Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: 220-Cuddling With Him Feels Unreal

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In his sleep, he looked so peaceful. So calm. So handsome.

Yet he was also the same cold, heartless man I knew.

I didn’t know what I was feeling.

It was a confusing mix of emotions when I was supposed to feel only one thing toward him.

Hate.

But something about his sleeping face seemed almost innocent.

He continued to sleep, his breathing slow and steady.

Then a thought struck me.

Imagine if Gigi could see us right now.

She would have died of jealousy.

After watching his face for a little while longer, sleep slowly began to pull me under again.

Without thinking, I nestled my face against his chest and wrapped an arm around his waist, hugging him tightly.

Alpha King Ragnar’s scent was completely different from his brothers’.

They all smelled good, but there was something strangely captivating about his.

It felt like home, even though he was the coldest man I had ever known.

There was a depth to his scent, something almost mesmerizing.

It was comforting enough to make you forget, even for a moment, everything he had done.

And then there were his muscles.

The first time I had wrapped my arms around him, I had felt the hard muscles of his back.

No wonder he worked out so much. All of the brothers did, but their bodies still felt different.

Ragnar’s body felt— forbidden.

Even wrapping my arm around him felt like I was touching someone who didn’t belong to me.

Not that any of the brothers belonged to me.

None of them did.

Yet something about Ragnar sent goosebumps racing over my skin.

Maybe it was because he was so cold, so savage, that lying there in his arms felt as impossible as the Moon Goddess descending to earth to live among us.

Thinking that, I drifted back to sleep.

The next time I opened my eyes, I immediately realized he had finally done exactly what I’d expected from the beginning.

He was gone.

But I was tucked comfortably beneath the blanket.

There was a pillow beneath my head, and the robe around my body had been carefully pulled back into place.

I bit my bottom lip, wondering what he had done before he left.

Lying there, I absentmindedly brushed my fingers over my neck.

Maybe when he’d woken up and carefully moved away from me, he had seen my whole body.

He must have.

Had he looked at me?

Had he noticed every inch of me?

Had he touched me at all?

Maybe he hadn’t done anything like that. It didn’t seem like something he would do.

And yet—

A small part of me wished he had.

Because then I’d know I had done a great job last night.

I sat up in bed with a pout, but a smile slowly crept onto my lips.

At least something had changed.

The fact that he’d reacted so strongly to me the night before had to mean something.

Maybe, just maybe, I’d stirred feelings in him that he could no longer ignore.

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