Page 11 of Lycan King's Captives
“Do you understand?” I snarl at her, and she quickly nods, so I let her go. She sucks in a shaky breath, her entire body trembling beneath me when she turns her face away from me. Guilt for hurting her nags at me when I see a mask of pain and humiliation clearly written on her face. I push off her and turn away, knowing I’ve made my point.
Sienna quickly moves away from me. She doesn’t attempt to make another run for the door though. “You can be scared, Sienna. I would be the same in your position. I don’t want to hurt you, but if you run from me again, I will have no choice.” When she says nothing, I peer over at her. Her knees are pressed to her chest while she glares at me, and I grit my teeth.
“For now, you can’t leave this room without me. It is not safe until you shift on the full moon. Until then, you remain by my side.”
“Please, just let me go,” she whispers.
“I can’t do that. And you don’t truly want that. You’re just scared. Once the mate bond kicks in, you’ll see. If you try to run before you shift and mark me, the bond will force you back or kill you!” I warn her. “Trust me, it’s better to accept the mate bond than to fight it. You don’t have to like me, but you will obey me?—”
“And if I don’t?” she sneers defiantly.
“Test me and find out,” I growl angrily.
As she jerks her gaze away from me, I clench my teeth. “It’s for your own safety. So get used to it, Sienna; mates are for life. You are mine now.”
I can see the struggle on her face, just as I know she will have no choice and be forced to accept it eventually. I can only hope she will come to accept me as well. I won’t force the issue yet, but I have to make sure she understands that it is for her own good.
This is not how I imagined things going when she woke up. I thought the bond would be in full swing now that I’ve marked her. However, nothing has changed, she still hates me and wants to escape me. I’m about to ask for her last name when I feel my phone vibrate. Digging it out of my pocket, I see it’s Javier and quickly answer it.
“What is it?” I ask, and I can feel her gaze on me when suddenly the bed dips. I instantly get to my feet and turn my attention to her. She only looks around the room before looking behind me at the bathroom. She moves toward it, and as she passes me, I grab her arm.
“The door stays open!” I tell her, and she jerks her arm from my grip. My eyes flicker, and she glares at me continuing to the bathroom.
“We think we have found something,” Javier explains.
“And?” I ask when he falls silent.
“For now, I need to look into a few things. I’m requesting leave until after the full moon.”
“The full moon?”
“As I said, I want to verify rather than give you false information. I need to be sure.”
“Javier!” I snarl.
“Xandros, please. Trust me on this. You want this verified before acting on it.”
“Act on what? Speak now,” I snap at him, angry by his refusal. When he refuses once again, I growl. I would have ordered him if he were in front of me. I sigh, knowing I can’t over the phone.
“One week, not a day later!” I tell him, hanging up the phone when the shower starts. My eyes lift to see her step into the shower. Tossing my phone on the bed, I move toward the bathroom.
5
I can hear King Xandros arguing on the phone. It is nerve-racking trying to pee when the door is wide open, even though he is standing side-on and not even looking in my direction. After finally relieving myself, I desperately want to shower. Peering out the door, he is still on the phone. I want to close the door. Instead, I hide around the corner, ripping the last remnants of clothes off my body, which is just a shirt. My hands are covered in blood, and so am I. It smells sickly sweet and bitter at the same time. My skin feels sticky and gross.
My skin itches and crawls. One thing I’ve always hated about being scared is how itchy I become. And a shower seems a good enough reason to get away from him. So I turn the shower on, checking the temperature with my hand before stepping in.
Hopefully, he leaves, so I can try to find a way out of here. Maybe I can shimmy down a drainpipe. I conjure up multiple ways to escape when the shower screen door opens.
The draft is cold against my back, and I instantly jump, twisting as I do and moving away to see his intimidating form step into the shower. I glance up at him with wide eyes as he towers over me.
His eyes run the length of me, and I take another step back. Becoming drenched in the scalding hot water when my back hits the tiles. His gaze is intense, scrutinizing me from head to toe with a piercing stare that makes me feel exposed and vulnerable.
I cover my chest by folding my arms. His eyes flicker at the movement, and he steps closer, caging me in against the wall as he puts his face under the water. I stare at the hard plains of his chest as the water cascades down his sun-kissed skin.
The hot steam fills the small bathroom as I admire his body. His strong, toned muscles look like they have been crafted from marble, each line and ripple perfectly placed. The more I take him in, the more I become aware of my heart racing. I look him over, feeling an unfamiliar yearning to touch him writhing through me.
His scent is tantalizing and thick in the air of musk and earth, with a hint of sandalwood; he doesn’t just look manly and intimidating, he smells it. His scent is intoxicating as it overwhelms my senses. I want to move closer to him, thankfully the rational part of my brain holds me back. The foreign instincts scare me, making it difficult to comprehend what is happening.
