Her Lycan✔

Chapter 9

A wound calls for us to recognize the hurt, to face the pain. Our honest expression gets the hurt out in the open, into the light, out of the darkness.

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Malcolm McLean

I woke up my arms wrapped around her curvy waist, my hands snuggly tucked beneath her, trapping her body to mine. She fits perfectly in the crook of my body. I realized that I have fallen asleep literally almost on top of her. Pulling back gently, I looked down at her still sleeping form. Last night, I went a little overboard. I meant to not stay the night but I couldn't bring myself to leave her. The number of times we did it, I can see why she was exhausted this morning. The sun was literally high in the sky. It was well past morning.

Isabella—even with the years she was still a luscious beauty. Her long, thick, wavy blonde hair carelessly laid over her pillow and down her back. The creamy porcelain skin was ever so soft. The way ruby lips parts slightly made it almost irresistible to not kiss her.

I leaned down and kissed her shoulder. She sighed and turned right into my arms. Her face now comfortably snuggled into the crook of my neck. I can feel her naked form pressing up against mine and I had to ground my teeth to stop myself from waking her up.

She was exhausted.

I slowly pushed away from her and walked to the bathroom. I took a quick one before walking out and putting on something light. I wanted to go into town today. There were a few things I needed to get.

I glanced down at her as I pulled my shirt on. She was still sleeping. The silk blankets pulled up to her shoulders.

Clenching my teeth, I fought the overwhelming emotions that threatened to escape from inside. I needed to remind myself that she was here, not because she wanted to. It was because she had to. Otherwise, I will never see her. Otherwise, she wouldn't care to come back.

She wasn't here for me.

Unclenching my fists, I pulled on a pair of jeans. I grabbed my wallet and walked out the door. Closing and locking it behind me. The guard that was ordered to guard my door saw me come out. He quickly ascended the stairs.

"Do not let anyone in nor let her out," I ordered. The guard nodded and took his place in front of the door.

Walking down the stairs, I felt like a heavyweight sat in my guts and in my heart. I shoved the feeling aside and took in a deep breath. I knew what I was feeling. I didn't want to leave her. In fact, I wanted to run back inside and rip those sheets off from her curvy thick body.

Uncle Alastair and Damon sat downstairs. The breakfast hasn't yet been cleared yet. I walked over and took my place in front of the long table.

Uncle Alastair did not look at all happy to see me. His face was red with fury and he refused to give me eye contact. Damon, however, wore a very smug look.

"Did you get a good sleep?" Damon asked.

I picked up a bun and threw it at him. He caught with his hands. The man can be annoying but I can't bring myself to ever hate him.

"How can he not? We can practically hear them-"

My eyes snapped to Uncle Alastair who immediately snapped his mouth shut.

"What I do, I don't need you to tell me. If you know already then so be it. I am not a child, Uncle. I don't need you to be hovering over my shoulder. I lived long enough to know what I am doing." I said in a dangerously calm voice, although, I was anything but calm. I was livid. He jabbed at me every chance he got.