Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Mama

Kai sat propped up against a mountain of pillows, looking far too pleased with himself for a man who had been knocking on death’s door only days earlier.

"Open up," Jessica said, holding the spoon toward him. "Come on."

Kai grinned, deliberately turning his head at the last second so the spoon missed. "Only if you say please, my future wife."

Jessica narrowed her eyes, though the corners of her mouth twitched. "I will drop this porridge on your head, Kai. Don’t test me."

"Oh no, I’m terrified," he teased, batting his lashes dramatically. "My big, scary soul bond is threatening me with breakfast. Whatever shall I do?" He scrunched his nose. "You can’t even be romantic for once. You’re supposed to kiss me with each spoon I eat."

She huffed and tried again, but he dodged once more, nearly sending the spoon flying. "You are impossible. I see you don’t even want to be fed. So, eat it yourself."

"No, no." He opened his mouth again immediately, all innocence. "Carry on. I’m far too weak. I might drop the spoon and injure myself further, and then where would we be?"

Jessica rolled her eyes but loaded the spoon again. "I sat here for hours thinking you might die, and now you’re playing games?"

Kai’s expression softened for a second, but the mischief quickly returned. "Exactly. I survived, so now I deserve special treatment. Starting with you feeding me while calling me your handsome husband."

Jessica rolled her eyes so hard it was a wonder they did not get stuck. "Handsome? You look like you lost a fight with a pillow. Eat properly or I’m leaving."

Kai clutched his chest in mock horror. "You would abandon your poor, recovering husband? After all those heartfelt speeches while I was unconscious? I heard every word, you know. Especially the part where you promised not to push me away anymore."

Jessica’s cheeks flushed bright red. She let out a deep sigh. "I’m leaving now."

"Ah. Ow," Kai suddenly cried, both hands flying up to clutch his head.

Jessica immediately dropped the spoon back into the bowl, concern flashing across her face. "What’s wrong?" She set the bowl down hard on the bedside table.

"Actually... it hurts now. Right here." He pointed to his head.

She was already on her feet, leaning over him, her hands hovering over his head. "Is it your head? Where does it hurt?"

"Here," Kai said weakly, pointing to his forehead.

Jessica leaned in close, squinting at the spot, far too concerned to notice how near her face had drifted to his. "Here? Did you knock it? Should I call Dr Lorenzo—"

"No, wait." Kai moved his finger, sliding it down to his cheek. "Here. It hurts here."

She leaned in closer still, brow furrowed, scanning his cheek for some injury she could not see. "I don’t understand, there’s nothing there, where exactly—"

Kai’s finger moved one final time, settling on his own lips with a cheeky grin. "Here.’

Jessica’s brow creased. And then, far too late, understanding dawned across her face. "You sneaky little—"

Kai did not let her finish. He leaned up and pressed a kiss squarely to her lips.

Jessica froze completely, eyes wide.

Kai sank back into his pillows, thoroughly satisfied, and had the absolute nerve to wink at her.

She stayed exactly where she was for a moment, one hand drifting up to touch her own lips, a wave of tingles rushing the whole length of her body and pooling somewhere in her stomach. Then her brain caught up with the rest of her.

She smacked him on the shoulder.

"Ow!" Kai yelped, clutching the spot with deep dramatic betrayal. "Why would you hit a dying man?"

"You’re not dying, you absolute fraud! Why would you trick me like that?"

"I’m sick," he protested, pouting. "Critically. You’re meant to be nice to me. Hitting the wounded is a very poor bedside manner, wifey. I expected better."

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