Chapter Eight
Claire stepped backwards, ready to make a run for it if it came down to it. “I’m sorry, for bumping into you, I’ll just be on my way now.” She apologized nervously, making a move to run past him.
The stranger didn’t let her get far, snagging her wrist to pull her against him. Claire wasn’t expecting this so she fell easily, gasping when she slammed into him.
“This is a rather pleasant surprise, how did you get in?”
Claire’s heart beat loudly, although the man spoke lightly and in a teasing manner, there was a dangerous edge to his voice. Were werewolves all this dangerous? Or did she just have a terrible luck of picking out the worst of them?
The man in question was Roman Bancroft, The British Alpha King. He had shown up as a surprise guest to the opening ceremony and it put Lukas on edge. The relationship between the American Alpha King and the British Alpha King was very strained.
Claire squinted when he blew a mouthful of smoke on her face, his arm firmly around her waist so that she couldn’t get away. “I-I…” She hesitated, uncertain of what to say.
She was scared that if she told him that she was supposedly Alpha King Lukas’ Fated mate, she would be taken to him. She would rather lie about it and get thrown out.
“I got in as a dare.” She lied blatantly, pushing against him. “Now let me go!”
Roman put out his cigar between both of his fingers like it wasn’t lit, slipping it into a pocket so that he could grab Claire’s face between his fingers.
Claire made a face when she felt the cigar’s ash on her skin. “You can throw me out now, I don’t care, I already won the dare.” She kept bluffing, trying to hide the quiver in her voice.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible liar?” Roman chuckled, his hold on Claire’s face tightening. “Because you’re dressed in hotel robes, you were clearly allowed in. Unlike you humans, werewolves can smell you even from a distance.” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper and he pulled her even closer against him, her already short robes riding up. “So I want you to try again, and this time, don’t lie to me.”
Claire’s eyes widened in horror but that quickly changed to dread when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
“She’s mine, Roman, let her go.”
*It was Lukas.*
Claire had gotten herself into a big mess, it was like being caught between the deep blue sea and the devil himself. She would pick the deep blue sea any day but she feared that the devil wouldn’t let her go.
Roman’s dark expression immediately brightened to a curious smile, “You don’t say.” He hummed, making no move to let go of Claire. “And who is this human to you? I thought you couldn’t stand them…”
Roman faltered at the look of unfiltered rage that Lukas shot him, finally letting go of Claire in favor of relighting his cigar. “Then you have me to thank for catching her for you.” He murmured, cupping a hand over his gold lighter. “If you have trouble handling your properties, I could give you some tips…”
Lukas was done with the conversation, he just swept Claire off her feet and strode off.
Claire couldn’t even find the energy to throw a tantrum or beg Lukas to let her go. She had long realized that there was no escaping out of the resort, she would just get caught again.
Lukas said nothing to her in return, his long legs eating up the distance to his suite.
Claire wrapped her arms protectively around herself when Lukas dropped her off on the bed, scrambling as far away from him as possible, her back against the headboard.
Lukas just ignored her, going outside to berate his guards for letting her out of their sight.
Claire hoped that he wouldn’t return, she glanced at the sitting area and found the food she asked for waiting for her but she didn’t have an appetite, she just wanted to fall asleep and wake up in her parents’ house.
Her night was full of troubles though because not only did Lukas return, he also came right for her. Claire’s scream caught in her throat when Lukas pinned her down and yanked open the lapels of her silk robes.
Her eyes widened when Lukas kissed her roughly, the haze slowly enveloping her shattering when he pushed her away right after.
She touched her bruised and swollen lips as she stared at Lukas calmly straightening his jacket. *What was that about?*
“Stay away from Roman.” He said shortly, turning around to leave.
Claire just watched him leave with astonishment written on her face, of all the things she had been expecting to happen, it wasn’t Lukas kissing her.
Well, calling it a kiss was a stretch, it was more like a punishment. Claire hated the tingle in her lips and stomach that Lukas kissing her had caused. She hated everything about this, she just wanted to be let go,
But she would do well to stay away from Roman, the other werewolf had made the hair on her skin rise, especially after he found out that she had a connection to Lukas.
Claire pulled the duvet around her, wiping furiously at her eyes when she started to tear up. She wasn’t shedding a tear over someone like Lukas.
Outside her door, Lukas had to pause for a moment to regain his composure. He had gotten rid of the guards outside Claire’s door and chose to lock her in instead.
He hadn’t been planning on kissing her but the sight of that bastard Roman touching had triggered a possessive response from him.
He still despised the little human but she was his, no one else was allowed to touch her but him, no one else was allowed to make her miserable but him.
Lukas absently lifted a finger to his lips, the Fated mate bond was a nuisance because it made him give in to his instincts.
It wasn’t going to happen again, he needed to get this night over with and then return to deal with the problem that had ruined his life.
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