FATED TO THE LYCAN TRIPLETS

CHAPTER FOUR

MORGHAN RHODES POV

Before I get to say anything further or escape there is a strong hostile aura washing around the room, it made mamma whimper, with tears in her eyes, my own eyes narrowed and I turned to look at Lycan King Lord Malachi his eyes blazing between black and red, but I am not affected by his aura.

The growl he emits is like nothing I have ever heard, “What did you just say?” His eyes are still trying to burn holes in me.

Bristling even more I glare right back, as I am about to repeat myself, mamma grips my hand and pulls me behind her, his face is red with hot anger.

Mamma with tears rolling from her eyes, moves closer to him all while not taking her gaze anywhere but with him.

Calming him enough that she literally excuses me and continues to speak quietly with her angry mate.

Making my way back to the room I slept in, I am so angry, how dare he think he can pressure me into submitting to him just because he tells me he does not like something I have said.

I am so angry I want to break things, but I promised Uncle Red that I would try to behave and act or think like a mature person.

I have just under a week before the first of the triplets gets home.

All this does is leave me hoping that maybe now it is the imaginary monster that lives under my bed will finally kill me in my sleep!

With that I grab my pillow and place it in the window, find my stuffed bunny, the one that my father gave me when I was little, and my favourite book, curling up, sliding the small blanket from the bed, and letting myself doze in the morning sun.

I am woken by someone again banging on the door, to start with I thought I was dreaming, but now it has gone on too long and for the goddess knows how many times.

“WHAT?” I yell at the door, not really wanting to move from my cozy little spot. “Miss Morghan, it is Tyson, I am your personal guard. Lycan King Malachai Lordes asked that I introduce myself and check that you were still in the Palace.” the poor guy, although he was very clear when he advised me what he was expected to do.

Making me groan even more, I manage to drag myself up and across the room to the door, I smell the air, nothing. Damn Lycan’s, able to obscure their scent unlike this guy who has a very pungent odour that personally makes me recoil.

“Um, oh that’s okay Tyson, I am trying on clothes, so I won't open the door, but rest assured I am definitely standing right here in my room as always!” I say along with a roll of my eyes.

“Miss Morghan, please would you come to the door, my directives are not negotiable” Tyson continued, I can hear the trepidation in his voice, but the more he speaks the angrier he makes me.

“OKAY THEN! GIVE ME A MINUTE!” I yelled at the door, wishing that I could make it shatter, just by looking at it.

In my pyjama's I push past Tyson and march toward “His Lordship’s!” Pfft! Office.

KNOCK!!!

KNOCK!!!

KNOCK!!!

Belting my hand on the door, which was slightly ajar.

With the door opening to show Lycan King Lord Malachi looking equally as angry with the intrusion.

Before I get a chance to say anything, he has dismissed Tyson and had him close and lock the door. I vaguely heard the click as I hit my legs on the front of his desk, meeting his glare with my own.

“SIT DOWN MORGHAN!” he bellows in my face, I didn’t reply, nor did I move. His eyes blazing at my ‘insubordination!’ “I want answers!” I demand.

“THEN SIT YOUR BEHIND IN THE SEAT NOW, please,” Lycan King Lord Malachi bellowed, not as much as before but then the manners which were really unexpected.

I take a seat and keeping my body rigid, my eyes fixed on his waiting for him to explain his actions.

“My security and protection of you is not optional,” Opening my mouth, I attempt to argue, and he holds his hand up to my face to stop me. “Wait until I am finished,” his glare enforcing his words. Man, this guy likes to try push his weight around, I wonder what sort of freak his Lycan is. The thought causing me a small grin.

He’s watching me, but he can watch, especially if he wants me to wait till he’s finished.

“You will have a personal security with you, and when the boy’s return one of them will accompany and protect you anytime you leave the Palace.” His pause is palpable before he adds “with their LIVES, I hope you understand.”

**Back Down, Back Down** there’s a small voice in my head, but as usual, I don’t listen, with the intention to challenge him about his dramatics, when the voice seemed louder now, with a yelp, followed by **Back Down** this time the sensation to shut my mouth gets the better of me.

We get through the lecture and then he just told me to leave his office, and that we would discuss my sleeping arrangements later but only, after I have some time to think about my behaviour.

With that, I retreat to my room, still wanting to scream and lash out. But maybe I should think about things, maybe i should take a few days and then I can plan my escape and I will go back to the pack. I guess then he will re-think things.

I wish I could speak to pappa, he would never want me to be unhappy and right now I am downright miserable