“Okay, you can let go of my hand now,” I said once the Lycan Leader’s figure disappeared.
My naturally sharp senses made the numerous gazes in the hall trained on us a difficult task to ignore. And when one of those gazes belonged to the Lycan Commander, all I wanted to do was flee.
“Hmm.” The Lycan Heir nodded, but he made no move to release his hold. His eyes swept around the hall, then he strode to an unoccupied sofa and pulled me into his lap.
“The hell!” I stiffened, then struggled to get off his lap. What the hell was the bastard doing? How dare he touch me?
I was still in the process of digesting the fact that the Lycan Heir I hated had me sitting on his lap, cursing and fuming in rage as I tried to push to my feet, when a nick on my earlobe made me yelp, and strong arms wrapped
