The Lycan King's Alpha

what had happened. As my vision cleared and adjusted to the light, I realized I was in a strange bedroom. My heart started to pou

lycan from

n back to the stranger sitting in the chair nearby, putting my feet in a position I could start kicking if he came near me. I worke

waited for him

" he asked, no emo

, he smelled good. Like balsam wood and eucalyptus. He was wearing sweats and a t-shirt that stretch

had said in the woods be

te

. For one, werewolves and lycans didn't mate. Not even

e again, still not giving aw

t, lifting my c

ows on his knees. "Okay, perhaps this will be an eas

f my lip twitching. I didn't reall

his perch for a long while. I needed to change positions. My fingers were starting to go numb from straining against the cuffs, and the muscles in my back we

come off until

re going to kill me, just get it over w

e. Was that pain I saw in his eyes? I looked away as his gaze became too intense. I shif

ling you," he said. "But I

you want

sitting back down and meeting my eyes again. "

oximity to me, his scent filling my nostrils, sobered me. What other option did I h

bring me he

ause you were bleeding and unconscious. An

nswer to settle

head?" he f

my surprise. "It's fine," I replied stiffly.

is jaw flex for a moment.

answer had me on edge, even more than before. How could he even tell I was an alpha? Or, rather, that

is you

tly for a moment. I didn't like how the sight made my

returned to his face. "That is something I regretfully can't tell

n answer," I

you want or one you like, doe

op the nasty response. He want

ou in lycan

ead in the eye

voice was ful

ou want doesn't mean it's not an an

se again. "At least my a

ys

y, closing his eyes and taking a few steady bre

y he brought me here or why he hadn't killed me yet. He would eventuall

ance between the chair and the edge of the bed. I pressed harder against the headboard, the bars stinging into my back. His hand moved toward me. It paused fo

ut I couldn't. I didn't want to. I felt my own hand start to move up to cover his but pulled myself back to rea

have to go. I'll be back tonight when it's dark

towards

me off if I answered your qu

e off when I got my answers. I

e, the sound of the lock click

ng the pillows with my free hand. "Bastard," I yelled into the air. I heaved

I scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up, opening the drawers of the nightstand that was next to it. I cursed under my breath to find them all empty, not even a pen or pad of paper. I examined the objects on top – a decorative resin piece with a butte

When I opened them again, I noticed the walls were heavily decorated. If there wasn't a painting or a sconce or some other decorative knick-knack, there was a tapestry, like the one that hung above the headboard. I

t out of the drywall, which was a bit awkward at the angle I was at when I heard keys in the door. I threw myself back down o

breakfast food on the blankets where I could reach it. I didn't

you need anything, just yell.

swer him. He gave me a small nod before

e who knocked me o

ce. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Yeah, sorry about that. I

he is often attacked by strange fe

ld definitely be the first." He s

him. "For the food." I may not like the