In love with a Lycan ON HOLD FOR NOW

Chapter 8

KENNA

My eyes fluttered open, and I adjusted to my surroundings. I was in my room and still in bed.

I don't know when I fell asleep. All I could hear was more growling until it stopped. Fear paralyzed me, preventing me from moving. All I could do was lift the blanket further over my head and stay still, praying that whatever was outside would disappear.

After a few moments of silence, I must have drifted off to sleep till I woke up.

I move slowly up in bed, detangling myself from the blanket I had cuckooed myself in. I felt the chilly breeze ripple over my skin, giving me goosebumps. Shivering, I got up, moved toward my closet, and grabbed a hoodie. I placed it on. I knew I had work today, so I knew I had to get ready.

Walking away from the closet, I walked into the cottage and stopped. I looked around till my eyes landed on the window, where a huge frame covered part of it until it moved away.

What the hell was that?

Moving toward the door, I stopped when I heard a noise outside and footsteps. Who the hell was outside my home?

I walked closer to the door and slowly opened it, only to have an enormous chest blocking my vision. My eyes traveled up, and I stared back into the eyes of the man from yesterday. The Greek god from yesterday—Adrian, who was wearing a smile.

"Morning, Angel," he said while I opened the door wider and stared at him with a frown.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, glancing to the side and then back at him. "Why are you—"

"I noticed you had little firewood," Adrian blurted out and cocked his head to the side. "I brought some over and placed them in your little container." His eyes met mine, but they moved down my entire body.

Was he checking me out?

Moving my arms over my chest, I stared at him. I felt slightly turned on but still confused.

"I had some in there," I said, moving back slightly. His eyes met mine again, darker than usual.

"Well, I thought I put some extra in," he said. "There is a storm coming in tonight, and you will need it, especially if it gets heavy."

I stared at him, but I tried to look at the clouds. It was hard to see the weather, especially since Adrian stood full length and more in my doorway. He covered the entire area, which made it hard to see outside.

Clearing my throat, I felt defeated. "I need to get ready for work," I muttered, walking away.

I heard the door closed, and footsteps coming in made me stop and look over my shoulder to find him in my cottage. He looked at me with a smile. "Well, while you get ready for work," he said. "I will make you some breakfast."

I frowned.

"I didn't tell you to come in," I murmured, turning around to face him while glaring at him. "You need to leave. I don't—"

Adrian moved toward me in two strides and stood before me, which made my eyes widen. My eyes stayed on him, but his hand moved and held it on my chin, keeping me in place. "Angel," he rasped. "I want to look out for you. So first, I want you to get ready for work, and I will make you breakfast. Then, once you are done and have left, I am sorting out your roof."

I stared at him, dumbstruck. He was going to fix my roof.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "But I didn't agree with you to my roof," I said, pulling away from his grip. My eyes stayed on him for a few moments. "I was going to ask in work if someone else would—"