as the open road would allow. I sat behind her, the steady thrum of the engine vibrating through the seat and up into my bones. Her body heat pressed against me through the layers of our jackets, a quiet contrast to the cool night air that rushed past. The wind carried the mixed scents of damp earth, distant pine, and the faint metallic tang of the highway.She had a beautiful scent of her own. Not the sharp edge of expensive cologne, but her actual scent. Omega werewolves were said to carry the sweetest, almost aphrodisiac pheromones. Alpha females rarely held anything so soft. She did. Faint, nearly soothing. The kind of scent that eased the weight from the shoulders and let fatigue slip away. It could have been the mark of a mate. Or it could simply have been the quiet signature of her soul. I did not decide which. I only noted it and let the observation settl

Novaretta,I placed the helmet on the table and threw myself onto the couch. It had been an exhausting day, yet I had enjoyed every single second of it. The crystal chandelier above me cast soft light across the entire room, but my mind kept circling back to the expression Corvus had worn earlier. He had not trusted me. He had wanted evidence before he would believe a word I said.Carolina had already warned me about that. Corvus was my contractual partner, nothing more. A signature on a document did not make him a husband who would offer blind trust. I slowly stood and walked toward the pool area. My jacket slipped from my shoulders and landed on the ground as I approached the water’s edge.Trust was something I had never given anyone, so I never cared whether they trusted me in return. Cedric had not. My parents had not. The world had not. Corvus was simply another temporary presence who would vanish once the contract timeline ended. There was no reason to let his doubts settle und

Corvus, She trembled in my arms like someone who had gone through something terrifying. The fine tremors ran through her shoulders and down her back in uneven waves, and tears soaked the front of my suit, darkening the fabric where her face pressed against my chest. She clung to me with surprising strength for someone so recently unsteady on her feet, fingers locked into the material as if the floor might drop away again. Her breath came in short, broken pulls against my collar. She kept whispering something I could not understand, the words slipping out between soft, panicked sounds that barely formed into language. I shifted my hold carefully, one arm supporting her weight while my free hand rose to her forehead. The moment my palm touched her skin my breath caught. She was burning. Heat radiated from her in steady waves, far beyond the flush of tears or simple distress. The mate-bond between us pulsed in irregular, worried beats, confirming what my hand already told me. F

Novaretta,When I woke again, Eliza was clearing the table and setting out whatever she had cooked. I forced myself upright. The movement pulled at the leftover ache in my muscles, a dull reminder that the fever had only recently loosened its hold. My attention drifted to my knees. Both were neatly bandaged, the white gauze clean and careful against the faint purple of the bruises underneath.“You’re up?” Eliza walked over and removed the ice pack from my forehead with careful fingers. The sudden absence of the cold left a strange tingling across my skin. “The fever is down. Please eat something first.”I looked at her. She wore a simple black shirt, hair loosely tied, looking effortless and composed. I managed a small smile and leaned back against the cushions.“Miss Thorne, you are working here. This doesn’t suit you, does it?”“I’m helping a friend. Why wouldn’t it suit me?” She placed a bowl of herb soup in front of me. “Here. Drink it first. It’s my mother’s recipe.”A friend? S

Novaretta,Corvus carried me all the way through the thinning trees. His scent was too overwhelming for me to stay quiet. The mate-bond reacted with a restless, crawling heat under my skin, tightening in my chest and low in my stomach until every breath felt borrowed. I did not want to feel anything about him. The physical pull was simply a fact of the bond, nothing more. Still, my mind kept cataloguing the solid band of his arm beneath my knees, the steady press of his chest against my side, the dark lethal edge of his scent that somehow settled rather than alarmed me. I felt comfortable in his arms in a way that made my throat tighten with quiet resentment.For a second the thought of him leaving me alone last night instead of staying with me crossed my mind. A faint ache bloomed behind my ribs. I had not been important enough to be held through the fever. That complaint was too small, too insignificant to care. Most of me, the practical part that had survived worse, understood th