My hands pressed weakly against his chest, but the solid warmth of his body beneath my palms only made my resolve crumble further.
"You—you’re being ridiculous," I managed to say, though my voice wavered, betraying my lack of conviction.
"Am I?" he countered, leaning back just enough to et my eyes. The heat in his gaze was unrelenting, dark and primal, sending my pulse skittering like prey caught in a hunter’s sights.
"Yes, your majesty!" I blurted, desperation creeping into my tone. "This is... this is completely inappropriate!"
He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that rumbled in his chest. "Inappropriate?" he murmured, tilting his head as if amused by the word. "You forget sothing important, darling. You are my bride."
Heat scorched my cheeks as his words wrapped around like a chain. "I—I don’t want this," I stamred, clutching at the last shred of defiance I had left.
"But I do," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. "And what are we to do then, hmm?"
For a mont, ti stood still. The air between us crackled with tension, his breath warm against my skin. My heart thundered in my chest, a chaotic rhythm that matched the storm brewing inside .
But then I rembered who he was.
This wasn’t just anyone—it was him. The Lycan King. The arrogant, cruel, and impossible man who seed to take pleasure in toying with .
Summoning every ounce of willpower, I turned my head sharply, breaking the mont. "Your Majesty," I said, my voice trembling but firm. "This has gone far enough."
For a heartbeat, there was only silence. Then, to my surprise, he pulled back, his smirk not leaving his lips.
"You’re a stubborn one," he mused, almost to himself, his tone carrying a mix of amusent and sothing deeper, sothing unreadable.
I stayed frozen, my breath shallow, as he rose to his feet. His movents were unhurried, his presence still commanding even as he stepped away.
"Rest well, darling," he said softly, his voice laced with an undertone I couldn’t quite place. With that, he turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.
The room was silent, but my mind was anything but. I sank back onto the bed, pressing a hand to my racing heart. My palms still tingled where they had pressed against him, and the faint mory of his touch lingered like a ghost.
I dragged a shaky breath, my thoughts spiraling. His words echoed in my head, taunting . You are my bride. The claim, the audacity—it was infuriating.
Yet, as I lay there staring at the ceiling, another thought clawed its way to the surface, one I didn’t want to admit. Why did I not hate it? Why did a part of —however small—respond to him?
Snap out of it, I scolded myself, shaking my head as if the motion could banish the confusing swirl of emotions.
Shoving the blankets aside, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Or at least, I tried to.
The mont I put weight on my feet, the room tilted violently, and a wave of dizziness slamd into . My vision blurred, and I stumbled forward, my knees buckling as I collapsed to the ground. My palms slapped against the cold floor, and I gasped for breath, but it felt like the air was thick, heavy, refusing to fill my lungs.
Then ca the pain.
It started as a dull ache in my chest, but it quickly grew sharper, deeper, like claws digging into my ribcage. I doubled over, clutching at my chest as if that could sohow stop the agony, but it only worsened.
And then the void hit .
It was unlike anything I had ever felt before, an emptiness so profound it felt as though soone had reached inside and ripped out a part of my soul. I froze, my hands trembling as I reached for the bond, the connection that had always been there, humming softly in the back of my mind.
But there was nothing.
"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Panic clawed its way up my throat as I tried again, reaching desperately for the presence that had always been there, no matter what.
But my wolf... she was gone.
"No, no, no," I gasped, shaking my head as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. This wasn’t possible. This couldn’t be possible. A werewolf’s bond with their wolf wasn’t sothing you could just lose. It was a part of you, as essential as breathing.
But the silence in my mind was deafening.
I collapsed onto my side, curling into myself as the pain in my chest grew unbearable. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, a grief so raw and overwhelming that it threatened to consu .
"Where are you?" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Please... co back."
But there was no answer.
Tears stread down my face as I lay there, helpless and broken. The room around seed to blur, the walls closing in as despair took hold. I didn’t know how long I stayed there, trembling and gasping for breath, but it felt like an eternity.
Eventually, the pain dulled, leaving only the hollow ache of the void. My limbs felt heavy, my body drained of every ounce of energy.
What had happened?
Why couldn’t I feel my wolf?
And... what did this an for ?
I managed to pull myself up, gripping the edge of the bedfra as the dizziness tried to drag down again. My legs felt weak, trembling beneath as though they might give out any second, but I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t just sit and wallow in this emptiness.
There was only one person I could think of.
The thought felt insane, irrational even, but my body moved on instinct. Him. The Lycan King. Why was he the first person that ca to mind in this horrible mont? Was it because he was always there? Or because, for all his arrogance and mind gas, he had never truly hurt .
Was it because he was all I had?
He was my captor, yes, but he was also the only constant in this strange, cruel new world I found myself in. He hadn’t abandoned . Not yet, anyway.
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