▪️WEREWOLF ROMANCE▪️
"Would you rather I chain you to a post and have you sleep on the ground outside?" Edric raised a brow.
His response caught me off guard and I stammered, "W-what? No... I-"
"It can be arranged," the Lycan King scowled.
...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I quickly slammed Lenna's bedroom door behind me to prevent her from asking anymore questions about why I still had Berengar's letter in my possession.
The truth of the matter was, with everything that had been going on, I really did forget to give Lenna the letter after having scanned its contents.
However, instead of just being honest and telling Lenna that, I would rather let her think I had purposefully withheld the letter.
It was better for the both of us if she continued to believe that I was an asshole.
Just remembering Berengar's words made me rumble with complaint. He had been concerned about her, hoping that she was alright, and that she did not get into too much trouble with me.
Berengar had also written that he trusted her to have been keeping up with her training. After seeing Lenna's performance today, I made a mental note to send word to Vizra Rorik to commend his son on a job well done.
In the letter, he had also stated that she should not be too upset anymore after realising by now how right he had been. That being at my side was what was best for her.
"Well of course it fucking is!" I grumbled while entering my chambers
As I stripped out of my clothes and made my way into the bathroom, I replayed the events of today.
When she had stood up to Beyza and accepted her challenge against Hasso, I had felt my pants tighten, her courage turning me on. As Eginhard expressed his adoration for Lenna due to the bravery she displayed, I could not help but growl in warning at him.
Observing her stand her ground, I had to admit that it took a lot of self-control not to run out on the field to protect her as I watched Hasso charge forward. But as her heartbeat slowed, it was then I realised how wrong I had been to underestimate her.
Unlike Beyza's slave, Lenna was not out to show off any fancy moves. She had a point to prove, and had done it with such grace.
When Beyza had rushed towards her, something in me snapped.
There was no real explanation to what I had felt, but the need to protect Lenna overwhelmed any other thought I may have had in that moment. I made sure to enforce my authority over Lenna right there and then so that no one would dare think about touching her.
That privilege was reserved for me alone, I thought while reminiscing about what had happened in the hallways as well as the garden.
I flattened my left palm on the stone wall in front of me, while my right hand moved to trail down my torso. The image of Lenna on her knees before me, begging for forgiveness, had almost been my undoing. When I had told her that that was not the way one should beg, I meant it, for her position was that of a submissive to her master, waiting to be told what to do.
Had we been in such a relationship, I would have definitely taken her against the corridor's wall and buried myself deep within her.
Fuck, just thinking about it had my body trembling while my hand stroked my hardened shaft.
