The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160

Julie

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When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was how late it was, Sunlight was already filling the room, and my body felt strangely rested. I lay still for a few seconds. I had slept like a baby and felt good. Which was unusual because I used to have restless sleep.

I stretched my arms, yawned and turned my head slowly only to realize I wasn’t in my bed. The room was larger. The talls were not the pale color of my apartment. I sat up at once, my heart beating faster. Realization dawned upon me. This was Troy’s house. How deep did I sleep? And why did I feel… safe. Odd, wasn’t it? To feel safe with the wolf who hated me the

most.

His scent was everywhere and it wrapped around me like a soft blanket. My wolf was rolling inside me. I could feel her tail wagging, as if she had finally reached the place she belonged.

This is only temporary,‘ I told her mentally. ‘Don’t get too comfortable. Once the rogues are gone, we are going back to our apartment.

Lucere curled up happily inside me, completely ignoring me.

I pushed myself out of bed and went to the bathroom to get ready for work. I took a bath, already thinking about the patients I would be seeing today. Just as I was about to pick up my bag, my phone buzzed.

It was a message from the hospital administration: ‘Alpha Troy has informed us that you will be on leave for one week due to security reasons. Please rest and take care?

I stared at the screen, reading it twice. My chest filled with annoyance. What the hell was this? He had not asked me. Last night, he had said I could go out with guards. But he never said I wasn’t allowed to go to work at all.

“So this is how he does things,” I muttered to myself, irritation surging. “Decide everything without even talking to me.”

Irritation gave way to anger. I decided that the moment I saw him, I would talk to him about this. I would not let him control my work schedule. I opened my bedroom door and stepped into the hallway, hoping to confront him. But Troy was not there.

Gritting my teeth, I pulled out my phone and called him but there was no answer. I shot him a message:

‘You can’t decide about my work!‘

The message was delivered, it showed ‘read. I expected him to reply. But he didn’t. This annoyed me all the more. Not that I expected him to be friendly, but at least he could have replied to me.

Letting out a rough exhale, I walked into the living room and stopped short. The place was a mess. There were empty bottles on the table. Papers were scattered on the floor. A chair was lying on its side. Dust had settled on the shelves. It looked like a house that belonged to someone who had stopped caring about his surroundings. Like it was forgotten. I felt bad for the house.

My stomach growled and I went into the kitchen. I walked to open the fridge to see if there was anything I could make for myself. I saw a note stuck with magnet:

Julie,

I made breakfast. You can warm it. There is vegetable soup and toast with eggs. I told the hospital you are on leave for one week. Guards are outside for your safety. Don’t step out today. I am patrolling the borders.

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Chapter 160

Troy

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I stared at the note. I don’t know why but my irritation ebbed. Why did he cook for me? It seemed so unlike him. A pale blush rose on my checks.

I took out the soup and the toast, warmed them, and sat down at the small table. The food was simple, but it was cooked well. As I ate it my mind went to what Lucere did in the forest. About how Noir had stood in front of Lucere to protect her. About how he had dropped the rogue’s body to my feet. Even though we as humans didn’t like each other, our wolves were very much in love. Still, I couldn’t spend the rest of my life with someone who hated me so much. And definitely not in the shadow of my sister.

After eating, I stood in the kitchen with my hands on my hips and looked around. I had nothing else to do. There was no hospital shift, no patients and no emergencies. My hands began to itch to work. So I started cleaning a little.

I picked up bottles and papers, washed dishes and wiped counters. Slowly, I did major cleaning, like removing the cobwebs, blowing the leaves from the front yard, vacuuming and sweeping the floor, removing stains from the rugs and sofa.

As I cleaned, I kept noticing small things about Troy’s life. A half–read book on the table. A broken cup that he had not bothered to throw away. Shoes left near the door without care. I arranged all that.

When I reached his bedroom door, I hesitated. I did not want to go in. But the mess inside was visible even from the hallway. I pushed the door open.

The room looked worse than the rest of the house. Clothes were thrown on the chair and floor. The bed was not made. The window was open, letting cold air inside. On the side table, there were framed photos. I stilled when I read them. They were of him and Millie.

Of him standing next to Millie, grinning. One was from their wedding. Millie was smiling brightly, her head resting on his arm. Troy looked happy in that picture. Another photo showed them sitting outside, close together, laughing at something only they understood.

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