Healing Kisses Sophia (by Lily Pierce) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

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Since the pressure of not knowing whether I could help this woman is no longer an issue, my mind has time to stray to the decor. This part of the house is very unmaterialistic. Very minimalist. There is a huge black squared dinning table in the center of the room. Three almost office–chic armchairs sit on either side of the table. There is an area with a bonsai tree. surrounded by white sand. The sand has those satisfying rake lines going with the very symmetrical shape of the bonsai’s

area.

The walls aren’t walls exactly, but black matte panels. There’s another white panel on the ceiling, with LEDs beneath it that make the room’s edges glow. Right in the center of the ceiling panel is a large white glass sphere with a light that can be controlled remotely. That’s it. This looks like something that belongs in some fancy penthouse or loft, not a mansion like

this.

“Do you like it?” I jump at the sound of her voice.

Ragnar tightens his hold on my hand when Anastasia Polucci makes herself known. Her pretty cerulean eyes stare back at me from the doorway. Her head is wrapped in white bandages, and she wears a robe that covers most of her skin. When she comes into the room, it doesn’t look like she’s walking. It looks like she’s gliding over the black and white marbled floor. I can’t even hear her footsteps.

“I’m not a big fan of the modern take in decor,” I admit. “But I have to admit that there’s beauty in it. It creates a bold

statement.”

“And what statement might that be?” she asks, making her way to the side of the table where the bonsai tree is.

“Intimidation,” I answer, making her smile.

“Would it be too much to ask you for some alone time with your mate?” she asks Ragnar. He looks down at me, waiting for my answer. When I nod, he clears his throat and lets out a heavy sigh.

“No, it wouldn’t be,” he says and kisses the top of my head.

“Aren’t you worried I might hurt her, given our past?” she taunts him.

“Not with this one,” he says confidently. “She’s small, but you wouldn’t be able to put a scratch on her even at your strongest.”

He gives my hand one last squeeze before excusing himself. She didn’t like what he said. That much I can tell. She looks down at the bare table for a moment as if she were thinking about why she had said what she did.

“Come sit with me, Sophia,” she says after a while.

I can feel her eyes as I move closer. She pulls the chair out from beside her, telling me she wants me close. I don’t feel like I’m in danger, but I’ve read that female Lycans can be worse predators than their counterparts. Their mood can shift from one second to the next. When I take a seat, I can see how much better her hands are doing, and it brings a smile to my face.

“Has the pain gone down significantly?” I ask, looking up at her.” brought some water with me if you want me to try again.”

“You’re not afraid of me?” she asks, staring back as if she were desperately trying to find any sign of fear in me.

“I don’t make it a habit to fear people I want to help. That’s all I want to do.”

“But that’s not what you came here for originally, right?”

“No,” I admit. “That’s not why I came. I didn’t even know you existed until it was brought up two days ago.”

“I hear you found some of my missing weapons,” she changes the subject. “Tell me how you came across this information.”

“I didn’t know they belonged to you, exactly. They just turned out to be when we stole them,” I clear my throat.

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“It’s a hell of a haul for an Omega such as yourself, she smiles. Let back hating those words. “I don’t mean to offend, line one. I mean that in the best way. We generally don’t let our omnes run around doing dangerous things like this. Because what you are doing is very dangerous.”

I understand. I just hate to hear it. I’ve been hearing it my entire life, and there was never animosity in the way it was used to describe me. I’m sorry if I get defensive. It’s a sensitive subject

“Wolves, she nods. “Tell me why you needed to steal these thing

They belonged, or rather, they were kept by Alpha Romano in Artume City. All divided between eighteen warehouses meant to be distributed if and when the City were ever attacked

“And what does that have to do with you?”

“The new standing Alpha was my fated mate,” I place my hand on the table, needing the small area around me to expand a bit. I think she sees it and adjusts her body to give me more room.

“He rejected you?”

“Not exactly, no,” I shake my head. “He tried to make me his mistress.”

“Excuse me?” she laughs. “What does that mean? You’re his fated.

“Right, but werewolf omegas, they’re not like Lycans. We don’t possess a body strong enough to house a wolf spirit. Wolves prefer mates who can give birth to a strong heir. Omegas weaken pups, so we’re treated differently.”

“He had a stronger mate already in line?”

“Yeah, and he married her in front of the entire pack. He tried to keep me in the City, but my grandmother sent Prince Ivar to help me get out of there. A beta prince had to force Alpha Romano to reject me before I left.”

“So it’s revenge?”

“The intent was driven by my rage, but as we moved forward with everything we discovered, a few things that has everyone wanting their heads on a pike. When we took it up with the Alpha King, he pardoned them and made it abundantly clear that he had no intention of helping us.”

“I see, and what was it you discovered?”

“That the Romanos are the reason why my parents and brothers are dead. The reason why the Queen and princess are dead.”

“Are you talking about the stadium massacre?” she asks skeptically.

“Yes,” I nod.

“There is a plan, yes? This is the beginning?”

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