Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Thirty-Four

To her greatest dismay, she failed to convince the King to let her have her own room. After her fiftieth attempt, he chucked her under the chin and told her to stop trying 'cause it was never going to happen.

She hated how his disinterest was so damned attractive.

Fighting with Lorcan was like fighting a brick wall. She could see her pestering was pissing him off, but he was bloody good at ignoring it. Maybe what he'd said had been true—for a change. Perhaps calm really was his default setting. She just had a way of pissing him off.

Good to know.

That kind of knowledge would be invaluable later.

He left her after that. He said he'd only be gone for an hour. He just had to nip to his office.

Evie wasn't complaining. It had been too long since she'd gotten any real time to herself. He left after one of the maids had brought her a meal up. Watching that had been fun. The she-wolf looked like she'd have rather faced the fiery pits of hell than offer Evie a plate of food.

Whatever these rumours about her were, she'd kill to hear them.

Evie had wanted Lorcan to eat some first to make sure it wasn't poisoned. It didn't matter how many times he assured her she was safe, Evie wouldn't be taking her chances. To her utter shock, she didn't so much as have to ask. The werewolf had called for her attention, swallowing a spoonful of everything. He'd kissed her on the cheek, assured her there was no poison, then left her to it.

In his absence, she searched through everything in his room. From his wardrobe to his drawers. At the bottom of his closet, she found a box he probably didn't want her looking through. On the outside, he'd written 'for her' in black marker pen. Remembering he'd told her how long he'd been waiting for a mate, she figured this was a collection of gifts for her. For me. Things he'd collected through the years to spoil his female with. Once again, she thought over how disappointed he must've been to find himself burdened with a witch.

That didn't stop her from opening the box.

"Holy fucking shit."

Talk about crown jewels.

The stuff between the King's legs had nothing on this.

From bracelets to necklaces, the wolf King had gone all out. She lifted a glittering golden necklace with a crimson pendant in the centre. It was heavy, no doubt costing a fortune. In her other hand, she lifted a ring with an enormous diamond stone.

She was so asking him about this later. And if he ever let her go, she'd be taking half of this as compensation for the trouble. Scratch that—three quarters. I've been through a lot of shit.

Closing the box, she pushed it back to where she'd found it and continued on with her investigation.

When she was satisfied with her search, she turned to their luggage from the travel. Since she already knew what was in her duffel bag, she focused her attention on Lorcan's rucksack.

She pushed her book aside disinterestedly, along with his clothes. She couldn't suppress the smile when she found her torn thong. Bastard. He must've thought he was so smooth. Then she found her phone at the bottom, figuring he'd been through it.

She carried it back to the bed, settling herself in the middle to scour through it.

She was scrolling through her pictures when she heard him return. He said nothing at first and locked the door.

She knew what he was doing. As she stared at pictures of her with her ex- unbeknownst to him- he was appreciating the image of her in his bed. She couldn't begin to imagine how long he'd waited for this.