The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94: Ninety Four

Valka

For hours, my heart and head turmoils, fighting against the other. So maybe I cry a little. Because I don’t know or understand what he is talking about, but the pain, the anger, I feel it thick in the bond.

I wait for him, so we can talk about it. Because I’m done waiting, like Margot suggested. If I was a bitch, I want to know. If I was mean and vile like Lucien says I was, I want to know.

But he doesn’t return at all that night, leaving me out there, freezing my butt off when the fire eventually died out. Between the strange howls, hoots and twisting everytime a branch so much as cracked, I couldn’t get any sleep.

By the time dawn creeps in slowly, I am dressed. And pissed. Slightly worried.

Just when I decide to go look for my husband, he shows up, clad in fresh clothes--a deep maroon shirt with a high collar, leather black pants tucked into the sole of his boots and a black cloak. His hair is slightly damp from a bath and his face unapologetically indifferent, like the chaos and the primal energy coiling in the air can’t touch him.

He doesn’t even spare me one glance before loosening grabbing the sacks and loading them atop the horse once more.

"Where were you?"

No response. Just the slight tick in his jaw as he runs his fingers through the horse’s mane, whispering something under his breath that makes the animal snicker. He pulls an apple from the rucksack, feeding it.

"I waited for you," I try again, throat thick with anger and frustration.

He casts me a sidelong glance, cold as the ice in his veins. "Whatever for?"

"To talk, Lucien," I snap. "There’s so much here to address, history to uncover and if necessary, apologies to be given. I thought you would be open to a conversation. But you left me here! Alone! Ran off with your tail between your legs like a coward."

Violet eyes glaze over, his face unflinching. The deadly temperature takes a plunge. "I’m not in the mood for your childish tantrums, Valka." He grips the horses reins and begins leading it through the clearing.

"Childish..." I gasp, heat going all the way to my head. "I’m childish? I’m not the one making up stories and getting mad when people don’t believe them." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He turns sharply, shoulders tense, his indifferent facade cracking. "Stories?"

"Yes! Stories!" Air leaves my lungs in an angry whoosh. "I cannot, for the life of me, remember a single thing, now matter how hard I try. All I have left to go off of is what I know. And what I do know and remember as vividly as every nightmare is you killing me every time I accidentally walked into your dreams. You tried to kill me when we met. You shot an arrow for my head and my friend died because of it. You punched me. Broke my shoulder. You snapped every bone in my body and made me crawl and plead for life. You humiliated me and reveled in it. Placed a noose around my neck and yanked me by it for days. And you would’ve killed me if I was of no use to you, the same way you killed the rest of the prisoners."

I lift my chin, anger and annoyance and loathing fueling me. "You reminded me time after time again that I was nothing but a tool. And overnight, you switch. You suddenly want me. You suddenly care about me. And I’m supposed to just take your word that it’s all because of a past that I don’t remember. I’m supposed to be a stupid, trusting fool, melting like butter in your hands and eating the words right out of your mouth, no?"

Shadows seem to move about him, his expression shifting into something I cannot read. Not much of anger, but it’s still there, in the way he watches me. In the pure, ancient and potent scent of danger and musk rolling off him. It prickles my skin, set my teeth on edge and makes me want to both flee and sink my nails into him.

"I am not--"

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