Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Are You In Love With Me?

Derek was halfway through a stack of the security border reports when he heard the front door of the mansion open.

He recognised the footsteps immediately. He would have recognised them anywhere by now. And that intoxicating scent that followed it was like none other.

As her footsteps grew closer and closer, he quickly closed the document folder, set it down, stretched himself out along the couch, and shut his eyes.

The couch was not built for a man of his size. His feet hung off one end, and his neck was bent at an angle no sleeping person would tolerate. He ignored all of it and arranged his face into something he hoped resembled deep, innocent sleep.

He had no idea why he was doing this. He simply was.

Kira went upstairs and changed into a casual outfit before heading towards the kitchen to get some water. On her way down, she stopped by Derek’s study and pushed the door open, but it was empty: the desk lamp off, the chair pushed in.

She frowned. A gamma had told her clearly that the King was home. She checked the kitchen and found it empty too.

She was about to go back up to grab her phone and send him a text when she decided to look at the lounge. She saw him there.

He was stretched out on the couch, fast asleep. The couch was far too small for him, and he had folded himself onto it anyway, one arm hanging toward the floor, his head bent against the armrest at an angle that would give any normal man a week of neck pain.

Documents were scattered across the coffee table in front of him, papers half-spilling onto the floor.

She let out a small sigh, crossed the room quietly and stood over him, looking down at his face. He looked different asleep.

The constant tension he carried in his jaw, the sharp alertness that never fully switched off, all of it had loosened. He looked almost peaceful.

She fought the urge to bend down and trace a finger across his perfect face. She bent down to look closer, and that was when she noticed the small cut on his lower lip.

It was tiny, barely anything, already healing. But the sight of it pulled Brian’s voice straight back into her head.

There was a werewolf attack last night. One of the lower villages.

She squeezed her eyes shut and forced the thought out.

She would not do this. She would not stand here, looking at her sleeping husband, and let Brian’s poison take root. That was exactly what he wanted.

Brian would say anything, twist anything, plant anything, if it got under her skin. She refused to hand him that victory.

She opened her eyes and exhaled, staring at Derek’s face.

Gently, almost without deciding to, she reached down and ran her fingers through Derek’s hair, smoothing it back from his forehead.

Will there ever be a day when you find it in your heart to let your grudge against the werewolves go?

He groaned softly and shifted, as though stirring.

Kira smiled to herself and pulled her hand back. Poor man. He had clearly been so exhausted that he had not even made it upstairs.

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