LYCAN'S EMOTION/MERR'S STORY
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Chapter 8
Lucan's pov
I watched her grovel, her eyes dancing in panic. She shivered and, involuntarily—or perhaps not—moved back against her will. She looked at me with terror, as if I was going to swallow her whole.
I would, if I could. Seeing Ric, my beta, whisper nothings to her enraged me.
Was I even supposed to feel that way?
She’s meant to be rejected. But what’s this feeling trying to ignite within me?... Jealousy?
My heart had been sealed decades ago. I no longer feel things. The emotions of others never sparked anything in me. It’s as if my heart is blocked by an invisible iron gate with no pores.
So what’s this feeling? What’s this emotion swirling?
Why does seeing her with Ric trouble me and make me want to tear him away from her—forcefully?
I looked at her—her hands trembling, breath ragged, the beating of her heart a total symphony to my ears.
“You have only one job… omega.”
She raised her face to look at me, and just for a second—a fleeting second—I saw her panicked eyes cloud with something magical, something gallant.
I moved closer to her, and she did the best she could—moving back.
“Take one more step.”
Just like a magnet, she stopped.
“You were only assigned one job, and what? Flirting already?”
I saw her look at me, annoyed.
“I don’t f*****g repeat myself. You’re here to get a test properly, and…?”
Was I going to say that?!
“You don’t! Do flirting on duty!” I almost yelled, and she shifted back.
I reached out my hand and crashed her body against mine.
Attaching my mouth to her neck, she whimpered.
My fangs stretched, struggling to shoot into her neck.
I groaned. s**t—was I holding back from marking her?
Even under this pressure, her arousal filled my nose.
She was f*****g wet—for only ME!
Taking control of my fangs, I dipped down and kissed her neck, making sure I left a huge hickey on her… to mark my freaking territory.
‘Take her now!’
My lycan growled, struggling to take over.
‘Be calm,’ I groaned and released her.
“You’re….. ....' mine'
Unable to say what was on the tip of my tongue, I left her. Exiting.
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BIANCA'S POV
I struggled to breathe. Was I not stupid?
I was almost choked to death, yet all I could picture was being under him.
Involuntarily, my hand went to my neck. I rubbed it.
His breath was f*****g intoxicating. I was almost on the verge of crying out for him to take me.
‘Oh Bianca, you’re gone.’
‘He couldn’t resist us,’ Shirley’s voice came.
Oh please.
‘Didn’t you see? He was struggling to release us. I could feel his desire… and I want him just as much—damn.’
‘You naughty wolf, can you be any less naked?’
She giggled.
‘I want us to do this and win our mate over,’ she said.
I wanted the same thing. I wasn’t stupid. If the lycan said something, then it is what it is.
He doesn’t go back on his words. I wanted his protection. I wanted him to myself—all of him.
For an omega, I know I’m a bit selfish, but then… he’s my mate. I alone deserve him.
His tone was a total turn-on. I was supposed to be scared… yes, I feigned it.
Instead of getting all sweaty from his ironically cold voice, I was getting unimaginably turned on.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Was it supposed to be the mate bond making me feel this jelly?
I do need to control myself to avoid getting embarrassed.
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“Have you ever cut your hair since you were a kid?” Merry asked me as she gave my hair a new style.
She proposed giving it a fresh look.
“Well… I did, when I was 10 and 18,” I answered.
“Really?! And it’s this long and silky? I admire it,” she said, amused.
I chuckled and watched her in the mirror as her smile lengthened her face.
“You know, I’ve only cut my hair once—when I was 16,” she said, and her face suddenly turned sore.
“My father was forced to give away his only land, our only means of feeding, because he was owing Lord Jaruk.”
Lord Jaruk?… Rings a bell.
“He’s my uncle—my mother’s brother—but my mother said he was adopted.”
I watched silently as she told her story.
“He loved my mother… more than siblings should. But my mother never returned the love. She married my father, and they thought he would never come after her again.”
“Well, he never did. At least not in that way.”
“He came as a good person, proposed a deal to my father. It led to my father’s downfall. Even in our lowest state, my father still lent him some coins—which he used to purchase the land my father used to feed us—until the pressure to pay back kicked in.”
“Powerless.”
She broke down.
“My father’s land was taken from him… he died, unable to take in the humiliation. My father hung himself.”
“Lord Azur is not the type to hang himself—but he did.”
“What about your mother?” I found my voice.
She chuckled sadly.
“He took her—from us.”
“Us?”
“He died… when it was just us against the world, struggling to survive.”
I pitied her… yeah, I did.
Trying to warm up the atmosphere, I asked:
“So why did you cut your hair?”
She smiled.
“I was prepared to marry a man of tradition. He was the only person who agreed to help my father—but only if I was given to him.”
“So what happened?”
Curiosity got the better of me.
“He died. And I believe it’s no other than Jaruk
—that monster.”
‘JARUK'
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