Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242: A Prettier Cage

"Thank you, Viktor," Kira said warmly, lifting the flowers to her nose again. "They’re lovely."

Viktor was her human tutor, and one of the quiet miracles of the past month.

Braxton had hired him in secret during her time in hiding, arranging for him to come to Crystal Moon so that Kira could join her university’s live classes through his feed and not fall behind.

And over those weeks, the two of them had grown genuinely close. Viktor had felt like the only person in the world who understood her during that raw, heartbroken stretch, the only one who asked nothing of her and simply let her be.

There was nothing romantic in it, not on her side. What Kira felt for Viktor was respect, and a deep appreciation for his patience and his understanding when she’d needed both most.

Viktor adjusted his glasses and lowered his voice. "You came back to this place? After what he did to you?"

"It’s complicated," Kira said.

His brow creased, his eyes darting toward the towering figure on the terrace. "Did he force you to come back here? Are you here under duress?"

Kira laughed. "Viktor. You know me. I’d be the very last person on this earth to do anything under duress." She waved the flower at him, steering the conversation elsewhere. "Come on. We’ve got some introductions to do."

Viktor adjusted his glasses again and walked with her up toward the terrace, where Derek stood waiting.

Watching. Arms folded. Entirely unsmiling.

"Derek," Kira said brightly, "this is Viktor, my tutor from the University."

Viktor politely stretched out his right hand for a handshake. "It is an honour to meet you, sir."

Derek did not move a single muscle. He didn’t even glance down at the offered hand; his piercing amber eyes stared straight into Viktor’s face with a cold intensity.

He looked like a statue carved from particularly unfriendly granite.

Leo was currently pacing in his mind, growling at the scent of another male so close to his female.

The seconds crawled. Viktor’s hand hung in the air, wilting slowly, until at last he withdrew it with an awkward little cough.

"Right," he said. "No touching, I guess."

Kira, mortified, hurried to smooth it over. "Viktor, this is—"

"Derek Wolfe," Derek said, taking the introduction clean out of her mouth. "Supreme ruler of the Western Lycan territories." A beat. "And Kira’s husband."

Kira’s eyes slid sideways at him.

Derek gave the flower in Kira’s hand a highly disapproving look.

"And before you proceed with today’s lesson, I would like to have a brief word with my wife. In private."

Viktor smiled gamely and nodded. "Of course. Not a problem at all, Mr Wolfe."

"Gavin," Kira said, "please escort Viktor to the living room and ensure he is served some tea."

Gavin led the tutor away, and Derek and Kira stepped into the kitchen. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Kira immediately spun on her heel, folding her arms tightly across her chest as she glared up at him.

"What the hell was that ridiculous display about, Derek? Why are you being so rude to my guest?"

"I wasn’t being rude," Derek said. "I simply don’t trust that man one bit."

Kira folded her arms across her chest. "Of course you don’t trust him. You think he’s a threat to you."

She tilted her head. "Do you think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been treating every male within ten feet of me lately? You can’t even hide the possessiveness. You shoulder-barged Gavin over a chair this morning."

"You’re my soulbond," Derek said. "It’s only natural for me to be possessive over you. You’d do exactly the same if you saw a woman hovering near me."

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