Chapter 56
Being locked up sucks a lot. It doesn't matter if it's in a ridiculously huge, extravagant bedroom or a dungeon. When the guard threw me into the Alpha King’s bedroom, the first thing I noticed was how huge it was. At first, I didn’t even think it was a bedroom until I saw the massive king-sized bed near a huge window. Literally, everything was enormous, even his flat-screen television mounted on the wall. I liked big things, but this was a bit extreme—although beautiful. The walls were painted a nice light shade of grey. A large window covered the entire left wall of the room, and I guessed he had a thing for views because I could see a breathtaking scene of massive mountains covered in fog.
I walked around, looking at some of his things. He was a very mysterious creature. Normally, people kept pictures of their family or friends, but this guy had nothing—not even a single photograph. The room felt lonely, devoid of any warmth. Who was the Lycan King?
I must have been sitting on his bed for hours, but no one came except for the guard who had brought me here. He had only returned once to bring me food. I was grateful for that—I hadn't thought anyone cared whether I lived or died of starvation. I sighed as I watched the sunset, which was soon replaced by the beauty of a full moon.
I stood up with a sigh. Now I had to look for a switch to turn on the lights in the room. The task turned out to be harder than I had expected. The room was so big that I struggled to find the switch as darkness slowly filled the space. Thankfully, the moonlight helped illuminate the room, so at least I wasn’t walking around blindly. I walked toward the door, hoping the switch was somewhere on the wall nearby.
Thankfully, it was right there. Just as I turned the lights on, the door suddenly swung open with so much force that it hit me hard in the face.
“Ouch!” I screamed, staggering backward. I almost fell, but thankfully, whoever had hit me with the door grabbed my arms to keep me from falling.
I held my forehead, which had taken the brunt of the impact. A bruise was definitely going to form. “Who even opens a door like that? What are you, the NYPD?” I chastised, not even looking at the culprit. I was so pissed off—who the hell opens a door like that? “Ouch, goddamn it, it hurts,” I whined, trying to pull my arms free from the grasp of whoever was holding me.
“Let me see that,” a deep voice said, and I widened my eyes, realizing it was the Lycan King. I looked up at him as he examined my forehead. “You’ll be fine, but there will definitely be a bruise,” he said, looking back at me.
I quickly nodded and pulled my arms from his grasp. This time, he let me go.
I took a few steps back as he walked past me, heading toward the window. He stood there, gazing at the full moon. “What were you doing so close to the door anyway? Thinking of escaping, are we?” he asked, his deep voice dripping with sarcasm. He knew I wouldn’t get very far if I tried.
I rolled my eyes behind his back. “Of course not, Alpha. I wouldn’t even dare try that. I was just looking for the switch,” I replied in a bored tone. It annoyed me that this creature thought I was stupid. I was planning on escaping—but I knew it was too soon to make a move.
“I see,” he said, turning around to face me. “Maybe you should try watching your words carefully whenever you address me or any other wolf. I am your king now, and I’m beginning to lose my patience with you.”
I swallowed hard. This was going to be difficult. I had a big mouth—I couldn’t help blurting out rude remarks whenever someone pissed me off. “Yes, Alpha King, I will try to watch my words and my tone.”
“Good. You will sleep on the floor right here in this room every night from now on. I expect you not to disturb me when I’m asleep. My beast doesn’t like to be disturbed, especially on a full moon,” he said, walking toward his dresser. I couldn’t help but notice how gracefully he moved—every step was regal, every motion fluid. He was true royalty.
I quickly turned around so my back was facing him as he began to undress without shame. Damn wolves.
“Yes, of course. I wouldn’t dare disturb the great Lycan King while he sleeps,” I said sarcastically. He was really getting on my nerves—ordering me to sleep on the floor, sit on the floor, and not disturb him, as if I’d even want to disturb a sleeping Lycan. What did he take me for?
“Are you being sarcastic with me, human?” he asked, suddenly close behind me, making me jump a little. He was unbelievably fast—I could feel his breath near my ear.
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare…” I replied, layering each word with extra sarcasm. I didn’t know why I was like this. I knew I shouldn’t be, but I couldn’t help it. He was testing me, and I was failing miserably.
I heard him scoff behind me, but I didn’t dare turn around. “You are a very defiant little human.”
“It isn’t my intention, King.”
“Well, then, what are your intentions, little human? By being defiant, what do you expect to gain?” he asked, his hand brushing my hair away from my neck, leaving it completely exposed to him. My heart began racing. What was with him and my neck? For all I knew, he could be some kind of Lycan vampire like in the movies.
“I have no intentions,” I said, stepping slightly forward to put some distance between us. But he gently grabbed my right arm, keeping me in place. I gasped at the sparks that erupted from the skin-to-skin contact.
“Is that so? Then I’ll have to keep you in this room for the rest of your existence. That way, you won’t get savagely ripped to pieces by my pack. Unlike me, they are not very tolerant—one rude remark from you, and they’ll tear you apart.”
I shivered visibly. The thought of being torn apart by wolves terrified me. I had seen it happen to my family and friends. It was horrifying. However, I didn’t like the idea of being locked in his room forever either. “I won’t be rude. You can’t possibly lock me in here forever, Alpha King,” I said, turning around to face him.
That was a mistake. He was too close—way too close.
He smirked when he saw my wide eyes. “Oh, I can do whatever I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“But… but I told you I wouldn’t be rude to any of your wolves!” I said, frustrated.
He raised his eyebrows when I raised my voice at him. “Do not raise your voice at me, human.”
“I am sorry…” I apologized, avoiding eye contact.
“I will think about what to do with you. In the meantime, you will stay where I tell you to stay without questioning me or begging me to change my mind. It is really aggravating how pathetic humans can be. Whatever the goddess was thinking, giving me a human as a mate, is beyond me,” he said, walking away from me.
He was shirtless, wearing only white sweatpants. I stared at him as he jumped onto his large bed, lying on his back and staring at the white ceiling for a while before shutting his eyes. I couldn’t help but notice his beautiful tattoos—they were so artistic and symbolic. I would have asked what they meant, but he probably would have lectured me about how I wasn’t allowed to ask questions since I was just a weak little human with no rights in his home.
I sighed and went to sit by the window on the floor. My plan was to stare at the beautiful moon until morning, then sleep on his couch in the afternoon when he would be out handling pack matters. I shivered as the night grew colder, my eyes becoming droopy. I tried to stay awake, but eventually, I found myself giving in to sleep.
I moaned softly at the warmth and comfort of the soft bed.
Bed?!
I slowly opened my eyes in shock. The King had probably switched off the light—it was still nighttime, and the full moon illuminated the room with a soft glow. I felt a large hand on my belly and turned my head slightly to the right.
I was on the bed—sleeping with the King.
He looked peaceful and calm as he slept, his breathing even, releasing soft snores. I wanted to chuckle at his little snores, but I held it in.
Did I sleepwalk or something? But I never sleepwalked. Maybe the depression was finally getting to me… or maybe the King had put me in his bed?
He had probably felt sorry for me and decided to let me sleep somewhere more comfortable. But I knew I had to get back to the floor—no matter the reason. One thing I had learned about the King was that he was unpredictable. He might wake up and kick me off his bed, regretting his decision to pity me.
I sighed deeply before slowly trying to remove his large, muscled arm from my belly. I successfully freed myself without waking him and sat up cautiously.
Unfortunately, just as I was about to remove the covers from my body, he suddenly pushed my upper body back onto the bed.
I gasped.
“What did I say about disturbing me when I’m sleeping?” he muttered in a tired, bored tone, his eyes still shut. “If you move again, I won’t be very happy. Now stop being defiant and go back to sleep.”
“Okay,” I whispered in shock, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes.
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