Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10: The Wrong Bride

"Strip, get on the bed on all fours, and give me your back," he grunted, not even bothering to look at her as he walked inside.

"What?" Kira blurted, jumping to her feet.

Derek finally turned to look at her as if she had asked the stupidest question in the world. "Get on the bed, and don’t waste my time."

Kira nodded but made no move. Derek, who was now getting undressed, sent her an icy glare.

"Um... I... can we do this some other time?" she stammered. "I mean, I’m not ready. I need to be mentally prepared."

"Your state of mind is not my concern," he replied coldly, now stripped down to his trousers. "Business doesn’t run on emotions."

Kira’s breath caught as she looked at him, noticing how his muscles looked like solid stone. She was surprised to see he had no tattoos, which was unusual for a man of his status, but she quickly looked away when he caught her staring.

"I... I... I’m on my period," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Derek took a step toward her, and she instinctively backed away, her heart pounding against her ribs. He knew she was lying; he could hear the erratic beat of her heart.

Kira kept moving back until her heel caught the bedframe, causing her to lose her balance and fall hard onto the mattress.

Pain exploded across her back as the wounds took the impact. She howled and scrambled off the mattress, biting down hard on her lower lip to stop the cry. But it was too late.

Derek’s dark gaze was pinned on her, and she saw a flash of realisation in his eyes.

"Stand up," he commanded.

Kira shook her head, her eyes pleading, but he ignored the look. Reaching out, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her to her feet. Then he spun her around so her back faced him. With one sharp pull, he ripped the night robe open, exposing the thin-strapped nightdress underneath.

Kira tried to turn, but his hold was like iron. Without another word, he tore the straps of the nightdress. The fabric slipped down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her back completely bare.

He went completely still.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Derek stared at the raw whip marks as if he had seen something impossible. Kira’s body sagged with defeat.

She never wanted him to find out, at least not now. Because even though she was furious at the King for forcing this marriage, she didn’t want him to know her real identity. If he discovered she wasn’t Chloe, her father and Luna Lydia wouldn’t hesitate to kill her the moment the real Chloe was taken away.

Now, the secret was out, and she had no idea what the King would do next.

"What is this?" he asked, his voice quiet but dangerous.

"It is nothing," Kira cried, even though they both knew that lie was stupid.

He spun her around and grabbed her chin. His grip was firm enough to make Kira’s pulse jump. She could see his Lycan pushing against the surface. The anger rolling off him felt like heat from a wildfire.

"Do not provoke me," he warned. "Who the hell are you?"

His aura hit Kira so hard her knees almost buckled. Now, she understood why Lycans were feared. In this moment, she couldn’t even scrape together one drop of bravery.

’That’s the point, you idiot,’ Kira thought. ’The pampered daughter is at home in her bed. I’m the one who’s paying for your desire. I’m the one you bought. My name is Kira’.

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