Chapter nine

The world around me was dark. Heavy footsteps kept coming my way as I fought my natural Instinct to run. It was Lucas. he was right there and he was coming for me. I felt frozen, not knowing what to do.

And then, right before I run, a sharp light invades my eyes.

When I regained consciousness, my surroundings were unfamiliar. the sharp invading rays of the sun invaded my eyes as I opened them. The scent of a clean pair of sheets caught me offgaurd. I had slept on tree branches and grass over the last weeks that I'd not fully realized where I was or who I was with. I sat up from the bed and looked around. I was dizzy, like I'd hit my head or something. I slowly sat up in the strange bed, I wasn't sure what to think. On one hand I might be in danger. What if he caught me? What if he'd let his Lycan beast kill me? Is this hell?

As my eyes adjusted to the surroundings, I noticed Lucas in a chair by my bedside. He fixed his gaze on me. His once-wild eyes were now back to their sharp blue. The rugged intensity I had seen earlier had softened. He looked almost human, and that was a confusing sight. The person I had seen earlier was not human. He wasn't even close to that resemblance. He was a monster. a monster who had killed a person with just one hand. Even though I didn't know that girl, I will strive to say that she didn't deserve to die like that. not with her head ripped off and her blood splashing against the walls of the mansion.

"Lucas?" I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. " Lycan King

He leaned forward, his expression softening even more. "Elara, you're awake," he looked at me, his eyes lit up with relief.

I shook my head, "Where am I?"

"You're in my room." he answered, fixing his eyes on me like a hawk.

"What..What happened?''

"You fainted, and I didn't want to leave you alone."

My mind felt like a blank page waiting to be written. My head hurt but everything slowly hit me. I remember the very memories my mind was trying to block off. Genuine fear settled inside me as I croutched, touching my stomach. It was then that I realized, Lucas and I were not going to work out.

"Is the baby okay?" I asked, catching my breath. He was watching my every move. his eyes flickered as he stepped forward, covering my hand with his.

"The doctor said the baby is fine. You both just needed some rest."

I felt relieved as I let out a shaky breath. My baby was my only priority. I wanted to give it a life better than the one I endured. II had promised myself to love my kid and always be there for them. Knowing this, a wave of realization hit me like a train. I was alone in a room with a man who had almost hurt me and my baby. the moon goddess has punished me enough by giving me mates who hurt me.

I met Lucas's gaze, my eyes filled with questions and uncertainty. "What happens now?"

He sighed, his thumb caressing the back of my hand. "Elara, I'm still trying to come to terms with everything. The bond, the baby, it's a lot to process."

I stared up at him. It was a lot to process? Of course it was. as if my mate trying to kill me wasn't allowed to process to begin with. He was being selfish and inconsiderate.

" that's not what I meant.'' I let out. " I mean what happens now. Are you going to reject me? I know that I cannot reject a lichen King even if I wanted to so you have to do it yourself.''

His soft expression changed to that of shock and confusion. He stared at me as if he had not fathomed the words I had spoken. Why was he shocked? Is this not what he wanted? Is this not what his beast wanted?

"Lucas," I said , "I don't want to fight anymore. I do not want to live like this. Please make it quick so I can get on my way and try to find a better life for myself."

He met my gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and shock.

" I thought we were fine.''

" Are you crazy? What about any of that was fine? You hunted me down, you hurt me and you killed someone before me without batting an eye. I understand how our bond has affected you and I know that the child in my womb is not what you wanted. I'm not going to force this on you. I would like to go on my way, Lucas Moretti. I want to allow you live your life the way you want it.''

He got up from the bed in a rush. He looked down at me, his imposing figure still large even though he wasn't in his like informed. I didn't know what he was thinking or whether it would prompt him to transform again. and I didn't care anymore. if he changed then he'd have to kill me because I wouldn't beg for my life.

" What are you talking about? I don't f****** believe this.''

" You better. Isn't this what you wanted?'' I answered matching his tone. I ripped the covers from my body before stepping down on the ground. I felt dizzy and almost fell back on the bed before his hands wrapped around my waist and he pulls me up with him. He looked into my eyes with such intensity that I almost want to kiss him.

"Let me go.'' I demanded trying to wiggle my way out of his arms. but he had a death grip on me and he pressed himself against my body causing me to whimper.

"Let me go, Lucas.''

"Not in a thousand years. "I haven't waited for you all this long to let you go,'' he whispers. He brings his fingers to my face and caresses my cheeks.

" I am not your property.'' I spat.

"You're not? Because as far as I know you belong to me. I own you Elara Moore."

"Women are not properties you can own, Lucas. understand that that is something you are what by your forefathers...'' I taunted. " I will not allow you to..."

" I wasn't asking for your permission, love. You belong to me. After waiting for you for all these years, that I have gained the right to be selfish with you. you don't know what's good for you. you don't know the world waiting for you out there. I'm going to protect you. I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to..."

" I can take care of my damn self.'' I shouted as I finally managed to wriggle out of his arms. I clenched my fist as I walked towards the other side of the room. I stared at him making sure to put enough distance between us.

" No you can't. Look at how miserable you lived over the few weeks that you chose the run from me? Is that what you called taking care of yourself? and our baby.''

"So it's our baby now?'' I scoffed, rolling my eyes. this hard to be a f****** joke. He can't just treat me like s*** and then try to change the next second.

"Don't roll your eyes at me.'' His voice is authoritative and commanding. I met his eyes in what felt like a challenge.

" I'll do whatever I damn well please.''

He looked at me intensely. and somehow, as if my body had a mind of its own, I felt rather submissive. Was it about the way you looked at me? or was this some lycan power that he had? I didn't feel angry at him anymore. and I didn't feel like I wanted to push him away. Instead I wanted him close. I had this burning desire inside me for him to claim me. To feel his body brushing against mine. To fill those fingers gripping my hair as he helped me stay there. To fill his hands on my hips as his thrusts increased. to feel him pounding me harder and deeper and faster. I wanted to hear that guttural grunt he'd let out the minute he sunk inside me. Or the unnerving amount of times he called me princess. This was despite his big cock destroying my insides.

As I settled back against the pillows, climbing on top of the bed while watching him carefully. Lucas stood in front of me looking down at me with an intense gaze. Those eyes that seem to burn holes into my soul. Suddenly he moved close to the bed and I did not flinch. I was curious to see what he was going to do under stubborn as I was to admit I miss him touching me. I felt like I was hooked on him. I wanted him to leave me alone yet at the same time I wanted him to always be close to me. Was I going mad?. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair away from my face, and he leaned down, his lips hovering above mine. There was just something about what his presence did to me.

"You're not getting away with..."

And then he kissed me. His fingers wrapped around my throat. Then, his mouth was on mine, sending electric shivers through my body. What sorcery was this? His kiss did not feel like it normally did. It was more intense. More electric. It felt as if a burning fire was coming from his body and moving straight to mine.

"I was thinking," Lucas began, his voice low and husky, "that once you're feeling better, we could go out. A proper date, just the two of us."

I couldn't help but smile, the idea of a normal date in the midst All this chaos sounded amazing. But why the hell was I smiling? I was mad at him, right?

"Okay," I answered, feeling rather excited about the idea.

What the hell had just happened?