Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Hormones and Handbags

Several hours later, the Rolls eased to a stop outside a modest roadside restaurant just inside the Snow Crest pack borders. The long drive had stretched far beyond what either of them had expected; the mountain weather had made flying too dangerous, so road it was. They were both tired, hungry, and quietly irritable.

Derek opened his door and stepped out without a backward glance, not bothering to wait for her or open her side. Kira glared at his retreating back, nose wrinkling in annoyance.

She turned to the teddy bear, grabbed one soft ear and gave it a little tug.

"You arrogant bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I wonder how we’re going to survive a whole week alone together. One of us will definitely end up dead, and I’m placing my bets on you."

She shoved the door open and climbed out, jogging to catch up with him.

Inside, the restaurant was almost empty. One couple sat at a window table, another stood at the counter waiting for their order. The air smelled of hot chips, fresh coffee and warm bread. Derek was already at the counter. Kira walked up beside him and tapped his elbow.

"You have to order. I’m desperate for the loo. Just get whatever you’re having for me too."

She didn’t wait for an answer and hurried off down the corridor marked with a little sign. Derek sighed, turned back to the counter and placed their order.

Beside him, he heard the woman at the next spot say brightly, "I want that too, love."

"That’s too expensive, honey," her partner pleaded. "Why don’t you pick something else, eh?"

"No. That’s what I want."

The attendant set Derek’s takeaway bags on the counter. As he pulled out his card, the woman edged closer, eyes fixed on the food, throat working visibly. Derek paused. Then he turned his head sharply and fixed her with a cold stare.

She flinched but didn’t back away. Instead, she leaned in and sniffed the air above his bag.

Her husband stepped up quickly, offering Derek an apologetic grimace. "She’s pregnant. Hormones are all over the place."

Derek didn’t even look at the man. He kept his gaze on the card reader as it beeped. "If your child is already starving in the womb because of your incompetence, perhaps it’s better the bloodline ends with you. Get out of my sight."

He took the bags and walked out without another word. He’d barely taken five steps into the fresh air when a screech split the quiet.

"Hey!"

Derek turned, but it was too late. The pregnant woman charged at him like a missile, swinging her handbag in a wide arc. The metal clasp caught him across the forehead, leaving a thin cut.

"What the fuck!" he hissed, hand flying to the spot.

She didn’t stop. She grabbed a fistful of his perfectly styled hair and yanked.

"Do we look like beggars to you, huh?" she screeched.

Derek was stunned. Between her deafening, shrill voice and the literal physical assault, he didn’t know whether to defend himself or just cover his ears. The woman’s husband tried to stop her assault but she clung to Derek like a koala.

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