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It was already a few minutes passed since the unexpected kiss, I already managed to get off the bed and I was surprise when he let me, I tood frozen, my heart hammering against my chest as King Marcus again closed the distance between us.
I closed my eyes shut as his scent, dark, intoxicating, and strong arms wrapped around me like a silken noose, pulling me in despite the screaming warnings in my head.
Just a few moments later, I felt his fingers around my nose pinching it lightly making me open my eyes and look at him.
"You keep looking at me like you're about to bolt."
Marcus murmured, his deep voice sending a tremor down my spine.
"Why?"
I opened my mouth, I tried to speak, but no words came out.
How could I possibly tell him the truth? Tell him what I feel?
That every moment I spent in his presence made my chest ache with something I was too afraid to name.
That I had heard the stories of how he had once rejected Ayane, a powerful she-wolf without hesitation. And if a warrior like that was not enough for him, what chance did I have?
"Foxy?"
His voice was softer now, coaxing, but it held the undeniable command of a king.
"Tell me."
I shook my head quickly and swallowed the lump in my throat.
"It's nothing."
His golden eyes darkened. In one swift move, he caged me with his arms, pinning me against the wall, his strong and mascular frame felt so overwhelming, making my heart hammer against my chest once more.
He lifted my chin with two fingers, forcing my gaze to meet his.
"I don't like lies."
And before I could gather my wits, his lips once again descended upon mine.
I fee heat...
Blinding, consuming heat.
I gasped against his mouth, my fingers curling against his chest in a weak attempt to push him away. But then who am I kidding? I know for sure I didn't want him to stop.
Goddess, I wanted more...
His kiss was demanding, punishing almost, as if he was determined to pull every thought from my mind until there was nothing left but him.
And I'm a fool to even dare to deny that it was working...
My knees buckled, but Marcus's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his impossibly hard body.
And for the time I could no longer count, I once again felt safe.
Safer than I had ever felt before.
And I'm not going to even try to deny how much it terrifies me.
Because I know too well, safety was a lie.
A cruel trick that always ended in heartbreak.
He pulled away just enough to search my face.
"You're trembling."
He pointed out, I clenched my jaw.
"I'm fine."
A low growl rumbled in his chest.
"You're lying again. Do you think I can't tell? Do you think I don't see the way your mind is at war with itself?"
My breath hitched.
He did see...
Of course he did.
"Talk to me, Foxy..."
He demanded.
"What are you afraid of?"
My hands fisted at my sides.
I look away as I silently promised myself whatever happens, I wouldn't say it. I wouldn't tell him anything.
That I wouldn't let him know how deeply his presence unsettled me.
But staying in his kingdom, another truth I've learned was King Marcus had never been the type to allow silence when he wanted the truth.
"You rejected someone before..."
I finally whispered, my voice barely audible yet enough for him to hear.
"A powerful she-wolf. A warrior. Sh-She told me..."
I added, still refusing to meet his gaze.
"I-If someone like her, if someone like Ayane wasn't enough for you, what do you think that makes me? I can't even shift. I'm... nothing compared to-"
I wasn't able to finish my sentence when he silenced me with another kiss, fiercer this time.
When he pulled away, his eyes burned with an emotion I couldn't decipher.
"Do you think that matters to me?"
He growled.
"Do you think I want strength when I already have enough of it? I don't want a warrior, Foxy. I want you.
I swallowed hard, and I knew just now how my heart is betraying me as it surged with hope.
"You say you're weak."
He continued as his hand cupped my cheek.
"But I see the way you stand your ground, even when you're afraid. I see the way you fight battles no one else can see. And I see the way you're fighting against this, against us."
I squeezed my eyes shut, my chest tight.
"I don't want to get hurt... I don't want another Wolf ruin my hopes for myself like the way he did."
I confessed, I bit my lip when a soft moan escaped my throat the moment I felt the warmth of his touch when his thumb traced my lower lip.
"Then don't run from me. I am nothing like the wolf you once trusted..."
He whispered, his expression full of seriousness I can barely ignore.
And before I could even stop it, a tear slipped down my cheek, and another followed when he wiped it away with his thumb, his touch felt impossibly gentle for a king who seemed to had known only war.
"You belong to me, Foxy."
He murmured.
"And whether you believe it or not, I belong to you."
A shiver ran through me at the raw conviction in his voice.
I wanted to believe him.
Goddess, I wanted to believe him so badly.
But could I?
And before I could even think more, Marcus pulled me into his arms as if sencing all the doubts in my head, I closed my eyes shut as I heard him whisper against my hair.
"I'll prove it to you. No matter how long it takes."
He said, and for some reason, I felt peace.
"I-it's getting late..."
Not knowing what else to say, the words slipped my tongue. Marcus let out a soft chuckle before pulling away.
A heavy silence hung between us, the air was thick with unsaid words.
Selene stood frozen as I let my heart pound against my chest, and my mind still reeling from King Marcus's words.
'It's getting late...'
I flinched when my own words echoed from the back of my head.
Out of so many words to say, all I could tell him his 'It's getting late'?
I inhaled sharply, I was trying to find some courage to look at him.
"You belong to me, Foxy... There's no need for you to be puzzled, the words are simple... You belong to me and I belong to you. Don't fight it anymore."
His voice was deep, unwavering, but it carried a tenderness I had that made my heart sink.
My ears twitched and my eyes widened.
I don't know how many times he had said those words but what was I supposed to say to that?
My lips parted, but again, no words came. I swallowed hard, my body betraying me as warmth crept up my cheeks.
A long pause stretched between us.
King Marcus tilted his head, watching me struggle, amusement glinting in his dark eyes.
"Uh… it's- it's really getting late..."
I again blurted, avoiding his gaze.
"I should… I should go to my own room now. W-we both need to rest!"
I took a step backward, intending to make my escape before my flustered state became more obvious.
But Marcus moved swiftly, blocking my path with his towering frame.
"Are you running away from me, little wolf?"
He asked, his voice laced with amusement.
"No! Of course not!"
I denied too quickly, my knees trembling in nervous betrayal.
He chuckled, the deep, rich sound he made vibrated through the air.
"I didn't realize my confession would make you want to flee."
"I'm not fleeing..."
I insisted, sidestepping him.
"I just-"
In my haste, my foot caught on the thick fur rug, sending me stumbling forward. Before I could fall, strong hands caught my waist, steadying me effortlessly.
My breath hitched as I found myself mere inches from his face again, I forced myself not to close my eyes as his scent once again greeted my nostrils, earthy, powerful, intoxicating.
I exhaled sharply. Two kisses in one night is already so much more to think about.
"You're adorable when you panic."
He murmured, his smirk widening.
"Let me go."
I grumbled as I push against his chest. He relented, allowing me to put space between us.
As I reached for the door, his voice softened.
"Foxy, before you leave, I need to say something."
I stopped but I didn't turn around.
"I'm sorry for killing him."
He said.
"The wolf that was your friend."
I felt my heart clenched, my fingers tightening on the doorknob.
I had known it was coming, but hearing it still brought a pang of sorrow.
"No matter what he did, I know he meant something to you."
Marcus continued.
"I tried to offer him another chance... But he refused that, instead he chose to betray me the second time around. Ronan was a close friend, but he betrayed me. He would have led me to my death."
A heavy silence followed.
Finally I took a deep breath and turned to face him.
"I understand, King Marcus."
I whispered allowing a bitter smile escape my lips.
"I wish… I wish things had been different, but I know why you did it. And thank you, for saving my life."
Something flickered in his gaze, relief, perhaps.
I turned back to the door and pushed it open, stepping into the dimly lit hallway.
I barely took a few steps before I halted, my ears twitching at the sound of a soft chuckle.
"Well, well, well."
A familiar voice drawled.
My head snapped up to find Lucas, he was leaning casually against the stone wall, his arms crossed and a wicked grin stretching across his face. His sharp eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Leaving the King's room in the middle of the night?"
He teased.
"Should I assume congratulations are in order?"
My face burned hotter than before.
"It's not what you think!"
Lucas let out a deep laugh, he seemed to be clearly enjoying my distress.
"Oh, little wolf, you're making this far too easy."
I groaned, tugging the hem of my shirt.
"Lucas, It's late, we've all had a long day, I don't have time for this."
I brushed past him, fully intending to flee, but his chuckles followed me down the hall.
"Oh, I'm definitely not letting this go."
I sighed, knowing Lucas?
I'm sure he's definitely nit letting this go.
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