Rejected By My Mate, Now Mated To The Lycan King Chapter 63

~ NYSSA

Ho

I wasn’t sure if that was the word I’d use to describe the palace but I was far too tired to argue.

Rowan carried through the dimly lit palace halls, one hand wrapped firmly around my back and the other under my knees.

A part of wanted to be put down, but the other more sentintal side of wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible. With Rowan there was no way to tell when the switch would flip and he’d resort to being an ass again.

"You’re staring at ," he drawled, not even bothering to look at .

My cheeks heated and I quickly looked away, but his chest wasn’t a much better option.

The first few buttons were undone revealing a very toned, very scarred expanse of skin. The scars disappeared under his clothes and against my better judgnt, I reached out, a finger hovering over his skin.

His breath caught in his throat, his heart racing under my touch and I quickly snatched my hand back.

"I’m sorry," I mumbled. "I shouldn’t have."

"It’s fine," he ground out, his voice a bit harsher than usual.

I briefly wondered if I’d upset him or crossed a line, but I didn’t get the chance to ask because he stopped in front of a pair of double doors. It looked different from the last ti I was here and when he opened the door, I realized it was different.

"Where are we?" I asked, taking in the new room.

It was roughly the sa size as the last one but the bed was bigger and the walls were a deep beige color. The sheets were black and there was an untouched vanity in the corner of the room, right next to a large table that had docunts stacked high on it.

A small fireplace was opposite the bed and in front of it was a bean bag and an arm chair.

Every inch of it scread of pristine luxury.

The further we got into the room, the more Rowan’s scent enveloped and for a mont, I thought it was because I was in his arms. However, once he gently deposited on the bed, I realized it wasn’t coming from him... it was everywhere.

It was on the sheets, it was in the air.

"Where am I?" I asked.

His didn’t respond at first. Instead, he sat at the edge of the bed and reached for my foot.

I jerked it back, leveling him with a hard glare. "Answer ."

He sighed. "Your room."

I shook my head. "I rember what my room looked like. This isn’t it."

He looked up at , his expression equal parts bored and exasperated. "This is your new room."

"Then why does it sll like you?"

"Because it is mine as well."

I already knew the answer, but hearing it from his mouth felt like a punch in the gut.

I took in the room again, searching for anything that made it explicitly his, but there was none. There were no pictures, no articles of clothing. It was too perfect.

"If I’m here, where are you going to sleep?"

He stared at like I’d grown another head. "Here of course."

"I’m not sleeping in the sa room as you, Rowan," I told him plainly. "I don’t even know you."

"You don’t need to, we are mates."

I scoffed. "That’s rich. You haven’t even acknowledged the mate bond." He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off. "If you say anything about kissing , I swear I will lose my fucking mind."

He shut his lips imdiately, a deep frown forming between his brows.

I ran my fingers through my hair with a sigh, wondering how the fuck I’d ended up in this situation when three months ago my life was fucking perfect.

I stood to my feet, swaying a little from exhaustion.

Rowan reached out to to steady , but I levelled him with a hard glare.

"I need another room."

"There is no other room," he said simply. "You will sleep here. We are mates."

"I am not going to sleep with you!"

"And why the fuck not?"

"Because you don’t get to pick and choose when you want this to work for you!" I scread, unable to stop myself. "You don’t get to push away then play the hero and expect that it will make bend over backwards."

He went silent instantly, his face returning to a carefully neutral mask as he watched .

I waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. Instead, he watched , as if waiting for to continue so I did.

"I don’t trust you, Rowan," I told him softly. "I don’t know that you won’t wake up tomorrow and change your mind. I don’t know that in two days you won’t throw out of your bed and ask to leave. I’m not going to put in my all just to have you decide you don’t want it later. I can’t stay here."

I finished my rant with a sigh and for a long minute, he didn’t speak. He sat there watching , eyes locked intensely with mine.

I shuffled on my feet, heart pounding with nerves as I twiddled my fingers in front of .

"There is another room next door," he said finally. "I can ask a maid to clean it for you."

I was surprised that he’d agreed so easily, especially when it wasn’t what he wanted but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"I’d appreciate that, thank you."

He stood to his feet, clearing his throat as he looked anywhere but at . "You can rest here for a while. I’ll return to get you when the room is clean."

He didn’t give a chance to respond before walking out of the room and to be honest, I was surprised that he left in his space without supervision.

I so terribly wanted to snoop. The surface of the room told nothing.

However, I was too exhausted for that.

I sat upright in the bed, marveling at how soft it was. I sank into it like butter on bread.

I closed my eyes, only for a second. I must have underestimated just how tired I was because the next thing I knew, I was out like a light.