Page 37 of Lycan King's Captives
“You and I both know now she has shifted; it is going to be almost impossible for her to resist the bond.”
“Then command her. Her life is not the only one on the line here!” she snaps at me.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
She pinches the bridge of her nose. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not the person you have to worry about. I am okay with this. It’s your mother who wants her dead, not me. I have no vendetta against her, unless she comes for my throne. Are we clear?” Carina asks me.
“For now…” I growl.
Carina raises an eyebrow at me.
“I’ll have the maids send for her tomorrow,” I tell her, and Carina nods once stepping into the bathroom, and shutting the door.
I curse, falling onto the end of the bed and placing my head in my hands. Her parents caused my family so much anguish, and I’m not sure if I will ever be able to see past that. But I fucking want to at the same time.
I need Sienna, but having her means putting her life at risk. I have to eventually come to terms with the monsters who brought her into this world and also get my mother to see reason, which won’t be easy.
Maybe it is best to keep my distance, not just for me, but Sienna? Maybe it will be easier if I pretend she is nothing more than a bed toy. Though the thought sickens me.
How fucked up does one have to be to love and hate their fucking soulmate? Never in my life would I have conjured up such a scenario where I want to love my mate as much as I want to kill her.
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I stare at the flickering flames in the fireplace, hoping they will stay lit for once, when Xandros’s voice interrupts my thoughts, and I feel his hands on my shoulders at the same time the fire dies.
“Can you start the fire first?” I ask.
“I’m not here to start the fire,” he responds.
“It’s freezing in here. If you want something, then so do I. Start the fire!” I snap, my patience wearing thin. Xandros growls in response.
He pulls me up from my spot on the floor and closer; I push him away, tears burning in my eyes. I’m nothing but a toy to him. He has made that abundantly clear.
“What do you want, Xandros?” I ask sternly; my voice filled with defiance.
“You know what I want,” he responds coldly
His words feel like a slap in the face, bringing me back to reality. I have nothing to give him, no love, no affection, nothing.
“I don’t have anything for you, Xandros,” I say, my voice trembling with anger. “So, just leave.”
He steps closer, his eyes dark and intense. I feel his breath on my face and his heat radiating from his body. I tense, preparing for a fight.
“You think you can defy me?” he questions, his eyes narrowing.
I roll my eyes, knowing deep down I can’t defy him if he orders me. “Then you’re wasting your time. I’m not giving you what you want until you start the fire,” I say firmly. “If you don’t, I have nothing to give you.”
Xandros’s jaw clenches, and I can see the rage burning in his eyes. He grabs my wrist, his fingers digging into my skin.
“You will give me what I want,” he says menacingly.
I yank my arm away and step back, my heart pounding with fear. Still I refuse to back down.
“No, Xandros,” I say, my voice quivering with what is left of the tiny spark of courage. “I won’t.”
He grabs me again, pulling me close with anger etched on his face, his hands on my waist. I try to break free, it’s futile, he’s too strong.
“You will give me what I want; you don’t get to say no to me,” he growls.
